David Juaire and his wife Christina Stewart were recently charged with
criminal possession of marijuana in the third degree. They were growing
it in their basement. Have you ever wondered why this sort of thing
happens? Here is a quote:
"Most marijuana smokers are Negroes,
Hispanics, jazz musicians, and entertainers. Their satanic music is
driven by marijuana, and marijuana smoking by white women makes them
want to seek sexual relations with Negroes, entertainers, and others. It
is a drug that causes insanity, criminality, and death — the most
violence-causing drug in the history of mankind."
-Harry Anslinger.
That
quote must be true because a politician said it and laws were created
because of what he said. There is a saying, "If you are a hammer,
everything looks like a nail." Good old Harry served on the Bureau of
Prohibition. Since Prohibition caused more crime than it deterred and
the government lost a lot of money in tax revenue, prohibition was
lifted. Anslinger was appointed as the first commissioner of the U.S.
Treasury Department's Federal Bureau of Narcotics. What the Treasury
Department has to do with drugs, I don't . . . oh, alcohol and tobacco
are big business and therefore taxable. Marijuana can be home grown and
thus, is not taxable.
The war on drugs began when Anslinger
wanted to make a name for himself and like many politicians, he made up
"facts" about marijuana which were later debunked in the La Guardia
Report. During the Prohibition, poor people who couldn't buy what
Capone and other mobsters were selling, turned to marijuana. They could
easily grow it themselves. After the Prohibition was lifted, marijuana
smokers continued to use it because it was cheap, non addictive and
didn't cause hangovers or intoxication. Since marijuana use was cutting
into alcohol and tobacco profits, Congress made it illegal. Anslinger
simply made up lies about marijuana to get congress and the sheep of
society to follow along with his plan. Many of those lies and false
beliefs exist today.
Now that Colorado has legalized marijuana,
have their death rates from automobile accidents climbed? And crime,
rape, murder and burglary, have those skyrocketed as Anslinger would
have predicted?
According to the National Highway and Traffic
Safety Administration Statistics the alcohol-related deaths in the US
in 2007 were 15,387. Here are the Annual Causes of Death in the United
States in the year 2010:
Tobacco : 435,000
Alcohol : 85,000
Prescription Drugs : 32,000
Suicide: 30,622
Sexual Fetishes : 20,000
All illegal drug use (excluding marijuana) : 17,000
Aspirin : 7,600
Lack of Health Insurance 44,789
Poisoning 41,592
Firearm Injuries 31,347
Homicide 16,799
Human Immunodeficiency Virus (HIV) 9,406
Viral hepatitis 7,694
Marijuana : 0
http://drugwarfacts.org/cms/?q=node/30
As
I look over that list, I can't help but wonder how many of those deaths
could have been prevented had the victim been able to use marijuana for
the treatment of whatever was ailing them. While answering a suicide
hotline, many of my callers are suffering from prescription drug
addictions and the withdrawal is unbearable to them.
Facts:
Over 31% of the US population aged 12 and older are estimated to have used marijuana.
Many
people die from alcohol use. Nobody dies from marijuana use. The U.S.
Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) does not even have a
category for deaths caused by the use of marijuana since it is so
insignificant.
People die from alcohol and drug overdoses. There has never been a fatal marijuana overdose.
The health-related costs associated with alcohol use far exceed those for marijuana use.
Alcohol
use damages the brain. Marijuana use does not. Despite the myths we've
heard throughout our lives about marijuana killing brain cells, it turns
out that a growing number of studies seem to indicate that marijuana
actually has neuroprotective properties. This means that it works to
protect brain cells from harm - after around the age of 21, after the
brain has fully formed.
According to the La Guardia Report which was commissioned to answer the claims of Anslinger:
Alcohol use is linked to cancer. Marijuana use is not.
Alcohol is addictive. Marijuana is not.
Alcohol use increases the risk of injury to the consumer. Marijuana use does not.
Alcohol use contributes to aggressive and violent behavior. Marijuana use does not.
Alcohol use is a major factor in violent crimes. Marijuana use is not.
Alcohol use contributes to the likelihood of domestic abuse and sexual assault. Marijuana use does not.
It
is a shame that the Draconian Congressional laws behind this benign
drug have put so many people in prison and jail. Marijuana arrests have
rendered people unemployable because of their "criminal" records. It
has sentenced so many children of these convicted "criminals" as
collateral damage and has sucked dry our social services programs
because these "criminals" can't sustain themselves nor their families.
Incarceration of these non-violent offenders costs the tax payers about
$30,000 per year per offender.
