In local news: Berkeley To Force Marijuana Dispensaries To Provide Free Weed For Low-Income Patients

  • MikeW

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    Jul 06, 2014 4:18 PM GMT
    Berkeley To Force Marijuana Dispensaries To Provide Free Weed For Low-Income Patients…

    BERKELEY (CBS SF) — The city of Berkeley will require medical marijuana dispensaries to give away two percent of the amount of cannabis they sell each year free to low-income patients.

    The City Council voted unanimously at Tuesday’s meeting to amend the city’s medical pot rules, which would also allow for a fourth dispensary in Berkeley.

    “Basically, the city council wants to make sure that low-income, homeless, indigent folks have access to their medical marijuana, their medicine,” said Berkeley City Councilmember Darryl Moore.
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    Jul 06, 2014 4:31 PM GMT
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  • tj85016

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    Jul 06, 2014 4:49 PM GMT
    lemme know when they start handing out free Quaaludes, I'll be right over
  • MikeW

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    Jul 06, 2014 5:06 PM GMT
    I meant to put this in the News section but forgot to select the forum from the drop-down thingy. Oh well. Doesn't really matter.

    Berkeley (aka "The People's Republic of Berkeley") truly is one of the weirdest places in the US. Of course that's why I like it here. In comparison with everyone else, I'm totally "ordinary". Anyone interested in Berkeley should watch the documentary, "Berkeley in the 60s" (part 1 down below).

    It's not like it used to be and yet it is. Back in the day, the center of political activity was the UC Berkeley campus. Students were the driving force. That hasn't been the case for decades although occasionally the students do get up in arms about something or other. But the students come and go, a constantly regenerating crop of temporary residents driving up rents for the rest of us. Those of us who live here and remember the 'good old days' have become increasingly scarce. But, still, it is a very mixed bag: Students and faculty from all over the world, residents who tend to be highly educated and with diverse political (and strongly held other) opinions, low income people and a rather apparent 'street' population that ranges from young transients to old timers who've been on the street for as long as I've been here.

    It's a microcosm of something but what exactly isn't clear. Books have been written about it. Telegraph Ave. runs from the Berkeley campus to down town Oakland and is ground-zero for a lot of the radical activities of the 60s and early 70s. But Berkeley "Subversives" had been on the FBIs radar long before that. When I got here in 1973 I felt like I was in a sort of "portal." The One World Family Commune had a restaurant on The Ave., and were one of many "out there" communes, cults, new religions, and transplanted traditional religions from the East that had taken root. For a time I lived in a commune on Berkeley's north side that hosted the "Teaton Tea" parties. These all night events that often became orgies of some sort or other, however, weren't exactly my cup of tea. I was much more interested in "The Human Potential Movement" and spent my Julys at 30-day long, clothing optional, workshops further down the coast. Now that's something I wish I could write a book about. People today have *no idea* what it is like to willingly cut yourself off from the world for 30 days and hole up with the craziest bunch of fruits and nuts imaginable. But, hey, it made life interesting!

    I have no point. Just killing time as usual. W/E.



  • tj85016

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    Jul 06, 2014 5:20 PM GMT
    man, free perfect weed

    doesn't anyone remember the sublime pleasure of cleaning a newly acquired bag of weed on a record album cover anymore?
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    Jul 06, 2014 5:24 PM GMT
    ^ or knocking it over and seeing the results of your hard labor disappear into the shag rug? icon_evil.gif
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    Jul 06, 2014 5:28 PM GMT
    ^^

    hahahahahaha
  • MikeW

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    Jul 06, 2014 5:33 PM GMT
    tj85016 saidman, free perfect weed

    doesn't anyone remember the sublime pleasure of cleaning a newly acquired bag of weed on a record album cover anymore?

    Unless you grow your own there just isn't any need. My dispensary is four blocks away (on Telegraph Ave., of course). There are two burly bouncers always outside the door. You flash your picture ID card and they let you in. It's a small dispensary compared to some (which DELIVER to your door!), and is often crowded. There's a back room with a counter one usually has to wait to get to, maned by three sales people, the glass enclosed counter laden with flowers, edibles and "concentrates" (such as bubble hash and hash oil). It's all sold packaged up ready for consumption.

    But, yeah, I remember the stick-weed, seeds (total no no) and the tedious labor of separating the bud from the shake. For sure it has a nostalgic charm but nothing like what is available today. I've been in a few local grow rooms. Awesome environments.

