LOL... yeah its all gone to pot!!... too funny. I swear I never thought Id see the day the gov became the biggest pot dealer in itself. I never considered pot stocks.
In Canada, we have had cannibis for over 5 years. it is highly regulated, has many health benefits, but we get to harvest our own crops which the grower can control.
I live about a half hour from upstate New York. They ll let you grow up to 6 plants in your back yard.
In Pa where I am, they ll take everything you own to punish you if your caught growing any of that stuff.’
Pa is also the only state in the union that will cut off your electricity if you refuse a smart meter on your home. I have a friend who did just that and switched everything to propane. Crazy!
It does have many benefits. It shouldnt be controlled ..if it was truly legalized they would be selling all kind s of seed s for it in the garden centers. Thats the way it should be. Government in American has their hands all over it. And they only deal in cash... that s suspicious to me.
A politician dies and ends up standing in front of the pearly gates. Saint Peter looks at him for a second, flicks through his book, and finds his name.
"So, you're a politician..."
"Well, yes, is that a problem?"
"Oh no, no problem. But we've recently adopted a new system for people in your line of work, and unfortunately you will have to spend a day in Hell. After that however, you're free to choose where you want to spend eternity!"
"Wait, I have to spend a day in Hell?!" says the politician. "Those are the rules," replies St Peter, clicks his fingers, and WOOMPH, the guy dissapears. He awakes, curled up with his hands over his eyes, knowing he's in Hell. Cautiously, he listens for the screams, sniffs the air for brimstone, and finds... Nothing. Just the smell of, is that fabric softener? And cut grass, this can't be right?
"Open your eyes!" says a voice. "C'mon, wakey wakey, we've only got 24 hours!" Nervously, he uncovers his eyes, looks around, and sees he's in a hotel room. A nice one too. Wait, this is a penthouse suite... And there's a smiling man in a suit, holding a martini. "Who are you??" The politician asks.
"Well, I'm Satan!" says the man, handing him the drink and helping him to his feet. "Welcome to Hell!"
"Wait, this is Hell? But... Where's all the pain and suffering?" he asks.
Satan throws him a wink. "Oh, we've been a bit misrepresented over the years, it's a long story. Anyway, this is your room! The minibar is of course free, as is the room service, there's extra towels next to the hot-tub, and if you need anything, just call reception. But enough of this! It's a beautiful day, and if you'd care to look outside..."
Slightly stunned by the opulent surroundings, the man wanders over to the floor-to-ceiling windows through which the sun is glowing, looks far down, and sees a group of people cheering and waving at him from a golf course.
"It's one of 5 pro-level courses on site, and there's another 6 just a few minutes drive out past the beach and harbour!" says Satan, answering his unasked question.
So they head down in the lift, walk out through the glittering lobby where everyone waves and welcomes the man, as Satan signs autographs and cheerily talks shop with the laughing staff. And as he walks out, he sees the group on the golf course are made up of every one of his old friends, people he's admired for years but never met or worked with, and people whose work he's admired but died long before his career started. And out of the middle of this group walks his wife, with a massive smile and the body she had when she was 20, who throws her arms around him and plants a delicate kiss on his cheek. Everyone cheers and applauds, and as they slap him on the back and trade jokes, his worst enemy arrives, as a 2 foot tall goblin-esque caddy. He spends the day in the bright sunshine on the course, having the time of his life laughing at jokes and carrying important discussions, putting the world to rights with his friends while holding his delighted wife next to him as she gazes lovingly at him.
Later, they return to the hotel for dinner and have an enormous meal, perfectly cooked. As everyone is falling about laughing and flinging bread sticks at each other, his wife whispers in his ear... And they return to their penthouse suite, and spend the rest of the night making love like they did on their honeymoon. After hours of passion, the man falls deep into the 100% Egyptian cotton pillows, and falls into a deep and happy sleep... and is woken up by St Peter.
"So, that was Hell. Wasn't what you were expecting, I bet?" "No sir!" says the man. "So then," says St Peter. "You can make your choice. It's Hell, which you saw, or Heaven, which has choral singing, talking to God, white robes, and so on."
"Well... I know this sounds strange, but on balance, I think I'd prefer Hell," says the politician. "Not a problem, we totally understand! Enjoy!" says St Peter, and clicks his fingers again.
