The Official Hog Blog
Friday, February 28, 2003
I havent been one to stand up and scream about too much these days, but something that strikes a nerve with me is going on right now. Ashcroft, whom we can refer to as one of the most dangerous men in the world, has re-ignited the hysteria surrounding the use of marijuana. This past week, manufacturers of glass pipes were subjected to an early morning raid (set in tandem to prove a point) wherein men and women were handcuffed in their pajamas, bank accounts were frozen, and merchandise was immediately seized. Tommy Chong, you remember him, was one of the many folks who had to endure these humiliations.
I want to know what happened to Prop 215.
I want to know how I can re-count the vote. We said hey we want to smoke pot, and the guvment said, nope. We dont give a shit what you want.
Why is this? Mebbe its because the american guvment cant control the distribution, growth, sales, and potential benefits of reefer. Thats all I have to say about this, on account of I havent had a cup of coffee, yet....
Remember, in Vancouver the grass laws are totally different. (Vancouver in 2004!)
Oh, one more thing. Here is something fucked up, and something you may be able to do about it:
Chhom Nimol, lead singer of a popular local Los Angeles Cambodian rock band Dengue Fever has been arrested. She was apprehended during the "code orange terrorist sweep Friday February 7th returning home from a concert in San Diego. Chhom Nimol is being held in an I.N.S. detention center in San Diego. Our efforts now are to keep her in this country with her family and friends...lawyer fees are expensive and her bail was set today at $20,000.
We have planned two events, a fundraiser/party on Thursday, February 27th at the Short Stop bar, 1455 Sunset Blvd. 9pm- 2am. free admission, donation. And a benefit concert featuring the Radar Brothers, Whisky Biscuit, Brazzaville, and special guests on Sunday, March 2nd at the Derby nightclub, 4500 Los Feliz Blvd. 8pm-2am. $10, plus donation. for more information please email us at denguefever23@hotmail.com.
Finally, lets all watch out for each other. Spread love, spread peace, speak your mind, dont let fear set in and turn you into a mindless robot. People everywhere are here to help each other.
Wednesday, February 19, 2003
Overheard in the tavern
"I've always loved the sound of ice cubes hitting against the walls of a highball glass and the gay fizz of carbonated water..." his voice trailed off and the parade of revellers shuffled through the bar at near midnite. Passing by in the street a voice is heard singing aloud as if in a cabaret, "Its those big-breasted beauties and large-chested lovelies..."
Steady Roller: "Hey, I think I know that guy."
Hemp Daddy: "oh yeah?"
Steady Roller: "Yea, I once beat him like a dog."
Hemp Daddy: " Hold on!" (hands against the breast pockets of Steady Roller who braces himself from falling off'a the stool and makes fists like he's ready to fight)
Steady Roller: "What was that?"
Hemp Daddy: "That was... oh man... I think I even heard it out in the cornfield a while back, but now... it just seems so close."
Steady Roller: "What was it?"
Hemp Daddy: " Listen... Its Ham's Murmur."
(Enter SR's ole lady, a redhead, big legged woman. She shimmies up to him like she was fitting herself with a fur coat - slow and luxuriously. She is high.)
Steady Roller's Ole Lady: "Lets just go on home, all of us, lay in a big heap and turn on the television so I dont have to listen to your bullshit." (jabbing finger playfully into Steady Roller's barrel chest.
Sunday, February 16, 2003
Wednesday, February 05, 2003
The California EDD reports that in December of last year 1,165,000 people were unemployed.
An increase of 10,000 for that month.
That may seem like a small number to the powers that be, but to the folks who try to make it
day to day this number is more than a statistic. And to us, its huge.
Numbers can be misleading, except when the number represents the number of times a child gets
to eat during the course of a single day. Consider the parent who forgoes eating so their
child can have a single meal.
Or consider the healthy adult with dreams of owning a house, or investing to build a bright future,
but can't for lack of a job. His daily routine of awakening to fewer and fewer opportunities that
may challenge him, and instead of working in an engaging, learning and growing experience, sacrificing
his integrity to be able to pull a paycheck enough to get his taxes paid. Even still, living under the gun....
preparing for the day he is unemployed again.
This is a mean old world, and all the proponents for military aggression to route out terrorism
have settled on a different sort of accounting.... their numbers are building on the borders of our
alleged enemies. And I have to find new ways to get hired. I may be serving you yer hamburger
from behind the counter of a McDonald's soon. And where are my freedoms, then? how has taxation represented me?
Things Heard Saturday Night Dec. 30, 2000
"They were like two puppies, panting in the night."
"She's all fuzzy about the cuffs."
"Give me some good squirt."
"That's like... forever yum!"
"I'm not gonna bend down and slouch. I just won't do it."
"You about a ghettohead."
"That strikes me as very Fojtikian."
"Mr. Whitefolks. Talkin' bout Mr. Whitefolks."
"Do you have gravy commitment? Have you made a commitment to yer gravy or haven't you?"
"What up po' boy."
"Baby, if you don't like my peaches, don't shake my tree."
"Good booze... bad Foji."
Saturday, February 01, 2003