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    Jul 06, 2014 5:38 PM GMT
    Oh, honey...those plants would get raped. icon_biggrin.gif
  • MikeW

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    Jul 06, 2014 5:57 PM GMT
    Seriously, though, the Berkeley in the 60s documentary is worth watching. Lots of interesting components to it as the story spans the decade. Most have heard Mario Savio's speech:



    Immortalized in Linkin' Park's "Wretches and Kings:"



    The documentary gives the full context of that speech (episode 4, I think). By episode 5 you see how the rather conservative radical population becomes cross bred with the "counter culture" movement… psychedelia… and the freak-ass acid-tests that were the origin of the whole rave scene much later on.

    But there's also the origin of the Black Panthers (Oakland) and much else besides.

    It's unfortunate, really, that it ends with the debacle of People's Park (which still exists, BTW, about 3 blocks away) because a bunch of stuff happened after that including the Weather Underground which openly declared war on the US government and, a few years later, the SLA's kidnapping of Patricia Hearst. She lived just a block away. Quite a colorful history, all in all.





    BTW, I'm quite convinced that BOTH the WU and SLA were run operations. I have no proof of that but I'm as certain of it as I can get.
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    Jul 06, 2014 6:10 PM GMT
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    Jul 06, 2014 6:19 PM GMT
    MikeW said

    ... and, a few years later, the SLA's kidnapping of Patricia Hearst. She lived just a block away. Quite a colorful history, all in all.





    BTW, I'm quite convinced that BOTH the WU and SLA were run operations. I have no proof of that but I'm as certain of it as I can get.


    That was such a fiasco. This young woman was kidnapped and then almost burned to death by the US government and THEN they had the nerve to put her in jail. And her family had/has some major big bucks...#unfuckingbelievable.
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    Jul 06, 2014 6:22 PM GMT
    MikeW saidfree-love-in-modern-society-L-HKiTeu.jpe
    Hmmm...now that two of these three are covered, let's work on that free gas.
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    Jul 06, 2014 6:43 PM GMT
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  • WrestlerBoy

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    Jul 06, 2014 6:45 PM GMT
    GREAT stuff! Please just keep posting the comments and images!
  • MikeW

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    Jul 07, 2014 2:23 AM GMT
    WrestlerBoy saidGREAT stuff! Please just keep posting the comments and images!

    Just 4 U WB:

    Buzzerkley: "The biggest assortment of cooks and nuts you ever did see."


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    An "illegal" anti-war protest on campus, 1968
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    James Rector shot and killed during confrontation, 1969.
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    On orders from Governor Ronald Reagan:
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    "The photograph shows a National Guard helicopter as it flies by the Campanile on the University of California, Berkeley campus spraying tear gas on demonstrators in Sproul Plaza. Several thousand people appeared on campus for a memorial honoring James Rector, the student who had been killed in the initial riot. The National Guard had been ordered by Governor Ronald Reagan to break up the campus gathering sparked by controversy over People’s Park."
  • WrestlerBoy

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    Jul 07, 2014 2:27 AM GMT
    When was the last time we saw college students come out and cause this sort of great murder over something they believed in?
  • MikeW

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    Jul 07, 2014 2:53 AM GMT
    Oh, but it was all weirder than that. Here Bill Miller, one time owner of Berkeley's first head shop, "The Store," runs for city council.

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    Hell, radical Jerry Rubin had run for mayor in 1967:

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    By the by, that's the same intersection, Telegraph at Dwight, where all the guardsmen are looking up in the post above.

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    In 1970, Stew Albert, member of the Red Mountain Tribe collective, ran for Sheriff of Alameda County.

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    From wicky:
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    Red Mountain Tribe commune

    Staff lived in a Berkeley Tribe commune on Ashby Avenue, including most production and editorial staff. The commune hosted numerous fellow travelers, bands, fugitives, film directors, and actresses including MC5, Jean-Luc Godard, Jane Fonda, Timothy Leary, Ram Dass, Paul Kantner from the Jefferson Airplane, Pun Plamondon, White Panther Party co-founder with John Sinclair, and Hunter S. Thompson. The commune was a leased two-story residence above College Avenue, with a secluded backyard where the cover photo of the Tribe's well-known "Call to Arms" issue was staged. The commune served as a way station for leftist political fugitives and the base of operations for International Liberation School, a self-defense weapons training center that had a gun range in the Berkeley Hills.