The man wakes up in total darkness, the stench of ammonia filling the air and distant screams the only noise. As he adjusts, he can see the only light is from belches of flame far away, illuminating the ragged remains of people being tortured or burning in a sulphurous ocean. A sudden bolt of lightning reveals Satan next to him, wearing the same suit as before and grinning, holding a soldering iron in one hand and a coil of razor-wire in the other. "What's this??" He cries. "Where's the hotel?? Where's my wife??? Where's the minibar, the golf-courses, the pool, the restaurant, the free drinks and the sunshine???"
"Ah", says Satan. "You see, yesterday, we were campaigning. But today, you voted."
Get on The Monsanto zombie fentanyl CDC Frankenstein pot along with your zombie slavery, crypto currencies, wearing your mask and getting your operation pentagon Trump warp speed vaccines listening to Whap On your 5G, the beast, the invisible enemy as he calls it with your 400$ plastic Trump sneakers on made in China.and your Hillary for prison 2016 shirt on!!!!
Big money got in early to the cannabis business here in Canada, Greg. They are undercutting the small guys who can't take the losses, leaving it to a few monopolies.
When have people whom are dying where I live. By choice there was a vote Regards Oking Euthanasia. (Not done) or Cannabis. Cannabis Oil is used by choice I believe as an aid for some or as Complementary Medicine use. Watched over as dispensed? use. Especially for those people, like there was a woman who had Cancer and she basically petitioned Government. There ended up being a Referendum. Then instigated.
I wonder how high they will get… 🤣😂🤣 sorry had to.
LOL... yeah its all gone to pot!!... too funny. I swear I never thought Id see the day the gov became the biggest pot dealer in itself. I never considered pot stocks.
They have always been the largest Pot Dealer.
Yeah, but now you have to make a choice.. do I want a pew pew pew to defend my home and family ?
Or do I want a card to buy pot from the government?
they ve weaponized it!!
In Canada, we have had cannibis for over 5 years. it is highly regulated, has many health benefits, but we get to harvest our own crops which the grower can control.
I live about a half hour from upstate New York. They ll let you grow up to 6 plants in your back yard.
In Pa where I am, they ll take everything you own to punish you if your caught growing any of that stuff.’
Pa is also the only state in the union that will cut off your electricity if you refuse a smart meter on your home. I have a friend who did just that and switched everything to propane. Crazy!
It does have many benefits. It shouldnt be controlled ..if it was truly legalized they would be selling all kind s of seed s for it in the garden centers. Thats the way it should be. Government in American has their hands all over it. And they only deal in cash... that s suspicious to me.
... make a law make a business.
A politician dies and ends up standing in front of the pearly gates. Saint Peter looks at him for a second, flicks through his book, and finds his name.
"So, you're a politician..."
"Well, yes, is that a problem?"
"Oh no, no problem. But we've recently adopted a new system for people in your line of work, and unfortunately you will have to spend a day in Hell. After that however, you're free to choose where you want to spend eternity!"
"Wait, I have to spend a day in Hell?!" says the politician. "Those are the rules," replies St Peter, clicks his fingers, and WOOMPH, the guy dissapears. He awakes, curled up with his hands over his eyes, knowing he's in Hell. Cautiously, he listens for the screams, sniffs the air for brimstone, and finds... Nothing. Just the smell of, is that fabric softener? And cut grass, this can't be right?
"Open your eyes!" says a voice. "C'mon, wakey wakey, we've only got 24 hours!" Nervously, he uncovers his eyes, looks around, and sees he's in a hotel room. A nice one too. Wait, this is a penthouse suite... And there's a smiling man in a suit, holding a martini. "Who are you??" The politician asks.
"Well, I'm Satan!" says the man, handing him the drink and helping him to his feet. "Welcome to Hell!"
"Wait, this is Hell? But... Where's all the pain and suffering?" he asks.
Satan throws him a wink. "Oh, we've been a bit misrepresented over the years, it's a long story. Anyway, this is your room! The minibar is of course free, as is the room service, there's extra towels next to the hot-tub, and if you need anything, just call reception. But enough of this! It's a beautiful day, and if you'd care to look outside..."
Slightly stunned by the opulent surroundings, the man wanders over to the floor-to-ceiling windows through which the sun is glowing, looks far down, and sees a group of people cheering and waving at him from a golf course.
