To give a goddamn about trivialities like "legal" pot when the killer-cop non-indictments continue to pile up in America's back yard, cooking in the sun like the body of Michael Brown--or gasping "I can't breathe" under half a ton of cops, cops who chat casually and wave to the camera as a completely non-violent member of society lies dying at their feet.
So let us pause to remember that at the End of the Day, Blanston isn't fooled or lulled into any false sense of complacency. The illegal wars by drone, kill lists, lack of habeas corpus and the ever-more-in-your-face-motherfucker police state continue unabated, and the war has clearly, finally, come home.
I have nothing more to say at the moment.
When I return--soon--to post on the inarguably bread-and-circus issue of the pot industry--please know that I know I am ignoring fundamental flaws in a system that may well be set to implode.
Or explode.
More, soon. Peace.
