BREAKING NEWS—31 Arrested in San Diego Marijuana Raids

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Thirty-one people including medical marijuana dispensary staff, volunteers, and patients have been arrested (so far) in terrifying military-style raids of dispensaries and private homes in San Diego County. A total of 14 dispensaries have been forced to close so far.

Apparently, the raids were led by the infamous weed-hating San Diego County District Attorney Bonnie Dumanis. She and San Diego county have had an anti-weed agenda for quite some time. A few months back the US Supreme Court REFUSED to hear a landmark case brought by San Diego County stemming from a law suit they filled back in ‘06 that challenged the state-mandated use of ID cards for medical marijuana patients. Now they’re ratcheting up their effortss with extremely expensive and highly dangerous  attacks on the  citizens of San Diego!

In an attempt to further marginalize compassionate care-givers Dumanis said the 14 storefronts targeted were “so-called medical marijuana businesses that appear to be run by drug dealers. There are now 60 storefronts operating and doing this under the guise of helping people who are sick.”

Funny thing is, no charges have been filed…yet.

“The police came in and raided us and told us to get our hands up, pushed us against the wall, started handcuffing people. All they said was that they had a search warrant, but they didn’t tell us what is was for,” Sara Sanders said about the frightening ordeal.

Law enforcement also stormed Nature’s in Linda Vista. Witnesses said that officers had guns drawn and even bashed the door in. “They put me against the wall, and did a search. I ended up cuffed before they even checked my bag and I am a med patient with a legal card. So, I felt like I was harassed by being cuffed,” medical marijuana patient Stacey Gant said.

Volunteers say the raids are unnecessary and that they are abiding by the law. “We have a lot of patients that are ailing and they need medicine and that’s what we are here for, doing this, doing the right thing by what the voters of San Diego, California decided on,” marijuana dispensary volunteer Booker Sanders Jr. said.

San Diego Police Chief William Lansdowne said the businesses targeted were chosen based on the number of residents’ complaints and the amount of activity happening at the businesses. We think they were singled out because Bonnie Dumanis has an anti-weed agenda. The number of medical marijuana dispensaries skyrocketed recently in the wake of her  FAILED attempt to overturn CA’s 1996 medical marijuana law. And, she probably is still all pissed and embarrassed over U.S. Attorney General Eric Holder’s directive that federal agents will only target medical marijuana storefronts when operators violate both state and federal laws…so now it’s time to make patients pay!

 

BREAKING NEWS–The President of the United States of America is NOT Your Beer Buddy

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The President of the United States of America is NOT your beer buddy, nor should he be. After bringing national attention to an event that happens all the time, to marijuana users, our President Obama invited Vice President Biden to join Harvard Prof. Henry Louis Gates Jr., and Cambridge Sgt. James Crowley for beers at the White House on Thursday, to discuss Gates arrest by Crowley after Obama said the Cambridge police acted “stupidly.”

Wait a second, who’s acting “stupidly” Mr. Obama? Isn’t encouraging alcohol consumption acting “stupidly”? Don’t you know that alcohol kills up to 180,000 people a year? Guess how many people die every year from marijuana use? Well, as soon as it happens, we’ll let you know. But, we can tell you that drinking alcohol increases the risk of a number of diseases; degeneration of the liver, infection of the liver, liver cirrhosis, sleeping disorders, sexual problems, infection of the esophagus, infection of the stomach, infection of the pancreas, premature dementia, varying from a reduction of memory to the serious syndrome of Korsakoff; cancer of the mouth, throat, larynx, intestines and breasts; hypertension and heart problems. Funny thing is…several of those ailments can be treated with marijuana.

Alcohol plays an important role in aggression. And, this whole “meet over beers thing” aside from your effort to appear accessible as the “every man” is to alleviate the tension that aggression caused, right? So check this out Mr. President, 40% of all incidents involving aggression occur while under the influence of alcohol. The police spend 22% of their time on cases involving alcohol. So why encourage the use of alcohol? Oh that’s right, you want to buddy up with the people to boost up your approval rating, eh? That sorta reminds us of the old adage of not being your kid’s friend but actually parenting them. Obama, you’re a parent, c’mon now…you aren’t supposed to be our friend…you’re supposed to be our leader, dude!

Why is it that you laugh when marijuana reform is brought up during press conferences? C’mon, we all heard you. We don’t see the humor in rhetoric. Did you know that marijuana appears in almost every known book of medicine written by ancient scholars and wise men and has thousands of possible uses in medicine? But, that’s beside the point, Obama. Weed is fun just like beer (only you don’t risk waking up next to an ugly chick). You could have just as easily brought out a peace pipe instead of shitty domestic beer (yeah, the White House frowns on imported brew) and smoked all your troubles away.