Congress, in one fell swoop, can
legalize marijuana across the country, release all the non-violent pot
smoking offenders from prisons and jails, expunge their records and
allow people to use medical marijuana for addictions, mental health
issues and pain relief.
Sure, this will cut into the tax revenue
yielding from alcohol, tobacco and prescription drugs, but not that
much. The users of those products are addicted and will always be
around to squander their pay checks in service to their addictions. The
one thing that can save them from their addictions is, well, marijuana.
As people use tobacco less, consume less alcohol and the misuse
of prescription drugs diminishes, the less fatalities we will have.
Less people will be going to hospitals and draining our healthcare
programs, less people will be suffering from the side effects of
prescription pain medication, less people will be in prison. In
essence, there will be a lot less people in the position of being a
burden to society.
The solution is so simple and staring us
right in the face. Congress needs only to listen to facts and
statistics, not the lobbyists and their cherry pickers. Every day I
read in the paper that someone is getting arrested for possession. Why
are they being arrested? Because it is against the law? Why is it
illegal in the first place? Oh, because of Harry:
"How many
murders, suicides, robberies, criminal assaults, holdups, burglaries and
deeds of maniacal insanity it causes each year, especially among the
young, can only be conjectured...No one knows, when he places a
marijuana cigarette to his lips, whether he will become a joyous
reveller in a musical heaven, a mad insensate, a calm philosopher, or a
murderer... "
-Harry Anslinger.
Musician Malcolm Kogut has been tickling the ivories since he was 14 and won the NPM DMMD Musician of the Year award in 99. He has CDs along with many published books. Malcolm played in the pit for many Broadway touring shows. When away from the keyboard, he loves exploring the nooks, crannies and arresting beauty of the Adirondack Mountains, battling gravity on the ski slopes and roller coasters.
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Monday, September 23, 2013
Internet Organ Radio Stations
For those of you who are interested in listening to organ music from
your computers, cell phones or tablets, here are a few suggestions.
Do you love theater organ? Try the Theater Organ Radio Station. Scroll down to the blue SHOUTcast button toward the bottom of the screen and enjoy.
http://www.atos.org/atos-theatre-organ-radio
For "classical" organ music, try the OrganLive site. Click on the NOW PLAYING button on the top of their page and then select one of the player options. You may already have one of them installed on your system. I use WinAmp. I also suggest right-clicking and opening the player in a new window so you can keep the NOW PLAYING window open. That way you can refresh the screen to see and research what's currently playing. Notice that you can research the organ, the organist and in many cases you can see or purchase the CD and even the sheet music of the piece that is currently being played. This is one of my favorite sites. They also take requests and you can read user comments about some of the works.
http://www.organlive.com/nowplaying
For everything else, try tunein. You can also get tunein as an app for your phone or tablet.
http://tunein.com/
-Malcolm Kogut
Do you love theater organ? Try the Theater Organ Radio Station. Scroll down to the blue SHOUTcast button toward the bottom of the screen and enjoy.
http://www.atos.org/atos-theatre-organ-radio
For "classical" organ music, try the OrganLive site. Click on the NOW PLAYING button on the top of their page and then select one of the player options. You may already have one of them installed on your system. I use WinAmp. I also suggest right-clicking and opening the player in a new window so you can keep the NOW PLAYING window open. That way you can refresh the screen to see and research what's currently playing. Notice that you can research the organ, the organist and in many cases you can see or purchase the CD and even the sheet music of the piece that is currently being played. This is one of my favorite sites. They also take requests and you can read user comments about some of the works.
http://www.organlive.com/nowplaying
For everything else, try tunein. You can also get tunein as an app for your phone or tablet.
http://tunein.com/
-Malcolm Kogut
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Why Do They All Take The Night Boat To Albany?
Over the past century the Hudson river has seen plenty of action. Steamboats carried millions of people between Albany and New York, and their popularity held for decades even after rail travel began. The reason? The boats weren’t the only thing making time on the Hudson River.
In the early 20th century, couples could evade their disapproving elders — or their disapproving spouses by hopping the night boat to Albany. The night steamboats that journeyed between Albany and New York City had a reputation, and it wasn’t for the scenic views-they were notorious for clandestine romances.
As this 1918 song asks, “Why Do They All Take the Night Boat to Albany?”
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Be Surprised!
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
What did the Pink Panther say when he stepped on an ant?
For years I have seen hundreds of those industrious and ubiquitous
little black ants creeping about my asphalt driveway, on my deck, on the
roof of my back porch and often snaking their way along a garden hose
when I was remiss to dispatch it to its coiled resting place after
watering the garden.
