
Snoop Dogg has endorsed Ron Paul on his Facebook page. The entirety of his endorsement consists of a pink-tinted photo of Ron Paul with the words "SMOKE WEED EVERYDAY" typed above it. Below the photo, Snoop Dogg explains the logic behind his endorsement: "because i said so."

That settles that, then.
So writes Metafilter about this from-the-vaults IHOP commercial (which might make you want to revisit acid, but not revisit IHOP.)
Then the Marijuana Policy Project says in an email blast, "Ron Paul is obviously the best candidate. In fact, his views toward marijuana policy and the drug war are so much better than President Obama’s views that—if you’re a single-issue, drug-policy voter—you’d need to vote for Ron Paul."

Yeah, I'm all for ending the idiotic war on pot, but I'm not not a single-issue voter. You could tie me to a flaming faggot of marijuana stalks and I still wouldn't vote for Ron Paul. I'm not sure which is more obnoxious: the gold-standard-yapping, down-with-the-fed, ignore-the-UN, anti-gay, anti-choice candidate or the left-wing, idiot suckers who now serve as his bigot-defense brigade just because he talks a good line on legalizing weed.
There's a new word on the street when it comes to the electric car: Psychedelic. And by "street" I mean "avenue." And by "avenue," I mean Portland Statue University's Electric Avenue—the street near PSU campus designated solely for electric cars to pull in and power up. Turns out that if you drive an electric car, you're clearly on LSD... maybe shrooms. I'll let Electric Avenue's new homepage header do the talking:

Nuts, right? Also, the page's wording is pretty new age: "This is Electric Avenue. The nexus of new technology and new urbanism. A living laboratory where innovation is everywhere: implemented, improved, reimplemented, improved, reimplemented..."
So what's up with electric vehicles being so damn trippy? I'll leave you with the song that started it all.
Apparently, in 1996, Newt Gingrich proposed the death penalty for people importing drugs into the United States:
As Speaker of the House, Gingrich introduced the “Drug Importer Death Penalty Act of 1996.”...It would have applied to anyone convicted more than once of carrying 100 doses — or about two ounces — or marijuana across the border. Defendants would have had a window of 18 months to file their one and only appeal...[Gingrich said,] “I have made the decision that I love our children enough that we will kill you if you do this.”
But that's not the kicker. The kicker is that Newt Gingrich has admitted to smoking marijuana in college. How does he justify cracking down on modern-day pot users when he was a big old pot smoker back in the day? His answer is about as hypocritical as you can get:
“See, when I smoked pot it was illegal, but not immoral,” Gingrich reportedly told Wall Street Journal reporter Hilary Stout in 1996. “Now, it is illegal AND immoral. The law didn’t change, only the morality… That’s why you get to go to jail and I don’t.”
I would love to see Gingrich reinvestigate this issue, now that he's the frontrunning presidential candidate of his party. Hopefully some patriotic Iowan will launch the question at Gingrich at one of his rallies. I wonder whether this murderous stance on marijuana affects Gary Busey's emphatic Gingrich endorsement?
Take a minute, or five, and check out the new video for Onuinu's "Ice Palace." Acting as the title track, the song comes off the band's recent-ish release, and director Andrew Sloan spares no expense in adding properly acidic visuals to the sick electro pop beat. Take note: video is NSFW, so best enjoy this one tonight with a favorite vice and an open mind.
