Medical Marijuana in NJ

There is a bill that is being presented to the New Jersey Senate, S119. It's a compassionate medical marijuana bill. It would essentially make it legal for anyone dealing with chronic or severe pain, or chronic or severe nausea to use, obtain, grow, and transport marijuana and marijuana paraphenalia without fear of prosecution.

The Medical Marijuana Project has a petition on their site for people to send to their local New Jersey representatives urging them to pass it. The information about that petition is here:

http://www.mpp.org/states/new-jersey/

I don't know if non-residents can sign it...there's nothing that says you can't though.

Digging through the vaults

~~~~~~~~~~~~I found this little scrap of writing I did a while back, and I still like it. Even if it was inspired by the trailer for the Doom movie.~~~~~~~~~~

Dr. Maynard (a thin, reedy-looking white-haired man in the appropriate oversized lab coat: "Good afternoon, gentlemen. I assume you all know why you are here."

Molloy (tall, very square and muscular, soldier): "Yes, sir. You're going to brief us on the hostile situation under the station."

Maynard: "Yes, good. Well. Um. The, creatures, that is, that we have been able to capture and observe thus far have revealed to us the following information: they are a group of heretofore unrecorded aberrations unlike anything seen on Earth's surface. We have been able to determine that they are completely immutable and only marginally flammable; however, they do react to all of the other natural laws we've tested against them. They appear, in fact, to be of a profane nature as opposed to our mundane nature."

Molloy: "What the hell are you talking about, sir?"

Maynard: "These, um, creatures, are...well, they're demons, Molloy."

Various murmurs of incredulity from the assembled soldiers, about 20 in all.

Molloy: "What, are you serious? How do you determine that there are demons under us?"

Maynard: "We have acquired recently as a member of our research team a priest with unparalleled knowledge of several hidden Judeo-Christian texts." Shocked look from Molloy & co., several soldiers begin to pray. "Whatever their reason for being here, and whatever the true reason for their existance, these things are, in fact, demons."

Molloy drops into his seat, head in his hands. This is just too fucking much for him.

Maynard: "On the plus side, they do react to offensives in the manner expected of any other organic life form."

Molloy: "Meaning?"

A woman enters through the rear door of the briefing room. She is scruffy and butch in appearance, probably mid-40s. She carries a double-barrelled shotgun over her shoulder, wears a cross, and is smoking a cigarette. Her name is Clancy.

Clancy: "Meaning, if it looks like a dog, you can probably kill it like one."

Molloy: "Who the hell is this?"

Clancy: "As far as you're concerned kid, I'm Jesus."

Maynard: "Ah, welcome, Miss Clancy. Gentlemen, Miss Clancy is somewhat of an expert on these demons. She has been in battle with them before."

Clancy: "Let's not understate things here, doctor. I've been fighting these monsters nonstop for the last 30 years. The U.S. military is in my backyard, now."