I never found ants in the house so I didn't think I had a problem. That is until I replaced a window and discovered that the sill was sinuously networked with tunnels and holes, once a home to a colony of carpenters.
So I began to monitor the travels of these six legged beasts only to discover that they indeed were making a home within my house. Since they were not paying rent, it was time to evict these pests. I found them to be very wise and cognizant of my presence. When they saw me coming they would slip between the cracks of the decking and wait in hiding until they thought I was gone. By sitting still, I could play out a transparent charade of pretending I was taking no notice with elaborate nonchalance into favorable positions for a quick drop of the heel.
Stepping on them one by one was not going to cut is so I next assailed them with an assortment of poisons which seemed to work well for a few days. At least on the workers who came in immediate contact with the spray I bequeathed. I also tried barrier powders and they worked well except that the colony simply found another location several feet away to gain an alternate access. These methods were merely “tummy tucks” and "Lidocaine" injections." They masked the symptom but didn't solve the problem.
I finally discovered a nifty product at my local grown-up toy store - Home Depot. It is called Terro. It is a sweet liquid bait designed to attract and beguile the ants to feast upon it, then they would delightfully transport the poison back into the colony's nest where they would share their bounty with the other workers and most importantly, with the queen. In moribund reconciliation, it was important to resist the urge to squash them on sight in order to follow through with my plan of permanent eradication. Bwahahahaha . . .
Within a few days I was ant free. At least, my first battery of Terro was sufficiently seminal to have a huge impact on their population. About a week or two later I noticed a smaller, weaker, somewhat dessicated looking batch of carpenter ants wandering around in one of the areas I had poisoned. I surmised that these little buggers were from the eggs which had since hatched and this crop of young didn't have any adult ants to feed or care for them. So I ingratiatingly complied to appease their hunger. Within a few days, I was once again ant free.
About three weeks later I was sitting on my back deck and I noticed an ant carrying an egg heading straight for my house. There were actually several of them processing in single file while maintaining a seemingly safe distance between themselves. They discovered that there was a vacancy in my home and were preparing to move in. Having none of that, I followed their trail through my yard, careful to step on and squash every ant I strafed. The trail led me straight to a rotting tree in the woods not far from my property line.
I laid out a "Terrotian" feast for them and then raked and washed the yard where their trail once was in an attempt to eradicate whatever scent they laid out as a road map to my house. I've been free of them ever since.
Terro is a wonderful product which works very well. You just have to remain vigilante and keep an eye out for future waves of wood munching scouts in search of human shelter. Thanks Senoret Chemical Company and Woodstream Corporation.
I never found ants in the house so I didn't think I had a problem. That is until I replaced a window and discovered that the sill was sinuously networked with tunnels and holes, once a home to a colony of carpenters.
So I began to monitor the travels of these six legged beasts only to discover that they indeed were making a home within my house. Since they were not paying rent, it was time to evict these pests. I found them to be very wise and cognizant of my presence. When they saw me coming they would slip between the cracks of the decking and wait in hiding until they thought I was gone. By sitting still, I could play out a transparent charade of pretending I was taking no notice with elaborate nonchalance into favorable positions for a quick drop of the heel.
Stepping on them one by one was not going to cut is so I next assailed them with an assortment of poisons which seemed to work well for a few days. At least on the workers who came in immediate contact with the spray I bequeathed. I also tried barrier powders and they worked well except that the colony simply found another location several feet away to gain an alternate access. These methods were merely “tummy tucks” and "Lidocaine" injections." They masked the symptom but didn't solve the problem.
I finally discovered a nifty product at my local grown-up toy store - Home Depot. It is called Terro. It is a sweet liquid bait designed to attract and beguile the ants to feast upon it, then they would delightfully transport the poison back into the colony's nest where they would share their bounty with the other workers and most importantly, with the queen. In moribund reconciliation, it was important to resist the urge to squash them on sight in order to follow through with my plan of permanent eradication. Bwahahahaha . . .
Within a few days I was ant free. At least, my first battery of Terro was sufficiently seminal to have a huge impact on their population. About a week or two later I noticed a smaller, weaker, somewhat dessicated looking batch of carpenter ants wandering around in one of the areas I had poisoned. I surmised that these little buggers were from the eggs which had since hatched and this crop of young didn't have any adult ants to feed or care for them. So I ingratiatingly complied to appease their hunger. Within a few days, I was once again ant free.
