“Penalties against a drug should not be more damaging to an individual than the use of the drug itself. Nowhere is this more clear than in the laws against possession of marijuana in private for personal use. The National Commission on Marijuana and Abuse concluded years ago that marijuana use should be decriminalized, and I believe it is time to implement those basic recommendations.

Therefore, I support legislation amending federal law to eliminate all Federal criminal penalties for the possession of up to one ounce of marijuana.”

Economics of Cannabis Legalization

Here are two articles provided by NORML.

Marijuana Decriminalization and its impact on use

Decriminalization talking points

Click here for the NORML guide to marijuana testing

Despite the fear propaganda that is spread by law enforcement and politicians, who have their own agendas for spreading the propaganda of fear in our communities, there are numerous studies that support what millions of smokers have known all along, that although there are some minute impairments associated with marijuana and driving, they are relatively negligible. Here is a sober look at drugged driving.

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If you must ask this question then simply look in the mirror
But you haven’t the strength to see it

Look out the window
Look on your tv
Look into your thoughts

You live in Babylon every day

But it is not the world you live in
It is the world you see

It is the degradation of perception through language structure
It isn’t one particular teaching
It is each of them

He who sees Babylon and knows it has reached the state of no-enlightenment
No one sees it through argument or coercion

The language of Babylon is the language coding one uses
The state of Babylon is geographically situated in the brain
Its ruler is the one that projects his thoughts unto others

The message is domination of the conceptual landscape
The weapons are arguments by those who profess to be blind
It insists in believing in the stupidity of others
It justifies its power through fear

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“Oh, forgive me, lord. I just needed to tell my stories. It got so lonely out in the desert stealing my neighbors’ camels. I had no idea people would take my stories so earnestly.”

“Oh, get up, Mohammed, get up. You know I don’t like others bowing to me. My stories were no more real than yours. In fact, I didn’t even write them myself. Some very impressionistic men wouldn’t stop following me around. I thought they were homosexuals and lunatics. So I taught them what I could. What was I supposed to do, let them wander off to some camel thief to be told how to think?”

“Very funny, Jesus.”

“I’m just fucking with you. Come on now. After all, didn’t I show them how to steal vegetables from the fields of farmers on days the farmers went to say prayers?”

“Ah, yes. That was a good one, Jesus.”

“Hey suse.”

“What?”

“I prefer the Latin.”

“Oh, ok. Anyway, how come you never wrote your own stories, Heysuse?” Mohammed giggled. “Haha, I see what you mean. It sounds funny. Reminds me of that song by the cowboy singer, Johnny Cash. You know, about the boy named Sue.”

“Oh him. I had a hard time with him, you know. He just refused to believe there wasn’t some character named Jesus he could reconcile with the idea he had in his head. Finally, I had to tell him ‘now look, Johnny, I can appreciate all the alcohol and drug problems you had but I had nothing to do with them. I didn’t supply you with all the alcohol and booze, nor did I supply you with willpower to stay away from them. You did it all on your own.” But he had swallowed so deeply that false humility shit that they teach in the religions that he couldn’t see that it was pride that led him to take credit for one side of the coin while turning his back on the other. They wear that shit like a badge of honor. Like a shaman who goes out into the drugged unknown to bring the fantasies back to his people as revelation. Like someone does when he denies himself food for so long, or light, or sleep. You know, ‘I have made this dangerous journey that gives me credentials to preach to you. I earned those goddamned credentials. Now listen to me.’ But if he also takes full credit for getting off that shit he loses estimation in the eyes of others, and it concerns him.”

With this, both Christ and Mohammed were speechless for a moment. Then Christ spoke, “isn’t that what you did, Mohammed?”

“Well, yes, now that you put it that way. But, if not me it would’ve been someone else everyone would’ve followed. Like you, what was I supposed to do, let them go off and seek the philosophy of some garden raider?”

“Yes, you are quite right,” said Jesus with a hearty laugh.

