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And on the seventh day, god stepped back and said "There is my creation, perfect in every way... oh, dammit I left pot all over the place. Now they'll think I want them to smoke it... Now I have to create Republicans."
- Bill Hicks

You're walking down the street in the middle of the day. You see a cop, better hide the joint. You go down a side alley, he follows you. You're scared, you're terrified, you just know you're gonna get busted. The cop catches up to  you, tells you to freeze, dirtbag. You haven't shot anybody, you haven't threatened anybody's life, except arguably you own. You yet have an officer of the law now telling you to put your hands on the wall, so he can do a cavity search on you. 

Your crime is smoking pot, right here in "the land of the free," you were just busted for committing a "victimless" crime. The "crime" has no victim, that's for sure, hell it was just in the process of relaxing you, putting everything into perspective, making you happy.

Yes, the "crime" has no victim, but the law certainly does --- you! Laws are not there to protect you, you can do that for yourself, or at least you could, if they'd give you a chance, but they won't, because they know what's best for YOU, and you do not know what's best for yourself, you subversive scumbag, how dare you take a substance into your body without asking the permission of other people?!

Government has gotten out of hand when you can no longer decide what should and shouldn't go into your own body, and when unreasonable search and seizure are running rampant.

 Written by my friend Nick

 

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