    ETA: LoL

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    Jul 07, 2014 2:59 AM GMT
    MikeW saidBerkeley To Force Marijuana Dispensaries To Provide Free Weed For Low-Income Patients…


    geez wait till FOX gets hold of that :p

    First they get their free weed and then they use their food stamps to buy steak!
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    Jul 07, 2014 3:03 AM GMT
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    MikeW saidBerkeley To Force Marijuana Dispensaries To Provide Free Weed For Low-Income Patients…


    geez wait till FOX gets hold of that :p

    First they get their free weed and then they use their food stamps to buy steak!

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  • MikeW

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    Jul 07, 2014 3:30 AM GMT
    Julia Vinograd (aka "The Bubble Lady") was for many yeas a Berkeley Icon. She walked up and down Telegraph Avenue near campus, limping with a brace due to polio, wearing her velvets and beads, waving a bubble wand and offering her books of street poetry for sale. I occasionally bought one.

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    Julia is a poet:

    A POEM IS A STREET HUSTLER

    A poem is a street hustler
    living on its looks,
    smart enough to play dumb,
    tough enough to look easy
    and not hiding its meanings
    any more than it has to
    to keep from getting busted
    for indecent exposure.
    Despised and irresistible
    in carefully torn jeans
    a poem leans against the doorway
    not quite looking at you
    and saying nothing just yet.
    Only the tip of its tongue curls,
    as if forgotten in the side of its mouth.
    It's young,
    it's got a fake I.D.
    and it ran away from home
    and it doesn't care what happens
    as long as everything does.
    Culture makes people yawn.
    Beauty drives them crazy.
    As long as a poem is beautiful
    it doesn't need anything else
    and knows it.
    It laughs dismissingly
    at everything that isn't perfect.
    It's a little unkind.
    Culture comes later when the game gets it
    and it needs a pimp and a publisher,
    and drugs and distribution
    and reassurance and reviews
    and it isn't so young any more.
    Then the English Teachers get it
    and it isn't even a poem any more.
    Just homework and a social disease.
    A poem is a street hustler
    leaning against a doorway
    not quite looking at you.
    And you can't look away.

    FOR THE TOURISTS IN THE 60s

    I remember how the tourists saw us.
    They were wistful middle aged men
    who were about to meet a barefoot girl
    in an orange mini-skirt
    who'd give them a flower
    and take them to her pad
    and after one toke on a joint
    they'd be drugged and helpless
    and make love non-stop on a mattress on the floor
    and in the morning they'd wake up a communist.
    You could tell they were worried about it
    and even more worried
    that for some reason it hadn't happened yet.
    They believed in us
    more than they believed in the stockmarket.
    Even when they heard scary rumors
    they went right on trusting.
    I remember when I was hitchhiking
    this couple slowed down, looked me over,
    and then to be sure,
    asked me cautiously, "Are you a psychopath?"
    Of course, I'd tell them if I were. Of course.
    And the newspapers wrote furious articles
    about how naïve and gullible we were.
    I remember the tourists,
    clutching their cameras like teddybears,
    clicking their loneliness at us,
    getting everything wrong and waiting for magic.
    Sometimes I remember our magic
    just by thinking of their puzzled faces.

    GINSBERG

    No blame. Anyone who wrote Howl and Kaddish
    earned the right to make any possible mistake
    for the rest of his life.
    I just wish I hadn't made this mistake with him.
    It was during the Vietnam war
    and he was giving a great protest reading
    in Washington Square Park
    and nobody wanted to leave.
    So Ginsberg got the idea, "I'm going to shout
    'the war is over' as loud as I can," he said
    "and all of you run over the city
    in different directions
    yelling the war is over, shout it in offices,
    shops, everywhere and when enough people
    believe the war is over
    why, not even the politicians
    will be able to keep it going."
    I thought it was a great idea at the time,
    a truly poetic idea.
    So when Ginsberg yelled I ran down the street
    and leaned in the doorway
    of the sort of respectable down on its luck cafeteria
    where librarians and minor clerks have lunch
    and I yelled "the war is over".
    And a little old lady looked up
    from her cottage cheese and fruit salad.
    She was so ordinary she would have been invisible
    except for the terrible light
    filling her face as she whispered
    "My son. My son is coming home."
    I got myself out of there and was sick in some bushes.
    That was the first time I believed there was a war.

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    Jul 07, 2014 3:45 AM GMT
    A poem is a street hustler
    leaning against a doorway
    not quite looking at you.
    And you can't look away.

    Wow.
    Wish I had been alive back then.