About three weeks later I was sitting on my back deck and I noticed an ant carrying an egg heading straight for my house. There were actually several of them processing in single file while maintaining a seemingly safe distance between themselves. They discovered that there was a vacancy in my home and were preparing to move in. Having none of that, I followed their trail through my yard, careful to step on and squash every ant I strafed. The trail led me straight to a rotting tree in the woods not far from my property line.
I laid out a "Terrotian" feast for them and then raked and washed the yard where their trail once was in an attempt to eradicate whatever scent they laid out as a road map to my house. I've been free of them ever since.
Terro is a wonderful product which works very well. You just have to remain vigilante and keep an eye out for future waves of wood munching scouts in search of human shelter. Thanks Senoret Chemical Company and Woodstream Corporation.
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Oscar Peterson with Jackie Davis
These copies come from an old VCR recording I have from the early 80's. My apologies for the poor recording and the clicks. There are four recordings in all.
oscar peterson and jackie davis 1 of 4
http://youtu.be/hmfMXP_JKsg
oscar peterson and jackie davis 2 of 4
http://youtu.be/NdfyXsRZAao
oscar peterson and jackie davis 3 of 4
http://youtu.be/TuTXWX3bJJk
oscar peterson and jackie davis 4 of 4
http://youtu.be/CI0_iNYYv9o
oscar peterson and jackie davis 1 of 4
http://youtu.be/hmfMXP_JKsg
oscar peterson and jackie davis 2 of 4
http://youtu.be/NdfyXsRZAao
oscar peterson and jackie davis 3 of 4
http://youtu.be/TuTXWX3bJJk
oscar peterson and jackie davis 4 of 4
http://youtu.be/CI0_iNYYv9o
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Fair Fair fares at a fair Fair affair
I tutor GED for a community service organization and many of my "kids"
are convicted felons. I was under the impression that everyone was
mandated to obtain their GED while in prison if they already did not
have one nor their diploma but, I am obviously wrong.
One of my charges was able to obtain a job with the state working at the State Fair in Syracuse. I applaud the state for giving this guy a second chance and a job, especially since he has no apparent education. Actually, this guy, with about 16 arrests for drugs and burglary, is a math wiz. His skill with numbers is amazing. The problem is, everything he knows is in the metric system because that is the system drug dealers use on the street. The examples of Sally using inches and ounces make no sense to him and he has little use for the Imperial system in his line of work.
So he asked me if I would like any comp passes to the fair and I said that I would. He asked me how many I wanted and I said that I just needed two. He pulled out a wad of tickets about half an inch thick. I didn't ask but I surmised that he purloined this tidy treasure of tickets and while I still applaud the state, this just proves the old adage that sometimes no good deed goes unpunished.
To make amends for my possibly ill-gotten admission passes, I decided that I would purchase something superfluous valued at twenty dollars from some random vendor at the fair. I did and I will share that treasure with you later.
There were many pleasant surprises to the NYS Fair. First, parking was free. During the drive in, there were no peripheral businesses shutting down for the day in order to make a lucrative profit from their parking lots much like you would find at other fairs such as The Big E. Parking was plentiful, the attendants were efficient and the lots appeared to be tiered on a hill. We took the first lot we came to and it was on what appeared to be the third tier. Much to my surprise, they had shuttle buses running every few minutes to ferry the visitors directly to the front entrance. The people packing strollers had the option to take a pedestrian walkway high above the freeways of the city.
On my bus, a couple with three kids decided to haul their stroller and a cooler onto the shuttle where they had difficulty navigating the turn. While holding up our bus, the driver told them to take the stroller back outside and to the side door where it was a straight line into the bus. Dad backed out with the stroller only to find that the back of the bus was packed. The driver said that another shuttle was coming right up behind him. That left mom alone with the three kids who were bursting with alacrity at the prospect of going to the fair.
At one point one of the children drifted down the aisle a bit and this made mom livid as she openly yelled and threatened the child that she would withhold ice cream, cotton candy and rides. I felt bad for the kid since he suffered from the ailment of childhood exuberance and I thought that he would probably have been content taking the sky-walk and, it wasn't his fault that his lazy mom and dad decided to attempt taking a bulky stroller and cooler onto a crowded bus.
That is another thing, you may bring your own food onto the fair grounds. Good for the state. This makes it so that people with limited lucre don't have to be at the mercy of the price gouging vendors within the park. However, even that wasn't necessarily so at this state fair.
You can often expect to pay three to four dollars for a bottle of water at most fairs. Not at the NYS Fair. One vendor was charging $1 and another was asking $1 for two bottles. Soda: $1. Fried dough: $3. You'd pay five or six dollars for that at other fairs. A chicken or fish dinner was only $6.95 where at other fairs you would pay at least ten bucks. Soda not included.