Obama, you said you were going to bring us change. Wasn’t Bush all about good ol’ boys and drinking beer and shit? So what’s changed? C’mon Mr. President, it’s not like you’re unfamiliar with marijuana or anything. You even said “When I was a kid I inhaled frequently. That was the point.” And, speaking of points, here’s ours; it would have been much cooler if you shared a joint with Biden, Gates, and Crowley instead of a drink. But don’t get us wrong, we love beer too, it’s just the hypocrisy we don’t like.

 

BREAKING NEWS–Global Marijuana March Underway

Today, all over the world people are marching in the name of marijuana! No, no, no…we’re not talking about the march to the refrigerator that stoners take daily at 4:21. We’re talking about a far-reaching annual event where passionate  stoners across the globe unite under the common cause of bringing attention to marijuana’s health properties and the legal issues keeping it out of the hands of those who need, depend on, and adore it.

Yes, today marks the day that marijuana supporters get up off the couch and march in order to free the weed!  In case you don’t know…the Global Marijuana March, happening today, is an annual tradition where stoners from all walks of life demonstrate their overwhelming love of weed and celebrate en mass the Stuff Stoners Like! So, yeah, of course, we’re really big fans of this special event.

Currently, supporters are gathering all across the world without you, because you’re reading this post. Don’t worry, there’s still time. So, if you’d like to get involved and see a list of areas where the March is taking place, click here.

We here at Stuff Stoners Like encourage you all to step outside today and get involved, or at least spread the word…you’ll be helping a great cause. We can only hope that with this demonstration today and with your involvement, people who are suffering, those who depend on medication to function normally, those who are law-abiding recreational users, will ahieve the goal of legalization globally. Today is OUR day!

 

MarijuanaLogues #3

It’s surreal, thought Sayten, to just hop in the car with a bit of cash in his pocket and drive a few blocks to a cannabis dispensary. It’s Good Friday, he thought and then chuckled when he corrected himself…Good Weed Friday that is. It’s nice to be off work, watching the hustle and bustle of the morning, while driving to pick up two pot-laced snickerdoodles and $24 of the best Indica money can buy.

A funny thing happened to Sayten as he turned the corner onto Webster street. A scruffy older guy stopped him. He was wearing sweat pants and was unshaven. He looked down at Sayten from behind his glasses, his eyes filled with desperation and a hint of anger. “Do you know where the pink elephant is?” Sayten shuddered. It sounded vaguely familiar…like some Pink Floyd reference all the while he tried to recall where he heard that name before. “You know, the pot club?” Sayten was taken back…he was just freshly stoned and didn’t expect to be questioned. Afterall, this was only his second time on a legal pot-run. And you could just imagine how suddenly self-conscious he became. He was already hiding behind black Ray Bans and a hoody as if to not draw any attention to himself. Sayten looked up at the man and said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, man” and kept walking. He passed a couple storefronts and arrived at the old electric car dealership. Interestingly, the Purple Elephant Collective Cannabis Dispensary, is located above the Zap car showroom. Zap, was once an idealistic company with lofty ideas pioneering the electric car craze. It brought notoriety to the small town of Alameda at first and then infamy as customers who payed for cars never received them.

Once inside the club, Sayten found a place on the couch just minutes before the old guy who abruptly questioned him on the street came through the door. Great, Sayten thought to himself. Ah, well, I guess it’s better you didn’t say anything, you don’t know the etiquette around here. Maybe that dude’s a DEA agent and he’s looking to bust your little neighborhood operation? Who’s loyalty do you want…some old dude on the street’s or the club’s. So, yeah, he thought, you did the right thing in preemtively snubbing the guy who’s now snubbing you.

It was only 11 am that Friday morning and the club was packed. Three or four guys hung out behind the table at the far end of the room and checked ID’s while another continuously locked and unlocked the door as patients came up the stairs after being announced over the CB by the security guard below. The atmosphere wasn’t as friendly as the last time Sayten was there. It seemed a bit tense or maybe it was Sayten who was tense or maybe just too stoned. There were nearly a dozen patients spread across the tiny, stark-white waiting room. They were all either sitting on the large worn-out, faded black leather couches or huddling in the corners either thumbing through back issues of High Times magazine or starring at one another. Like any public waiting room, I guess.

Finally, Sayten entered the tiny room with all the pot-filled mason jars. It’s amazing to watch the interaction between Sayten and the two guys behind the counter who were stoned just enough to be barely functional. And, by functional, I mean weigh different amounts of different strains of Sativa or Indica without dropping any and doing math in their head to determine price per pound and not get ripped off.