Onuinu plays Apes Tapes' one-year anniversary at Holocene this Thursday, November 17, 8:30 pm, $5.
… but I especially like this one.
It reminds me of me when the paper goes to press on Tuesdays.
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Good news, everybody! Science nows says doing 'shrooms will make you awesome — forever! Apparently, in a clinical study, 60% of patients exposed to psilocybin (for those of you who have never resided in Eugene, that's the "magic" in magic mushrooms) experience a significant personality shift in "openness" that's been shown, in some cases, to last a year or longer.
Says study author Roland Griffiths in this USA Today article, a professor of psychiatry and neuroscience at the Johns Hopkins School of Medicine:
"But, remarkably, this study shows that psilocybin actually changes one domain of personality that is strongly related to traits such as imagination, feeling, abstract ideas and aesthetics, and is considered a core construct underlying creativity in general," he added. "And the changes we see appear to be long-term."
Of course, Professor AwesomeDrugs requested, a bit halfheartedly, that you not try this experiment in becoming exponentially cooler and more interesting at home because "personality changes are personality changes," and also because "all the time people who use mushrooms recreationally sometimes end up getting into accidents or engage in homicidal behavior or suicide." Well, sure, but creative homicidal behavior!
So I'm just going to go ahead and call it: DO MORE DRUGS, PORTLAND. You're probably boring anyway, and being more creative might just help you land that bike messenger job you've been coveting (BY KILLING ALL THE OTHER BIKE MESSENGERS by spiffing up your resume!).
And, hey, at least it's better than dealing.
Come October 1, medical marijuana users could face a steep jump in permit fees. The $100 increase (making the price now $200) may be a key way for Oregon's cash-strapped health care budget to gain a needed $7 million to fund other health programs. The bill awaits budget approval before going into effect the start of next month.
While this may come as a bonus to Oregon Health Authority, it could further perpetuate the problem with those who abuse the medical permit system. Most of the card holders who have a legitimate medical reason to use marijuana are financially worse off than those who use their permit recreationaly.
"It's always a struggle, especially in this economic time," says Madeline Martinez of the nonprofit marijuana advocate NORML. "So many patients are low income, it's difficult to ask them to put even more money into it."
The bill could also cut the $20 permit discount for Oregon food stamp cardholders.
But in tandem with this potential price bump, the president of Oregon's sheriff association, Tom Bergin, announced his discontent with the state's current medical marijuana laws this week. Bergin called the Oregon Medical Marijuana Program (OMMP) “out of control” as 90 percent of of legal cardholders use medicinal cannabis to treat pain but not for cancer and glaucoma, which she says was the initial intention of the program. This, along with other police officer complaints, has led to Representative Andy Olson, R-Albany, reconsidering a past dismissed bill that could make it virtually impossible for doctors to prescribe marijuana to patients.