"It's one of 5 pro-level courses on site, and there's another 6 just a few minutes drive out past the beach and harbour!" says Satan, answering his unasked question.
So they head down in the lift, walk out through the glittering lobby where everyone waves and welcomes the man, as Satan signs autographs and cheerily talks shop with the laughing staff. And as he walks out, he sees the group on the golf course are made up of every one of his old friends, people he's admired for years but never met or worked with, and people whose work he's admired but died long before his career started. And out of the middle of this group walks his wife, with a massive smile and the body she had when she was 20, who throws her arms around him and plants a delicate kiss on his cheek. Everyone cheers and applauds, and as they slap him on the back and trade jokes, his worst enemy arrives, as a 2 foot tall goblin-esque caddy. He spends the day in the bright sunshine on the course, having the time of his life laughing at jokes and carrying important discussions, putting the world to rights with his friends while holding his delighted wife next to him as she gazes lovingly at him.
Later, they return to the hotel for dinner and have an enormous meal, perfectly cooked. As everyone is falling about laughing and flinging bread sticks at each other, his wife whispers in his ear... And they return to their penthouse suite, and spend the rest of the night making love like they did on their honeymoon. After hours of passion, the man falls deep into the 100% Egyptian cotton pillows, and falls into a deep and happy sleep... and is woken up by St Peter.
"So, that was Hell. Wasn't what you were expecting, I bet?" "No sir!" says the man. "So then," says St Peter. "You can make your choice. It's Hell, which you saw, or Heaven, which has choral singing, talking to God, white robes, and so on."
"Well... I know this sounds strange, but on balance, I think I'd prefer Hell," says the politician. "Not a problem, we totally understand! Enjoy!" says St Peter, and clicks his fingers again.
The man wakes up in total darkness, the stench of ammonia filling the air and distant screams the only noise. As he adjusts, he can see the only light is from belches of flame far away, illuminating the ragged remains of people being tortured or burning in a sulphurous ocean. A sudden bolt of lightning reveals Satan next to him, wearing the same suit as before and grinning, holding a soldering iron in one hand and a coil of razor-wire in the other. "What's this??" He cries. "Where's the hotel?? Where's my wife??? Where's the minibar, the golf-courses, the pool, the restaurant, the free drinks and the sunshine???"
"Ah", says Satan. "You see, yesterday, we were campaigning. But today, you voted."
OH YES!
The politicians will say anything to get a vote.
Funny Gruesome is trying to regulate Thc in California.
Hard to understand as anything he touches goes rapidly to HELL. I'd run as fast as I could in the opposite direction of anything he promotes.
It's common sense.
Get on The Monsanto zombie fentanyl CDC Frankenstein pot along with your zombie slavery, crypto currencies, wearing your mask and getting your operation pentagon Trump warp speed vaccines listening to Whap On your 5G, the beast, the invisible enemy as he calls it with your 400$ plastic Trump sneakers on made in China.and your Hillary for prison 2016 shirt on!!!!
I just need a book on how to live in a Venezuela socialist society as it happens here.
'Govt Sanctioned Pot' = BIG PHARMA GMO HIGHLY TOXIC FAKE Pot!
A poor girl wants to marry
And a rich girl want to flirt
A rich man goes to college
And a poor man goes to work
A drunkard wants another drink of wine
And a politician wants your vote
I don't want much of nothing at all
But I will take another toke
- CD -
Typical, just when I'm quitting 😂
Late as usual, don't worry it'll never happen, just like the rest of his promises.....just a vote grabber.
I'm just going to pay Sylvester Stallone a consulting fee on how to open my own Dope Store....Cashmoney!
Keep the population stoned so they are unaware. Great idea
Big money got in early to the cannabis business here in Canada, Greg. They are undercutting the small guys who can't take the losses, leaving it to a few monopolies.
When have people whom are dying where I live. By choice there was a vote Regards Oking Euthanasia. (Not done) or Cannabis. Cannabis Oil is used by choice I believe as an aid for some or as Complementary Medicine use. Watched over as dispensed? use. Especially for those people, like there was a woman who had Cancer and she basically petitioned Government. There ended up being a Referendum. Then instigated.
Finally! Been waiting on this type of catalyst for a LONG time. Thanks for the update Greg!
NO THANKS!