“Tell him we’re not taking back that dried-out nasty-ass bag of 6 day old weed,” said the really glassy-eyed guy handling the cash. “You can return weed?”, quipped Sayten. “Yep,” replied the cashier. Wow, how surreal, Sayten thought. Not only can you just hop in the car and buy weed right around the corner 7-days a week, you can even return that weed if you don’t like it.

 

MarijuanaLogues #2

It’s surreal, thought Sayten, to just hop in the car with a bit of cash in his pocket and drive a few blocks to a cannabis dispensary. It’s Good Friday, he thought and then chuckled when he corrected himself…Good Weed Friday that is. It’s nice to be off work, watching the hustle and bustle of the morning, while driving to pick up two pot-laced snickerdoodles and $24 of the best Indica money can buy.

A funny thing happened to Sayten as he turned the corner onto Webster street. A scruffy older guy stopped him. He was wearing sweat pants and was unshaven. He looked down at Sayten from behind his glasses, his eyes filled with desperation and a hint of anger. “Do you know where the pink elephant is?” Sayten shuddered. It sounded vaguely familiar…like some Pink Floyd reference all the while he tried to recall where he heard that name before. “You know, the pot club?” Sayten was taken back…he was just freshly stoned and didn’t expect to be questioned. Afterall, this was only his second time on a legal pot-run. And you could just imagine how suddenly self-conscious he became. He was already hiding behind black Ray Bans and a hoody as if to not draw any attention to himself. Sayten looked up at the man and said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, man” and kept walking. He passed a couple storefronts and arrived at the old electric car dealership. Interestingly, the Purple Elephant Collective Cannabis Dispensary, is located above the Zap car showroom. Zap, was once an idealistic company with lofty ideas pioneering the electric car craze. It brought notoriety to the small town of Alameda at first and then infamy as customers who payed for cars never received them.

Once inside the club, Sayten found a place on the couch just minutes before the old guy who abruptly questioned him on the street came through the door. Great, Sayten thought to himself. Ah, well, I guess it’s better you didn’t say anything, you don’t know the etiquette around here. Maybe that dude’s a DEA agent and he’s looking to bust your little neighborhood operation? Who’s loyalty do you want…some old dude on the street’s or the club’s. So, yeah, he thought, you did the right thing in preemtively snubbing the guy who’s now snubbing you.

It was only 11 am that Friday morning and the club was packed. Three or four guys hung out behind the table at the far end of the room and checked ID’s while another continuously locked and unlocked the door as patients came up the stairs after being announced over the CB by the security guard below. The atmosphere wasn’t as friendly as the last time Sayten was there. It seemed a bit tense or maybe it was Sayten who was tense or maybe just too stoned. There were nearly a dozen patients spread across the tiny, stark-white waiting room. They were all either sitting on the large worn-out, faded black leather couches or huddling in the corners either thumbing through back issues of High Times magazine or starring at one another. Like any public waiting room, I guess.

Finally, Sayten entered the tiny room with all the pot-filled mason jars. It’s amazing to watch the interaction between Sayten and the two guys behind the counter who were stoned just enough to be barely functional. And, by functional, I mean weigh different amounts of different strains of Sativa or Indica without dropping any and doing math in their head to determine price per pound and not get ripped off.

“Tell him we’re not taking back that dried-out nasty-ass bag of 6 day old weed,” said the really glassy-eyed guy handling the cash. “You can return weed?”, quipped Sayten. “Yep,” replied the cashier. Wow, how surreal, Sayten thought. Not only can you just hop in the car and buy weed right around the corner 7-days a week, you can even return that weed if you don’t like it.

 

BREAKING NEWS–McDonald’s Happy Meals Include Weed!

Okay, how many times have you opened up your McDonald’s Happy Meal and wished the prize inside was a pipe, a lighter and a bag of weed? Yeah, us too!Well, that’s exactly what happened to some lucky li’l 8-year-old girl in Chicago according to the AP.

Instead of thanking McDonalds and bogarting their kid’s stash like most parents, anti-stoners Keith and Andrea Irelan phoned the Chi-town PD who went on down to the generous dispensary McDonald’s to question staff.

Apparently fellow employees and managers at the McDonald’s ratted out 17-year-old McDonald’s (former—you think Mickey D’s is gonna stand for that shit?) employee  Brandon Scott. Police Chief Brian Zeilmann said Scott has been charged with possession of marijuana and drug paraphernalia.

Police said Scott came to work and  forgot he had his marijuana and pipe in his pocket. He ditched his gear in a Happy Meal box where he thought he could get it at the end of his shift…but some other employee filled it with substances much more deadly than weed, like a fucking burger made from the parts of what like 50 individual cows, artery-clogging hydrogenated oil and lethal amounts of sodium and sugar, then handed it to the Irelans.

