Marijuana for kids?

A heart broken mother, speaking about medical marijuana…

“I didn’t try to give it to her again,” Maxim recalls. “The only thing that I look back and say I wish I’d done something different is I wish I started medical marijuana sooner, I wish I continued it, I wish I wasn’t so scared.” [Read Hailey’s story  by Valerie Vande Panne]

What right does anyone have to tell us what we can and cannot put into our bodies? I can’t even imagine how this mother feels, watching her child die. How can you look into that little face and not be moved?

WHEN SHANNON MAXIM was struggling to help her daughter through leukemia, medical marijuana was still illegal in Massachusetts. On November 6, 2012, 63 percent of Massachusetts voters approved the use of marijuana to treat conditions in circumstances where a doctor thinks the benefits outweigh the risk. Eighteen states and the District of Columbia  recognize medical marijuana, according to the National Conference of State Legislatures, and all but two of those jurisdictions permit its use in children. The federal government still considers marijuana a banned drug and has targeted medical marijuana clinics and dispensaries, primarily in Western states, for prosecution.

“I’ve been studying marijuana since 1967,” says Grinspoon. “I started to study it because I was so concerned about all of these young people who used marijuana, that they were harming themselves. I believed all the things everybody was told about it. My best friend at that time was Carl Sagan, and I would tell him not to smoke it, and he would say, ‘Oh, Lester, it’s harmless.’ ”

Grinspoon changed his mind after his own teenage son used marijuana when he was undergoing treatment for lymphocyte leukemia in 1971; the boy, Danny, died of the cancer in 1973. Danny found that medical marijuana eased his suffering from chemotherapy. That inspired Grinspoon to learn more. “I went to the Harvard library and started reading,” he says. “It fascinates me: one, the properties of the drug itself, and two, that I and so many others had been so misled about it.”

Trying to  contact your legislator is a nightmare.  You get that same party line: it’s a gateway drug, it kills brain cells. You know the routine.  It’s all been proven false, but hey, these are politicians who can’t just let the facts get in the way.

Heck, I’ve even contacted California congressman Tom McClintock  and received the very same spiel from him. I tried educating him on the subject.  I tried to impress upon him how important it was that he pass legislation to end the drug war.

Hopefully, you know that the state of California can, if it wants, nullify the Federal law.  Why it hasn’t, I don’t know.    Nullification is the last great hope of liberty in America, and all the states have the power to nullify any federal law they don’t like…well almost any law. The point is, California should have protected all the dispensaries, and they just sat there and did nothing. Only a small handful of districts have done anything to preserve the voter-approved Prop 215.

Some doctors argue that there may be “special dangers” for young people using medical marijuana.

Like what? The alternative is that they will die. That’s happening all too needlessly anyways! None of us are going to live forever, but for a child to die needlessly — shame on us.

Please share this. This child was killed by the medical community. They murdered her as sure as I’m sitting here typing this. Someone should be held accountable… but who? The courts, the judges, the police, the legislature?

It’s got to stop. People have a right to be healthy. Medical marijuana for anyone in need is the right thing to do.

Marijuana for kids?  Hell, yes!

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Submit or Resist Sexual Attack?

If the headlines doesn’t scare the hell out of you, I don’t know what will.  But knowledge is power and so, I keep reading, researching, being more and more horrified at every turn.  But today I had to laugh.  The headline read:

Air Force brochure on sexual assault advises victims to submit rather than resist attackers
“The US Air Force – and  the military in general  â€“ has a  massive problem with sexual assault  and they apparently think one of the solutions is telling potential victims to submit rather than resist their attackers.

A sexual assault awareness poster.

Personally, I don’t intend to be mean, but woman have no business being put in a combat position (except for the occasional bull dyke).  Most (not all) females just aren’t made that way.  They don’t have that killer instinct and the drive to protect that is ingrained into a man.  It’s part of who he is. It’s in his DNA.

But wait… these women weren’t raped it combat, they weren’t even overseas…

An Air Force investigation last year also identified 31 female cadets who were allegedly  sexually assaulted by their trainers at a Texas base. Clearly, this is no small problem for the military.

There have been three attempts at raping me.  Only once was I where I should have expected complete safety, my own home.  I was lucky that time. The man was a neighbor I knew, I woke up with him on top of me wearing nothing but a sweater over his head.  I was pinned down.

I struggled until I managed to get one arm free.  Once I got the sweater off, realized who it was.  I just acted crazy, called him everything but a white man (he was black).  He ran out of my house with me chasing him.  I went and had a talk with his sister.  I never did press charges.

The second time, I was out alone on the street at 4:00 a.m. – walking as if I owned the world.  A guy jumped out of a car, ran up behind me and put his arm around my throat.  Thinking quickly, I reached into my back pocket, pulled out my knife, flipped it open and stuck it to his neck.  I said, “MF if you don’t let go of me right now, I’m going to cut your throat wide open.”

He let me go, I ran the two blocks to the police station.  The cops picked him up 15-minutes later.  I didn’t even have to testify.  The guy was out on parole from prison for rape.  They sent him back on a  parole  violation.

The last thing I would ever advise anyone to do is cooperate.  Act mean, fight back, be  vicious, bite, kick, knee him in the gonads, whatever it takes, until you get free.  If I’m ever raped the man will have  scars to show, because I’ll make sure I inflict as much pain on him as he inflicts on me.

Always fight back!  Learn to use a gun.  Carry a knife, mace, a taser… anything but be sure to be comfortable with it.  I was able to get to my knife so quickly because I had practiced getting it opening in a hurry.  I oiled it, cleaned, and I sharpened it almost every day.  I even slept with it and I’ll tell you the truth:

The night before the attempted rape in my apartment I had heard noises outside my window.  He’s lucky he didn’t break in that night, because I slept with my knife OPEN under my pillow that night.  The good Lord was watching out for him.