Oliver Stone wrote the script, and Al Pacino played the part, and Scarface has a lot to recommend it. There's the intriguing social history of Cuban refugees in Miami as a result of Castro's Mariel boatlift, as well as an examination of the cocaine culture of early-'80s Miami. What's more, there's the Shakespearean tragedy of Pacino's Tony Montana character, who more or less gets the world and then lets it go entirely to shit. And there's the simple time-capsule factor of the fashions and decor of the era, still ridiculously fun to watch. (Michelle Pfeiffer's clothes! Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio's hair!) Plus, there's an insane amount of cursing, violence, and drug use, all of which make Scarface work just fine as a brainless, decadent romp even though there's enough going on in the film for it to work on an intellectual level. (Also, and I just realized this today, but doesn't the guy who played Alberto the Shadow look a lot like Ron Paul?)
This past Saturday, a 15-year-old New Zealand boy was rushed to the hospital by his father. Local news reports claim the boy was "was having a panic attack, hyperventilating and had turned white." He survived and was eventually released, but hospital staff say he was still "on edge" and fatigued.
The cause? Snorting Ritalin. According to the boy's father, he had been routinely getting high to complement marathon videogame sessions. When questioned about his drug abuse, the boy (unnamed for fear of reprisals) justified his actions by claiming the drug is non-addictive.
"Being such a traumatic, emotional experience of thinking my boy was dying, to `he is snorting drugs', put me in shock. I had a hundred questions but was too shocked and drained to address them," the father said, before warning other parents to lock up their prescription drugs lest their children develop a taste for the high life.
I'm doing my best to sound uncharacteristically sincere here, but admittedly, this piece was inspired by a pressing question I have for you all: Is this really a thing now?
I mean, I know Ritalin abuse is nothing new, and maybe I'm just not of that subculture, but is this a widespread issue? Do any of you spend your nights huffing faux amphetamines and writing thesis papers, or stuffing little baggies of ADHD pills in your pockets before heading out to a show?
And here you were thinking The Throne was what you'd be listening to all day. Scootch over, Hova and Kanye. Make some room for Donald Chapin, M.D.:
If it's not too late, TBA should really try to book him this year; barring that, there are more videos here. And keep this in mind, dickhead commenters:
For you youngsters out there who are making great music videos, take into account that I don't have much experience in this area. (Pretty much anyone doing that is young from my perspective.) Before you start posting nasty comments on YouTube or elsewhere about my videos, think about it first. It took me years of hard work studying books and watching video tutorials just to be able to make these rather basic music videos. Compared to professionals doing this work for the music and video industry, I know that I have just touched the surface of really understanding how to use programs like Adobe After Effects and Premier Pro. Also keep in mind that I am not a musician, can't read or write music, and have never had a singing or dancing lesson in my life. So try to give me a break if you can.
Thanks to Scott for the heads up.
The wrong kind of pussy—the really, really wrong kind—and only when he's fucked up on meth.
Sigh.
I fully expect the next time I get into an argument with someone about marijuana decriminalization, they're going to throw this meth-abusing cat fucker in my face.
A friendly reminder that pot possession remains criminal, despite what you hear on the street. And smell.
Portland Police busted three SE grow houses this afternoon, seizing 2,000 plants with over $2 million street value. Here's what that looks like:

Along with the plants, police took subsequent gardening supplies.
The two shiesty growers, now on their way to Multnomah County Jail, had been diverting electricity directly from nearby power poles, creating a "clear and present danger" to the neighborhood. The five search warrants needed for these houses were part of an investigation into a "Drug Trafficking Organization operated by Chinese Nationals" that has been underway for months, according to the police report.
The operation's output was found to be distributed across the region. Also — WHAT!? — the trafficking operation had no connection with the medical marijuana business.
Run-of-the-mill drug bust, but I felt it necessary to clear the air.
Here's an interesting/horrifying little morality tale via the Portland Police Bureau: Last night at 11:25 pm, 23-year-old James Piles was walking just east of SE Water and Stark, when he was struck by a train, thereby severing the lower part of his left leg. He's expected to survive... but you may be wondering, how exactly does a train sneak up on someone like that? The PPB shares their theory:
When police and medical personnel arrived at the scene, Piles was conscious and was carrying his severed left leg. Piles told police that he'd been smoking marijuana earlier and did not hear the train approaching when he was struck.
NOW, before you call "bullshit" on Piles' excuse, let me relate the following story: Earlier in my lovelife, I dated a stupid, fucking pothead. While I'm not a huge fan of the stuff, I decided to smoke it with her in order to get on level mental playing field (and eventually into her bed). So she invites me to this super fancy after-wedding reception (I don't do well in super fancy situations), and suggests we smoke up first. We do, and by the time we get there, I am so stoned I have gone completely deaf. I'm already insecure enough as it is, and these richy-riches are asking me stuff like, "So Steve, what do you do?" And I'm responding, "WHAT??? CAN YOU PLEASE SPEAK UP, I CAN'T HEAR A FREAKING WORD YOU'RE SAYING!!!"
Moral: Train + marijuana = severed leg (or at the very least, social embarrassment). Learn it. Know it. Live it.
Have you seen these spots that have been airing on late-night TV these past couple weeks? Yeah, that's Tommy Chong, and yeah, he'll be at Mary Jane's House of Glass in Vancouver, WA, on Monday, the Fourth of July—signing "all sorts of crap." Sigh. That's some commercial. I wonder how many takes it took to shoot.
Oddly enough, this video was uploaded to YouTube in June 2010, which means they've either been planning this a year in advance, or Chong has done this before, or the commercial's amazing post-production swirly-smoky effects took a year to put together. Sigh. (Actually, there seems to be evidence on the internet of Chong appearing at Mary Jane's on July 1 of last year, so perhaps this is an annual tradition).
Sigh. Look, man, I love Tommy Chong. But this video bummed me out, man. It really harshed my mellow. NOT TO WORRY: We can erase the taint of this atrocity as soon as next week, because the movie that made Cheech & Chong a household name—Up in Smoke, which I still think is still totally hilarious and great—is playing next week at the Laurelhurst, from July 8 through July 14. See you there. Cough.
Ever since Bob Marley passed away from cancer 30 years ago, his family has tastefully maintained his legacy without soiling his reputation and... oh, who am I kidding? Every Marley in the pool! We're making some money off this shit!
Marley's Mellow Mood, the new line of 100% natural relaxation beverages created with the family of Bob Marley, announces its sponsorship of Stephen Marley's Revelation Part 1: The Root of Life Tour. The North American leg of Stephen Marley's summer tour, which kicks off in Ventura, California, on June 8, will hit more than 30 venues in June and July, reaching thousands of fans in the US and Canada who are sure to be relaxed and "feeling alright," with their Marley's Mellow Mood in hand and Stephen coming through the speakers.
Marley's Mellow Mood is designed to reduce stress and relieve tension, while calming the soul and easing the mind. A portion of all sales benefits 1Love.org, the Marley family nonprofit initiative, which works to continue promoting the legacy of their father by supporting charities that empower youth, protect the planet and promote peace."Marley's Mellow Mood helps carry forward Bob Marley's legacy and belief that calm breeds peace, respect and love," said Paul Fuegner, chief marketing officer, ViVa Beverages LLC.
Well, if the chief marketing officer of ViVa Beverages LLC says so, I'm in. Marley's Mellow Mood sent me a shipment of their product—plus it came in this gigantic family-sized stash box—but how would the drink compare to the other deceased rock star beverages that we just randomly made up (Brian Jones Soda, Squirt Cobain, John Lennonade, Jimi Hendrinx)? Since our last taste test went so well, looks like it's time to stop working and to start downing some "premium relaxation drinks."
Unless, of course, you WANT to be caught murdering a goat dressed in women's underwear. From the Charleston (West Virginia) Gazette:

The more I see of David Gordon Green's Your Highness—new red-band trailer below, BTW—the more I want to see it. And get stoned. And possibly play D&D. But most get really, really stoned.

Every little bit would help the county as it braces for tens of millions in budget cuts coming down from the state and federal governments this spring. And county officials would probably tie a portion of the revenue to public health programs—an easy But good luck getting that message through to lawmakers beholden to the "no tax" types as they close a $3.5 billion deficit, or to the political might and money of institutions like Philip Morris.
A few interesting tidbits, however, didn't make the story. One was just how little the current cigarette tax earns Multnomah County: just about $700,000 a year. Most of the money goes to the Oregon Health Plan and the state's bleeding general fund, with cities and counties left to fight over a combined $15.9 million. County officials don't want to take money from the Health Plan, so that's why they're asking for a local tax that would only augment what we're already getting.

The other was a sense of how Oregon's taxes on cigarettes (and spirits, beer, wine, and gasoline) compare nationally. According to this matrix of 2010 data, we're in the middle, but on the low end. Interestingly, Washington state, since that chart was compiled, hiked its tax by a dollar, to north of $3. That means the Multnomah County tax would have to be almost twice what Oregon already levies before smokers would even consider wasting their gas on a trip over the Columbia for a better deal.
I'm sick of Charlie Sheen too. But Bret Easton Ellis has a nice essay on The Daily Beast examining the deeper cultural phenomenoms at work behind the popular acceptance of Sheen's grossness. Ellis divides celebrity culture into "Empire" and "Post-Empire," which is to say, there are celebs who respect the walls of tact and secrecy that protected the Hollwood of the past, and those who realize that things are changing. TMZ and Twitter have exposed celebrites as the hot messes they are and it is to be embraced. Ellis loves the media circus that is Charlie Sheen.
We’re not used to these kinds of interviews. It’s coming off almost as performance art and we’ve never seen anything like it—because he’s not apologizing for anything. It’s an irresistible spectacle, but it’s also telling because we are watching someone profoundly bored and contemptuous of the media engaging with the media and using the media to admit things about themselves and their desires that seem “shocking” because of society’s old-ass Empire guidelines. No one has ever seen a celebrity more nakedly revealing—even in Sheen’s evasions there’s a truthful playfulness that makes Tiger’s mea culpa press conference look like something manufactured by Nicholas Sparks.
It sucks that Charlie Sheen proves the pivotal example for a major shift in our culture, but I agree with Ellis, for the most part. Also extra points for bringing up his appearance in Ferris Bueller's Day Off.
Check out the ad that popped up on our sister-site, The Stranger's Line Out:

I'm still not sure what the Mercury voter cheat sheet editorial squad was smoking last fall when they warned against Measure 74. What I am sure of, however, is that some free weed would be fucking awesome.
UPDATE 12:15 PM: Charlie Sheen just did a rambling, two-part live, unedited 40 minute interview in his backyard with TMZ. Watch the insanity here. ALSO: Charlie Sheen's publicist quits, so Charlie Sheen fires him. Back to the original post...
As briefly mentioned in GMN, Charlie Sheen went on a media rampage this weekend, promising to grant interviews to ABC first, then screwing them over to talk to NBC. So what? So that means we get TWICE as many nutbag Charlie Sheen quotes! Here are the best of the bunch!
Though he claimed he has been swamped with offers for movies, Sheen said: “I am a man of my word, so I will finish the TV show. I’ll even do season 10, but at this point, [because of] psychological distress, oh, my God, it’s 3 mil an episode.” [Previously it was 2 million per—Hump]
He also again took aim at Alcoholics Anonymous, calling it a failed system developed by a “broken-down fool that was a plagiarist.” He claimed he has conquered his own drug and alcohol problems by the sheer force of his will: “I closed my eyes and made it so.”
“It was written for normal people, people that aren’t special. People that don’t have tiger blood, you know, Adonis DNA.”
“I’m tired of pretending like I’m not special,” Sheen continued. “I’m tired of pretending like I’m not bitching, a total fricking rock star from Mars, and people can’t figure me out; they can’t process me. I don’t expect them to. You can’t process me with a normal brain.”
WOW!! WOW!! WOW!! And trust me, things get even better after the jump!! Here's a taste: "I am on a drug. It's called Charlie Sheen."
As I'm sure you've forgotten, the Academy Awards are this Sunday starting at 5:30 pm. As I'm also sure you've forgotten, there's a little column I write called I Love Television™ that in the current issue spotlights the Oscars and a game for getting completely wasted while watching it. It's called…
Here's a selection:
Whenever anyone at the Oscar party claims that baby movies such as Toy Story 3 deserve anything other than adult scorn, hit them in the face with a soaking, gravy-filled diaper and yell, "HERE'S YOUR DIAPER, DIAPER BABY!" Then insert two syringes of heroin.
For further rules and regulations, see this week's I Love Television™. And just in case you need it, here's the number for summoning the CHIERS van.
Below is a brief clip of some dude throwing a pansy-fit in the dry cleaners over HIS TWO PAIRS OF FUCKING CLAIBORNE while the dry cleaner rolls tape, presumably to either furnish the police with evidence of his killer, or to warn as many other dry cleaners as possible. Granted I'm extracting a lot from these few seconds of this guy's life, but he seems like a douche to me. He's got to be in a horrible band. Or maybe he's a singer songwriter? God I really hope he's a singer songwriter/surfer. (Anyone recognize him? Anyone?) This gets funnier every time I watch it. ALOHA.
UPDATE! The plot thickens:
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