“All I wanted was to show others how to be creative; to do something with themselves instead of their petty useless bickering. Constantly arguing over which figment of the imagination is the real one. Most silly.”

“Yes, yes. And those elaborate regulations they made up in our names.”

“I wipe my ass with the Koran, Jesus. I don’t mind telling you. There is a reason why Ayman Zawahiri is called number two you know.”

“He isn’t a number one.”

“That would be less messy.”

“If he were like my popes of old he probably has a brainwashed boy clean after him.”

“With his tongue.”

“Yes, yes. As it has been with my popes in time past.”

“If it were only that, Jesus. The pathetic coward is hiding in the mountains, fantasizing about fucking little boys and brainwashing them into hating and killing. As if I would ever want my name on any religion that is taught by such cowards, teaching people they are useless unless they kill others who don’t believe as they do.”

“Now, Mohammed, you are going to work yourself all up again.”

“I cannot help it, Jesus. Goddamnit, motherfucking Christ!”

“Haha!!! I couldn’t say it better myself.”

“These hypocrites that want to be gods themselves, claiming their murders of innocent and defenseless people in my name; hiding like cowards in the mountains, slapping women around, raping their daughters and sodomizing boys. These insecure weasels think they can keep women from learning they are actually superior to these maggots that call themselves men. Those bastards are afraid of women because they don’t know how to fuck; when they do have sex with a woman they are cuming before they can even penetrate. They make laws to keep the women from marrying foreigners and finding out that these extremists are pathetic, lame motherfuckers. They can’t think, they can’t get along with anyone and they can’t fuck.”

“Boy, you sure are in a foul mood today, Mohammed.”

“Well you would be too if you saw millions of people using my name for hatred and killing and subjugating others.”

“Come on. Who do you think you’re talking to? What about my people? My people taught yours a few ingenious methods of killing. And don’t think your people have the market covered on brainwashing. If the Americans used some of the methods my followers used to extract confessions the entire Middle East would’ve confessed to crimes of terrorism.”

“At least your people had the Reformation. My people still live in the dark ages and blame the rest of the world that gains in science, technology and intelligence have come at their expense.”

“I must admit I find it hard to match you on that point.”

At this point Christ let a loud and thunderous fart.

“Jesus!”

“Yes?”

“No. I mean Jesus!”

“No shit.”

“That’s good to hear. I was worried a bit.”

“No problem. I’m sure we could have one of our “martyrs” clean it up.”

“Oh, yes. Those fucking morons would do anything if they thought it was my wish.”

“No need. Mother Theresa doesn’t mind cleaning my dirty clothes. It happens once in a while. All those figs and locust beans. It’s hard to break old habits.”

“Tell me about it. Sometimes I cannot resist interfering in dreams on occasion to inspire some of those idiots on their knees five times a day to do something useful, like stealing their neighbor’s camels.”

“I always wanted to question you on that point, Mohammed. Stealing camels is somehow honorable?”

“Ah, you know, Jesus. If you declare a war first anything is acceptable.”

“Oh, yes, yes, yes. The war thing. It sure has a way of justifying things, doesn’t it?”

“It’s the only road to honor for someone who has no honor.”

“Come again?”

“When a man wants to ignore the fact no one around honors or respects him he must abuse them into respect and then he must lie to himself that the respect his captives give him is real.”

“I see. It’s too bad those fools down there have to believe in fairy tales. It’s too bad they don’t realize they are simply projecting the respect they desire into a fairy tale that in turn provides the credentials they so badly desire.”

“It’s your father’s fault, you know. He didn’t make them capable of sustaining magnanimity towards others who don’t hold similar beliefs or systems of judgments. They think the only way to have peace is for everyone to believe the same thing.”

“I believe you are confusing the beliefs of a few nomads whose ideology had an impression on you.”

“Have you heard the American politicians campaigning for office?”

“Touche.”

