Marijuana, Veterans, Illegals, Where to begin?

  This has been my problem for weeks now.  Since my last blog entry I have been overloaded with things to share and rant about.   Rant...  not everything is or would have been a rant.   Much of it has been wonderful.  

 In fact,  most of it has inspired utter and complete awe.

 The title of this blog is what I have been asking myself every day when I open this template.

And it has been EVERY DAY.

Where do I Start??   My head has been filled with things.

Gonna just go with my thoughts.

  Florida being too stoned or Stupid to get to the poles and legalizing the one thing I have found that would take away all but one of the 8 pills I take daily. really pisses me off,  Marijuana.   The ones that make people like me who smoke it so she can actually walk without spilling her coffee all over the place look bad.  That was the reason you know?  My neighbors smoke it.  Everyone I know save for 2 or 3 people smoke it.   So,  either we got stoned and missed it,  OR Florida state voters really support the big corporation and spreading synthetic chemical use.  Personally I think it's more of a nice blend of both sprinkled with a bit of people not educating themselves and just believing everything they see on TV and the news.  One such person is one of my roommates.

   I have spent the better part of the last four weeks with no pain relief.  As a recap and information for anyone who is just catching up and do not know the back round.  I have had 4 surgeries in the last 2 years on my feet.  Worn shoes that keep my feet at an angle to leave pressure off the balls of my feet and on my heel.  Well I am well heeled now and can walk.  Due to the surgeries, however, I now deal with bone pain in my feet and joint pain in my ankles, left knee, and left hip.  I am sorry tell me to take Tylenol I will tell you to fuck off.  Trust me, I try.  Yeah it takes away the headache I get from all the stress the pain causes.   Cuz i don't bitch about it.  I keep it inside.  The tears,  the times I wanna yes "FUCK" every time i step and my toes want to stay curled but are forced to flatten out.  So 4 weeks with little or no relief the past 4 or 5 days has been hell after the kitchen over haul, car accident and my bed room empty and scrub down.

My roommate,  the one who does not like Pot,  I need a name...  I give anyone in my reality a name when I talk about them here.  IT keeps me in the clear on the "Law" side of things.  And its a fun way to fuck with em..  Name name name what is his name?  

  Oh for fuck sake.  Simple,  the dude from Big bang theory...  Sheldon.


Tho he is not completely "Sheldon"  he is in many personality type ways.    One such way is,  when he has his mind set on something it is improbable if not impossible to get him to see it any other way.
He hates pot, why or how he got this view is unimportant.   People get opinions in a plethora of ways.  The mark of intelligence is being able to see things from many views and realize yours is not the only one.  It's not necessarily the the only right one.  Hell, if ya look from other views you may just find it wasn't even the right one.

 I was telling Sheldon last night who has a real dislike for pot that it is a lot like my hate for religion at his age.  It took me learning about a lot of them.   Meeting a lot of people who practiced it Noting the different extremes.  The family who benefits from it and when they do it in moderation they are happy, tight, and in sync.   Then the family who Practices it regularly  in moderation and the kids enjoy it, it's not forced on anyone including the children.  Happy,  harmonious and Healthy.

 I looked him in the eye at this point spoke his name and made sure he looked up at me from the dishes I was actually surprised and grateful he was doing.  Even just for a moment.  

"Then you have the Fanatical family.  Probably the kind that gave you the bad idea if pot that you have right now.  The kind that over indulges.  The kind that will give up on family, friends, food, life and health just to put religion in the number one spot in their lives."

"I can see that he said"

"Everything in Moderation Sheldon.  Even Moderation"

I left him finishing the dishes and went to my room.  Pain free and feeling resolved in helping him open his mind to different ideals.  Understanding that in accepting peoples ideals as good does not mean they have to be his own or he has to join in.  Just see and surround himself with the good in things.  Reject the bad.   That it is not the things..  It's the abusers of those things that are bad.

To let go of the extreme....


  On the flip side,  and Sheldon if you are listening...   My parents are Jehovah's Witnesses.  You know the Fanatics they can be.  Well we used to be.  Yes me included.  You know I am not now.  But can you imagine the reaction when my mother found out I smoked pot.  After the surgeries, after all of the pain and time my mother has taken to see who I am and what I have become.  She sees the good it has done in my life.   I am not a "Stoner" she said.  I am not an abuser and she sees that.  So now she accepts and understands it is part of what she calls the "Yellow brick road" I am laying in my life.  One that is leading me to a happy and healthy place.  She sees me getting healthier and happier.  Not sicker and less stable.  So on the flip side.  If my once Fanatical Christian family can accept my use of this plant one that "God" gave us to use;

 

Then what the fuck?  Really?

