Thursday, August 06, 2009, I began a process to purge my body of unnatural toxins. I woke leisurely and well rested, did yoga, worked up a sweat, drank lemon grass, spearmint green tea, took a hot, steamy shower and did not allow myself to consume any processed sugar or smoke any cannabis. After reading some of Hunter S. Thompson’s, “Generation of Swine” in which he attacks the folly of the politically minded and socially apathetic alike, I was feeling quite fond of the conscientious decisions I was making.
Early in the evening, however, something became apparent that made me feel unclean. My brother informed that somebody had left, “grow” something or other in our yard and that we had to take to the dump tomorrow morning and pay for the dumping with money out of our own pockets. Well at first I was under the impression that someone had left the trim of their marijuana harvest to us and my parents thought we were going to throw it away. To my dismay, though, it was more along the lines of the afterbirth of the ganja rather than the offspring itself. There were old broken plastic pots, destroyed framework and worst of all, soil that stung your nose from the sent of pungent chemicals that were added to thwart pests and stimulate growth.
After inspecting the waste I went inside to inquire as to why my parents thought it would be fitting for us to pay for its disposal. Their thoughts were those of a devil’s advocate. They told us it could have been from the grower from whom we buy our pot. There was no way for us to prove it wasn’t. They went on to ask us if we’d ever bothered to ask our dealers if the product they were selling was organically grown. In the hopes of keeping those brief illegal exchanges short, we, of course, hadn’t. All of a sudden I was one of those moral-less journalists that fed his reader hyped up lies of conspiracy that Hunter Thompson had viciously sized up.
This putrid and earth defiling waste could have been put to use in our gardens at home if someone had chosen not to use toxic chemicals as if to ensure less work be demanded of the grower and the crop be larger. We, in large, as a community here in Arcata believe that the impact of the methods that are used to produce our resources should be as environmentally friendly as possible and this, my friends, most certainly is not. Because of its illegal status the growing of marijuana goes unregulated so it is our duty as consumers to act. Start demanding chem free weed and soon the growers will comply. We would ask that the carrots we ingest aren’t bathed in pesticides so why would we want our local reefer laced with it?
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on 08/28/2009 at 7:10 AM
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Thursday, August 06, 2009, I began a process to purge my body of unnatural toxins. I woke leisurely and well rested, did yoga, worked up a sweat, drank lemon grass, spearmint green tea, took a hot, steamy shower and did not allow myself to consume any processed sugar or smoke any cannabis. After reading some of Hunter S. Thompson’s, “Generation of Swine” in which he attacks the folly of the politically minded and socially apathetic alike, I was feeling quite fond of the conscientious decisions I was making. Early in the evening, however, something became apparent that made me feel unclean. My brother informed that somebody had left, “grow” something or other in our yard and that we had to take to the dump tomorrow morning and pay for the dumping with money out of our own pockets. Well at first I was under the impression that someone had left the trim of their marijuana harvest to us and my parents thought we were going to throw it away. To my dismay, though, it was more along the lines of the afterbirth of the ganja rather than the offspring itself. There were old broken plastic pots, destroyed framework and worst of all, soil that stung your nose from the sent of pungent chemicals that were added to thwart pests and stimulate growth. After inspecting the waste I went inside to inquire as to why my parents thought it would be fitting for us to pay for its disposal. Their thoughts were those of a devil’s advocate. They told us it could have been from the grower from whom we buy our pot. There was no way for us to prove it wasn’t. They went on to ask us if we’d ever bothered to ask our dealers if the product they were selling was organically grown. In the hopes of keeping those brief illegal exchanges short, we, of course, hadn’t. All of a sudden I was one of those moral-less journalists that fed his reader hyped up lies of conspiracy that Hunter Thompson had viciously sized up. This putrid and earth defiling waste could have been put to use in our gardens at home if someone had chosen not to use toxic chemicals as if to ensure less work be demanded of the grower and the crop be larger. We, in large, as a community here in Arcata believe that the impact of the methods that are used to produce our resources should be as environmentally friendly as possible and this, my friends, most certainly is not. Because of its illegal status the growing of marijuana goes unregulated so it is our duty as consumers to act. Start demanding chem free weed and soon the growers will comply. We would ask that the carrots we ingest aren’t bathed in pesticides so why would we want our local reefer laced with it?