My date and I went to one of the cafeteria eateries where we each had a sausage and pepper sandwich, fries and re-fillable soda. The total was $15. That would have cost us about $30 at a fair such as the Big E and other smaller county fairs where gouging the customer is de rigueur.
There was also a wine tasting tent which sported about fifteen tasting stations where you could try samples from little two ounce cups (I don't know what that is in metrics) to your heart's content. There was another tent offering free and delicious wine slushies. These sample stations were advertising NY wine makers and both tents were packed.
Although they were checking ID's and there were many peripatetic security personnel , this did not deter many teens from drinking at the fair. Several times I saw kids between tents or around the corners of buildings with a bottle in their hand. On our shuttle ride back to the car, we suffered the unfortunate malady to be riding with a knot of drunken teenagers and two of the girls were so loud they overpowered the din of the rest of the bus. Where were their parents?
What was really sad about our day, never have I seen such rude people before (other than in a church parking lot). While getting on the shuttle to go back to our car, there was a stampede of people as the doors to the buses opened up. Just in front of us several teens came up the side of the bus and one of them stepped in front of the crowd with his back to us and held up his arms in a cruciform stance. This blocked the crowd and allowed his friends to slip in ahead of everyone else queued in line. A woman in front of me ducked under his arm and with her elbow she clocked him in the ribs and then said something of a copulative nature. The boy doubled over as the crowd quickly overtook him.
The seats on the bus were contoured so each bench could seat two people. An Asian woman was alone and she sat on the mini hump in the middle of the seat thus, taking up two spaces. The bus had standing room only and several people were making snide remarks about this woman taking up two spaces. She completely ignored them. A woman behind me muttered from the ancient art of the invective, the "Ch" word, the concision of insult to an Asian.
As I was standing, I rotated my body around so that I could see her and I noticed that she was wearing a crucifix around her neck. The crucifix, a symbol of passion, compassion, forgiveness, mercy, new life and sacrifice was obviously lost on her. It was merely jewelry or bling. As the old joke goes, had Jesus been guilty of a felony today, she would have been sporting either a gold plated hypodermic needle or an electric chair around her neck.
When we got off the bus, as the horde of people dissipated, one of the drunken teens took it upon himself to whip it out and void right there in the open. His female companion just stood there and waited. This didn't bother me for as a hiker, this happens all the time on the trails and summits. When you gotta go you gotta go. Now, had a child witnessed this henious act this boy could have been arrested and ended up on the sex offender registry where he would be unemployable, probably driven out of his home by an angry mob and would not be able to hand out candy on Halloween. Ironically, anyone who reads the paper knows that most sex crimes are not committed by strangers but by uncles, grand fathers, step dads, cousins and baby sitters. Sandusky for instance was not a stranger to his victims but a trusted coach, friend and mentor who passed all his background checks and had parents willing to hand their children over to him for overnight stays.
Regarding the urinating in public, this guy could have been more discreet although my date got a good laugh out of it. I can't help but wonder, what is the difference between this act and using a mens room? The fair bathroom was simply a row of exposed urinals. There was a line of men in there and at one of the porcelain receptacles was an eightish year old boy who leaned forward then cocked his head left and right to inspect the troupes. Do the police know about this place?
Another moment of rudeness was when we were descending a flight of stairs. There was an elderly man moving slowly in front of me holding onto the banister with his right hand. A young woman coming up the stairs was ascending on the wrong side and upon encountering the old man, hugged the wall forcing the elderly man to detach his grip and enter the center fray which was biliously moving in both directions.
At that evening's Lynyrd Skynyrd concert, the crowd was massive. It spilled out of the concert area into the pedestrian walkway. Those people held their ground and refused to move as hundreds of people attempted to filter through them in an effort to get from point A to point B. Many in the crowd thought the pedestrians were rude.
All in all, the fair was well done, a lot of fun, a great bargain and much better than I made it out to sound. It is just more fun to whine and complain about something. I highly recommend the state fair over all other fairs.
About my superfluous purchase item, it is a sound activated, lighted tee shirt. It will come in handy for my next Halloween Organ Recital and the Rye Bread Music Festival next summer. It responds very well to bass and has several gradations of lighting. Here in this video which I filmed downstairs in my basement I could dance with an elan one can only do when no one else is looking. Okay, you are but, the lights are off and you can't really see me. You'll have to come to Rye Bread and get me drunk in order to see the real thing. Lucky for me I don't drink . . . temperance movement - Puritan that I am . . .
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