Christ looked at the effeminate features of Mohammed, the slender waist, thin long fingers, the soft skin on his freshly shaved face. “You know, Mohammed, you have a nice odor about you this evening. Do you have any plans?”

Mohammed’s desire caused sweat to break out on his forehead. “What did you have in mind, Jesus?”

Jesus bent over and kissed Mohammed’s hand. “I thought we could dine on pork entrails, baked catfish and barbecued snake. Then afterwards maybe we could go back to my place for a night cap.”

“Oh, how delightful. I will make sure to order an enema first.”

“Yes, please do. I do not like the smell of shit on my fingers when I take a piss in the morning. Now, where did I put that bible. Have to go take a shit you know.”

“Ah, reading material?”

“Heavens no. I get enough of those stories from all the people who see me up here and try to tell me they know me. I ran out of ass wipe and the paper is rather absorbent for a book.”

“What would they think if their “lord” was out of ass wipe?”

“I’m sure the scholars would give them some reasonable explanation.”

“As always.”

They charged Mr. Claus, represented in court by a stuffed dummy, with all sorts of high crimes and misdemeanors. They charged him with paganism. They charged him with perjury for claiming to be Saint Nicholas. They even charged him with encouraging child abuse by appearing in whiskey ads. Worse yet, they found him guilty on all counts, for basically being a jolly old elf — i.e., a pagan god trying to steal Christmas from Christ.

It wasn’t the first time Mr. Claus got the boot from a Christian congregation. Pope John XXIII threw the suspiciously merry old clown out of the Roman Catholic church back in the late 1960s. The Jehovah’s Witnesses have always denounced Santa for his unsavory pagan past.

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Gene Simmons claimed to be the first to use the “Sign of the Horns” on stage, but one can plainly see the members of Coven giving the sign on the cover of Witchcraft in 1969. As Jinx explains on her MySpace page, this gesture should not be confused with the Manu Cornuta which is a hand sign to ward off hexes, or to issue them, whatever the case may be. The Sign of the Horns is given palm out, opposite of the Manu Cornuta.

Click here to read more about the meaning of these hand signs

Jinx recently announced that Coven’s original lineup is preparing material for an upcoming album and that a 2008 World tour is being planned. It is time for the music world to give the devil his due. His High Priestess has come back to claim her throne. Jinx has set up a page on MySpace to share the history of Coven. In fact, there are three different pages that share the band’s history and music, as well as Jinx’s personal education in the black arts. She has opened the Coven vault to share videos that date back to 1974, long preceding MTV. On the Jinx Dawson page you can read about her family history and teachers, as well as a brief history of her controversial past.

Click here to go to her personal page

On the band pages she shares a copious compilation of videos, press releases, artifacts, pictures, album art and other goodies. Coven also has a large selection of merchandise available, including t-shirts, Cds, books, posters and other items.

Click here to go to Jinx and Coven band page

Click here to visit the band page and read more about the early years of Coven

Jinx Dawson and Coven are true pioneers of metal whose recognition is long overdue. America in the 1960s had a thriving underground of Satanic culture that was vilified in the conservative media, and all but stamped out after the Manson family murders. Charles Manson was photographed, in fact, holding a Coven album. This was enough for the news media to stir up a lynch mob to ban movies, cult magazines, books and music like Coven’s from the public. Coven was banned from most major cities, and where they were allowed to play they weren’t allowed to use most of their props, and were only allowed to perform if they agreed to speak in Latin. One thing that wasn’t banned was the sign of the horns simply because its meaning was not known.

Click here to view a large selection of some of these popular mags from the 60s and early 70s

You can see by this selection that America was the real source of inspiration for the introduction of the black arts into modern music.

Click here to read about Bad Mags. A book written about the history of America’s underground magazines

Bad Mags is an indispensable history that a new generation of American occult and metal enthusiasts will truly enjoy.Thanks be to Priestess Jinx and the Coven for breathing life back into the ashes of a long forgotten, but important movement in American culture.

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