Posted on June 5th, 2010 by Gavin M.
That’s a headline, right? We’ll say.
What decent newspaperman wouldn’t want to sail that one past the editing desk?
Don Surber, The Chattanooga1 (WV) Daily Mail
What pot buys
We clearly said ‘decent newspaperman,’ and in floats Surber.
‘What pot buys.’ Um, it buys less money? This doesn’t even make sense. It buys Taco Bell at 3AM with you as its faithful steed? We’re feeling that ol’ Surber vertigo already, and we’re not even out of the title.2
An estimated two-thirds of the Mexican drug trade is marijuana.
People who smoke pot illegally are like the imbibers in the Roaring Twenties funding violence on a level unseen in well, 80 years.
Arithmetic, eh? Well, 20 – 80 = -60, so there must have been a lot of funding of violence in the 1860s. As was the case, unless the History Channel has a really big correction to make.3
Yet according to Surb’s logic, it would be 60 years later, in the 1920s, when it…
Buh?
Now why does that not work? If 1840 + 80 = 1920, then how? Oooh.
People who smoke pot illegally are like the imbibers in the Roaring Twenties funding violence on a level unseen in well, 80 years.
Right, ‘imbibers.’ I almost stepped in some of their outbibings early last Sunday. I see it now: 1920 + 80 = 2000. So from 1840 to 2000 is 160 years. You divide it in half and get the year 1920. That’s what I’m talking about.
Because then you’re ready to add that imaginary 60 years, bringing you into the ferocious and imaginary drug-fueled gang violence of the ’80s and then the ’90s. Which didn’t happen because it was all too black-peopley, with the blacks and the, you know, tans.4 Who apparently don’t count.
Don’t mind me if I rub that in a bit hard. You encounter it whenever the ‘roaring twenties’ are celebrated. “America would never again,” the voiceover will go, “be so captivated by the gangster.” As you just sit there like, WTF?
Mexico is the new Chicago.
If so, then Chicago is New Mexico, isn’t it? This doesn’t seem right. I’m just saying there’s a catch in here somewhere.
From the Houston Chronic:
Ha ha, that was us doing a pot joke. That was funny, yes.
From the Houston Chronicle:
An alleged plot by a Mexican drug cartel to blow up a dam along the Texas border — and unleash billions of gallons of water into a region with millions of civilians — sent American police, federal agents and disaster officials secretly scrambling last month to thwart such an attack, authorities confirmed Wednesday.
Whether or not the cartel, which is known to have stolen bulk quantities of gunpowder and dynamite, could have taken down the 5-mile-long Falcon Dam may never be known since the attack never came to pass.
“It may have been derailed by a stepped-up presence by the Mexican military, which was acting in part on intelligence from the U.S. government, sources said.”
- ‘Blow up a dam’ is new slang for puff a hoagie.
- May be time to change water in 5-mile-long Falcon Bong.
- “Wow man,” lights dynamite, “this stuff is dynamite.”
Federal law is not doing this. Pot was banned more than 70 years ago.
In other words, Federal law is doing this and it started a long time ago.
What drives the violence is a demand for an illegal weed, a demand that has grown over the last 40 years.
In other words, Federal law is doing this increasingly over the last 40 years, plus ‘weed.’
Either legalize it or quit.
That’s what Peter Tosh was wondering as he ended the age of commercial lighter-than-air travel, so to speak, on a nice, fat Jamaican Hindenberg, and crossed ‘Quit’ off the list of album titles, leaving ‘Legalize It,’ ‘Snork a Kazoo,’ ‘Hunk-a Hunk-a Burnin’ Bud,’ and ‘On Top of Old Smokey, All Covered In Jah.’
America and Mexico can no longer afford the violence that pot smokers help generate.
If Mexico would hand over the nachos. We’re just sayin’.
Notes:
1 We got this wrong once, substituting probably Columbia or Charlotte, probably not Chickamagua, for the name of this city, once a staging area for a historic armed labor uprising, now a treadmill for our man Surber. The city of Ch… Okay, hold on.
Charleston. It’s Charleston. The one in West Virginia, as Ontario has its London and New Jersey its Berlin. Which I must point out is better than the German Berlin, being less haunted by Nick Cave and Blixa Bargeld, while in recent years becoming comparatively more haunted by Lou Reed, with Reed and Laurie Anderson having settled upstate in Blairstown.
Point being, I’m determined to get the name wrong some more, and will at times be substituting other cities to humorous or other effect.
2 Begin Yiddish theatre interlude:
SADMIEL: Hey Surbmazl! [sprays with seltzer bottle]
SURBMAZL: [to audience] Nu! Again with the schpritz! [to Sadmiel] What is it, Sadmiel, you villain?
SADMIEL: I say of you, Surbmazl: What is it do you think of Liebling?
SURBMAZL: What, Sadmiel, is this do I think of Liebling?
SADMIEL: Indeed, Surbmazl. What is your thinking of this?
SURBMAZL: Nu, I do not know from Liebling, Sadmiel. Never have I Liebled.
SADMIEL: [to audience] Never has he Liebled, says the shuggas. [to Surbmazl] Ah! So you Kipple?
SURBMAZL: [to audience] He asks if I am ever Kipling! [to Surbmazl] You villain, you tricker. [to audience] Es ist vershitz! Hier geht es kerploppen!
[loud knocking, as on a door]
SADMIEL, SURBMAZL: [together] Who is it?
PARROT: Awk! Das ist… [audience joins in] …der Klempner. Er kommt das Sink für fixen!
DER KLEMPNER: [from offstage] It is the plumber, and he comes in the sink.
[Fanfare, applause, Sadmiel and Surbmazl dance with hands on imaginary cane-tops and legs kicking sideways, remove and flutter hats, exit at a disorganized gallop. A cabbage arcs onstage, rolls irregularly. Curtain.]
End Yiddish theatre interlude.
3 “Oh my God, and we misspelled Ardlof Hitrel’s name in this 1994 planning document. How many times did this get used?”
4 As opposed to those beige- or greige-operated Chicago Muslim terror cartels like Al-Qapone, with all the baciagaloops in them. OMG pot. Wait.
…Whew, I just called Vito, with the pot, and we can totally still afford pot.