McDonald’s released a statement saying the employee was  immediately fired. And, of course the Irelans plan to sue the McDonald’s corporation.

 

BREAKING NEWS–McDonald's Happy Meals Include Weed!

Okay, how many times have you opened up your McDonald’s Happy Meal and wished the prize inside was a pipe, a lighter and a bag of weed? Yeah, us too!Well, that’s exactly what happened to some lucky li’l 8-year-old girl in Chicago according to the AP.

Instead of thanking McDonalds and bogarting their kid’s stash like most parents, anti-stoners Keith and Andrea Irelan phoned the Chi-town PD who went on down to the generous dispensary McDonald’s to question staff.

Apparently fellow employees and managers at the McDonald’s ratted out 17-year-old McDonald’s (former—you think Mickey D’s is gonna stand for that shit?) employee  Brandon Scott. Police Chief Brian Zeilmann said Scott has been charged with possession of marijuana and drug paraphernalia.

Police said Scott came to work and  forgot he had his marijuana and pipe in his pocket. He ditched his gear in a Happy Meal box where he thought he could get it at the end of his shift…but some other employee filled it with substances much more deadly than weed, like a fucking burger made from the parts of what like 50 individual cows, artery-clogging hydrogenated oil and lethal amounts of sodium and sugar, then handed it to the Irelans.

McDonald’s released a statement saying the employee was  immediately fired. And, of course the Irelans plan to sue the McDonald’s corporation.

 

BREAKING NEWS–Stoner Arrested for Smoking a Cat

Sometimes you just can’t make this shit up! The AP is reporting that some 20-year-old dude in Omaha, Nebraska was arrested last night for trying to smoke his cat! Allegedly the guy  tried to “mellow out his cat” (named Shadow)by stuffing it into a homemade bong and then smoking from it. Well, now he’s facing criminal charges.

Dude told Lancaster County sheriff’s deputies that the cat was all hyper and stuff and that he was just trying to calm her down.  Later, the stoned cat was taken to the Capital Humane Society, where she appeared to be in good condition.

Deputies found the cat-filled bong after responding to a domestic disturbance call at the place the cat-smoker shares with his grandfather, Sgt. Andy Stebbing said. They finished up with the dispute, left the house, only to return minutes later after discovering there was an arrest warrant on the suspect for possession of drug paraphernalia. Upon re-entering the house, Stebbing said, deputies saw the suspect smoking marijuana through a piece of garden hose attached to the duct-taped, plastic glass box, in which the cat had been stuffed. “This cat was just dazed,” Stebbing said. “She was on the front seat of the cop car, wrapped in a blanket, and never moved all the way to the humane society.” The suspect was cited for misdemeanor animal cruelty and taken to the Lancaster County Jail on the arrest warrant. He was released after paying a $400 fine.

 

#22 Bob Marley

Happy birthday Bob Marley.

What do stoners NOT like about the legendary Bob Marley? No disrespect, let’s not refer to Bob Marley as a stoner, okay? Joking aside, let us celebrate Bob Marley as the archetypal hero, a musical prophet and the loudest voice of the zeitgeist that was just begging to take hold of the world at large at the time of his untimely and unfortunate passing on May 11, 1981. Marley was only 36.

Marley was so much more than a humble, wise, and infinitely talented artist. He brought hope to the downtrodden, the weak, the marginalized, and the oppressed. Driven by his devotion and passion for Rastafarianism he  inspired the globe to adopt the philosophy of One Love and One World.

Marley was an empath  who was forever deeply in touch with his fellow man and the suffering of the world. His tremendous body of work spoke to  every situation…to every crisis that humanity may face. And for that…there will always be a Bob Marley song to give us understanding, perspective, and quite simply a way to ease that pain.

“One good thing about music, when it hits- you feel no pain”–Bob Marley

 

#21 Pink Floyd

You don’t need weed to enjoy Pink Floyd. You need Pink Floyd to enjoy weed. Of course, stoners like Pink Floyd, man…it’s mandatory!

Why is it mandatory? Well, because Pink Floyd have created the perfect soundtrack for stoner sessions many times over and over already. Dude, who hasn’t smoked a bowl and synched the Dark Side of the Moon with the Wizard of Oz? Some of that shit ain’t no coincidence, man. When Money comes on and Dorothy opens the door and everything turns all color…whoa…that’s some freaky shit, bro. Weed only heightens that experience. And besides, who hasn’t divided up a quarter on the cover of The Wall? Feel me?

Meddle, Wish You Were Here, Animals…damn, just pick one, get stoned, and listen long enough until everything begins to make sense.