  So Fuck you Florida.  Next Time.  Save the bongs, joints, and blunts for when it passes.  GO Vote then when it does, walk out on yer front porch,  light it up and offer to your neighbors.  Make some new friends.  Unite people who may have been afraid to ask before,  or maybe you suspected but were afraid to offer.  Let's start using what divided us to unite us.  

A plant.
Mother nature's Gift
)O(

What else?


  Vets;

 Yeah yer getting the shit end of a stick.  They fought their asses off for the freedom so many of us bitch about.   Many come back and find nothing but homelessness and poverty.  I sat at a place in Ft Lauderdale called "Healthcare for the Homeless"  A large percentage were Vets.  Of old wars and the new.  

  Personally, I think that anyone who goes and fights, risks their life in any way at the order of our gov't the gov't should automatically see to them for the rest of their life.   Not everything.   But Health care,  and housing in the very least.    There should not be so many homeless and starving vetrans.  I am sickened by the number i have met in the past 3 years of my life.

 Fuck if a kid can go off to war and does.  Enlists in the army and goes to boot camp.  Once he finishes that lil son of a bitch better be allowed to go to a bar and have a beer with his dad.   Veterans deserve a lot more respect than I have EVER seen them given.  Those who vow to serve any country in this way deserve respect and a little bit more than a thank you


Immigration;
 "  "Obama it's all yer fault."   "Vets before Illegals!"   "They don't belong here"   "Learn to speak English"   You know what.

Fuck off.

  Here's a lil wake up call;

How does that tomato on your salad taste?   The cabbage in your Cole slaw?    Maybe the Plastic forks you bought  for your picnic?  The hotel room nice n clean you slept in last night?  Like the fact that garbage got picked up?  

  Do you have any Idea the percentage of the work force that do all of that is Illeagals?  It's not just Mexicans.  That cute lil Chinese  girl you want to fuck?  The British guy you got a crush on at the office.  It's not just the Mexicans they are talking about.  Even then.  You wanna go pick them tomatoes?  Make them beds,  OH wait how bout the shit jobs they do that you prissy ass Americans just don't have to do thanks to them?  

How about this.   Most of those "illegals" speak more than 2 languages.   Yeah,  the countries they come from unlike our bigoted asshole selves are taught more than 2 languages.   3, 4 and 5 at times.  A great deal of them had a better education than we did before we graduated high school.  IT WAS REQUIRED.
   
   Even if given the citizenship Obama is offering they WILL CONTINUE TO DO THESE JOBS. Why?  Some will go to get higher education better our country.  Because unlike our ungrateful asses, they are Grateful to be here.  They don't bitch about the pits in this huge american cherry.  They savor the awesome.  I am also willing to bet they would fight to protect it just as quickly as we would even tho we bitch like whiny children.

Most of the people you would damn to homelessness after deportation worked just as hard at their life here as you do.  Harder in some cases because they live in fear that some ass hole might send them away from a country they love and would LOVE to be a citizen of.  But are barely making it.  Who would gladly pay the hundreds and in some cases thousands it would take to be a citizen.  

 How about the fact its the rich corporations that are coming before you?  Tax breaks for them and half of the food stamps cut for the poor...   Try going to the right place to get what you need.  Stop screaming in your dentists ear to fix your Diarrhea.   Shooting at people who are as hard off or more so than you to get what you need.  Aim higher,  work together.  Maybe that is a way we can use the things Obama is doing?  All he is doing is adding to the army of people who can make change.  People who will add to the voice of the little people.

Wake up.


Last but not least.  My Mojo.

 I haven't been blogging much about him or at all for 2 reasons.

1.  I have been spending all my time with,  preparing for, and spending time making plans with him for his arrival.

2.  I don't want to jinx it.

  Yeah every single person I have had feelings for friend or foe that I have spoken about in this blog to date I have lost to some degree.  I cannot handle that with this one.  Too much alike.  Too much a heart that sings in harmony with mine.   So I have been avoiding it some.  But we are down to the wire now.  He arrives in 9 days barring any unforeseen mishaps.   I am filled with joy, and anticipation.  Also nervous worry that we will be in for harder times than we know.  Always have worries like these tho.   When you plan and plan something.  No matter how bit or small.  The worry in the execution of these plans always happens in proportion to the importance and gravity of the plans made.

  I cannot wait to hold him and have him here with me.  I am starting to feel that warm tight tingle in my chest and neck.  The one you had when you were going on your first date.  You know...  the one you would surely have gone to the doctor worried you were ill if it wasn't for the fact you knew it was because HE was about to knock on the door.

  Soon my Mojo,

Stay open to The World My Friends
)O(
Lilith