Believe It Or Don't

[Hypoxia]

Believe It Or Don't -- Donald Trump once lived a decade and a half where he didn't fuck anybody. Then he turned 15 and his daddy bought him a whore.

Believe It Or Don't -- Cannabis used to be legal in USA. The Declaration of Independence and the Constitution were printed on cannabis paper. Burn them.

Believe It Or Don't -- Foreign terrorists are actively targeting USA. So are legal multinational corporations. Guess which cause the greatest damage and deaths.

Believe It Or Don't -- Radical Methodists once staged a genocidal coup in Fiji. Hillary Clinton is a Methodist and somewhat rad for the sect. Coincidence, or... ?

Believe It Or Don't -- Sex is good for you. Don't believe me? Go without it for a while and see. Or become a priest and never go without it. Thank you, Lord.

 

[yossi]

Believe It Or Don't -- Cannabis used to be legal in USA. The Declaration of Independence and the Constitution were printed on cannabis paper. Burn them.

Blaze it!

 

[Aglaopheme]

I think you can add every single drug that is currently illegal to the list of drugs that used to be legal.

 

[Sean]

Believe It Or Don't -- Cannabis used to be legal in USA. The Declaration of Independence and the Constitution were printed on cannabis paper. Burn them.

Cannabis is illegal in the US because the cotton lobby were scared of what hemp would do to their profits.

 

[Hypoxia]

Cannabis is illegal in the US because the cotton lobby were scared of what hemp would do to their profits.

Cannabis is illegal because William Randolph "Citizen Kane" Hearst didn't want his vast Mexican paper-production forests undercut by domestic hemp paper. He bribed enough congresscritters to pass a control act after midnight. Tragedy ensued. Hearst newspapers? Burn'em. Line birdcages. Wrap fish. Whatever.

That reminds me of long ago when I was a San Francisco bike messenger. I had a press-release delivery run for all the media downtown, including the Examiner-Chronicle building at 5th and Mission. I rode the elevator up to the 3rd floor mail room. A distinguished-looking gent in formal attire boarded with me. He said his name was Hearst and that I could take the rest of the day off. I thanked him and continued my job. Too bad I didn't work for him. But that night I smoked a fat doobie in his honor.