Howdy People,

It’s the last day of the Parental Occupation, and just to prove that these visits are noxious for my well being, everything that can hurt on my body today is making itself known.  Actually, may I place you on hold for a second?  It’s a little hard to rip this bowl while typing………..

Ahh, better.  Right, well the one positive to come from this hell week is that I have managed to educate my parents (especially my mother) regarding the dis-information and propaganda surrounding marijuana.  Not even “medical marijuana” but over the last 6 months I have been trying to break down all the lies and bullshit and scare tactics that (some of) the mainstream media continually report.  As someone who knows nothing about cannabis except what she is told by the local 5pm newscast, my mother was not an easy convert.  Example;  She called me one morning, in a frenzy over something she had seen on a morning talk show about a woman who may/may not have smoked up, then some shit happened, then she was diagnosed with depression and then she killed herself.  Yeah.  One can SO CLEARLY see that her smoking a joint lead to her ending her life, uh-huh.  But, after showcasing a couple of very well written articles, a documentary and an impressive visual presentation (by yours truly) at the dining room table, she is now properly educated as to history, effects, cultural impact, genetics, benefits, risks and economical impact of the plant.  In fact, she has been crowing about the total hypocrisy of the United States government, to accept income tax payments from California dispensaries and marijuana businesses, yet not legalize the very commodity from which they readily accept money.

So when I saw this report of a patient with full body paralysis, being denied his wheelchair and forced to lie immobile, festering bed sores – my heart sank below the floor.  Video is below, click here for the post.

I don’t know what kind of close minded, spiteful, IGNORANT asshole you have to be to deny someone who is suffering so much and hurting absolutely no one.  But even my close minded, judgmental, cranky mother can see that the criminalization of marijuana is insanity.


A sanguine flush of the cheek has long been associated with youth and beauty. Sonnets have been composed in ode to the bloom of a woman’s cheek. However, there is a big difference between this:

and this:

Photo Copyright: The Center for Laser Surgery in Washington, DC

Rosacea is a common yet perplexing skin disorder in that most people who are afflicted don’t even know they have it. If you experience persistent redness or flushing of the face, please go to to see if you may have this disorder. Rosacea affects and estimated 14 million Americans, including myself and my friend Spicy Tamale (“caller, you are on the request line!”). Tamale and I are afflicted with Subtype 1, which is the initial stage of the disorder and also the mildest. It is characterized by flushing and persistent redness, and sometimes visible blood vessels. Occasional pimple-like bumps may be experienced with this stage of the disorder.

Coming up, I will (to the best of my ability) give my fellow Rosacea sufferers some tips to keep your blushing skin under contol.