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Surrounded by Soybeans…

I don’t even like to think about those days, but I’m willing to share my story if it helps save even one person from the agony I endured.  My late husband and I dreamed of having a farm.  You know, a little piece of earth that we could pass along to the kids and they could always call home.

English: Davis-Besse Nuclear Power Station

Davis-Besse Nuclear Power Station

The trouble is, we were flat broke.  No, we were less than flat broke.  Dave was working at a winding shop, he was learning to be a motor winder and he really enjoyed it.  The trouble is it only paid $4.35 an hour, not much.  Not only that but he was paying court-ordered child support of $125.00/mo, so basically he was working to support his children and I was supporting us.

Nevertheless, I knew that if we worked hard and saved our money we could still make it happen.  On the weekends, we couldn’t really afford to do anything, so we would drive around the countryside and talk about our dreams.  We wanted a big house and a yard for the kids to play in.

Motor Winding

One day we found this house, sitting in the middle of a field, empty.  It was pretty big, it had a barn that was made from real logs split in two.  They were massive. We walked around the place. There were no doors, so we went inside, to have a look around.  It was pretty bad — all 32 panes of glass were broken, there was no bathroom, no kitchen, the furnace was about 75 years old.  We didn’t know if it would ever work.

We drove out a couple more times, located the owners and bought the place, with nothing down.

We were on top on the world, and Styrofoam.

We decided to move in right away, so we could start working on it right away.  So, once it had doors and windows (HEAP did it all for free, including insulation.  What a blessing.), we moved in.  We took turns at night stoking the fire, we slept on Styrofoam mats in front of the wood burner.  We ran an electrically cord from the barn to the house. For some strange reason there was power to the barn but not the house.

Our Farm

English: Tomatoes found in the stage before ri...

Tomatoes – still green.

The farm was located outside Toledo, Ohio on the edge of the safety zone for Davis-Besse  Nuclear  Power Plant, so we often had really loud sirens going off.  I could see those towers like they were sitting right in my own backyard.  The farm was surrounded by crops as far as the eye could see.  Life was hard there. I was constantly boiling water on a little two burner stove for baths and cooking.  A neighbor gave us a tub and we converted a closet into a bathroom. We didn’t care that there was a window in it.  We just hung a curtain over it, or in our case a towel.

I’ll never forget our second Thanksgiving in the house.  We had a bunch of people coming and  it was our first big dinner in the house. Dave was supposed to have the hot water hooked up before then.  He finally got it hooked up and installed as people were pulling in the driveway.  It was a Happy Thanksgiving!

Raising Animals

We planted a garden and  raised a few pigs — 25 at the peak of things, 300 chickens each year, a couple ducks, a couple lambs, turkeys,  pheasants, a goat and of course the dogs and cats. (We didn’t eat the dogs and cats, but everything else was fair game.)    Things were good, or so we thought.

We had been there a few years without any trouble. The corn fields were a little trouble, because in the fall, when the fields were cut, the mice would come out of the woodwork.  We had a good mouser which  we bought in the house for just such occasions.    I remember the first year they planted soybeans.  I thought it was nice because we could actually see across the fields  whereas the corn was too tall to see over, in the fall.

Then came the crop dusters, and half our garden died.  We managed to save most of the tomatoes and broccoli but the corn: complete  disaster.  That night I broke out in hives, I was  itching  and my lips swelled, my face swelled, my hands swelled.  I was taken to the hospital, put on Prednisone and sent home.

Prednisone – the worst drug on earth!

8/365 -- Prednisone: The Double-Edged Sword

Prednisone: The Double-Edged Sword

I would break out a few days after I quit taking the Prednisone, which would mean another trip to the hospital. It was a  vicious  cycle.  Then I had an allergic reaction to the Prednisone and that started my prescription days.  I was taking so many medications I often didn’t even know what day it was.

I was sick  every day  after that.  I ballooned up to 270 pounds from my normal weight of 135. I could hardly breath, and could barely walk.  We didn’t even give a thought to the spray when we picked our vegetables.  I think that was the year  all my tomatoes were big, juicy,  gorgeous  and GREEN.  We had to pick them or lose them, so we picked them.

I thought, “oh, good Lord we’re going to have fried green tomatoes until the cows come home.”  Fortunately, that was not the case.  I washed each  tomato, adding about 1/2 teaspoon of bleach to a sink of water, rinsed and  dried  them well.  Then I put them back in the basket.  The  tomatoes  on the top, exposed to the air would turn red.  We had fresh tomatoes until February that year.

Drastic Changes Were Needed

If I hadn’t made some drastic changes around that same time there is no doubt in my mind that I would be dead.  I couldn’t walk, I could hard breath, I was so out of breath all the time.  I could not live my life surrounded by soybeans.  I’ll always wonder if the people we bought the house from knew there was a problem and sold the house anyways.  I guess I’ll never know.

Dave had a heart attack, it was there we found out that the headaches he was having was due to aspartame.  At that time, we was drinking three our four 2-liters a day.  He would get terrible headaches.

I was taking Vioxx for my arthritis and had told my doctor about my  heart palpitations before they discovered any problems.  I felt like I was going to have a heart attack, so I quit taking them. A year later they were pulled off the market, people were dying.

I took my health into my  own hands, but it took me ten long years of suffering and pain to recover.  Today, I live in the mountains  and I no longer see the doctors. I care for myself and treat myself with food and things from nature.  Do I live a healthy lifestyle? No, not on your life! But I know how to feel better when I hurt myself.  I avoid GMO when I can and I’m just happy to live my life, surrounded by friends and family and the people I care about.

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