GREEN AND HITLER SHARE A DAY

Temecula, CA – (Note – this column was written in advance – Ed) G‘day, Sports Fans, and Happy 420! Welcome to the most magical day of the year for adults. It is a day of mixed reviews like life itself, befitting the Garden of Good & Evil. For many people, especially those in the Gulf States, today is a day of remembrance. It is the day of Deepwater Horizon. From that event and Obama’s direction of it, we learned that our government is owned by the corporations. For other people it is the birthday of Adolph Hitler, the reality of Martin Luther’s anti-Semitism. His girlfriend had a black lab named Negus. For me, it’s the happiest day of all!

For me, April 20^th, or “420” is the international stoner holiday. It is more worldwide and underground than the MTV global network. Weed is international and the symbol for scoring a joint is as common as the one for scoring some pussy. Today is the day that stoners, potheads, recreational users, hippies, and medical patients take as their Christmas. As such, the day is a magical day but goes by unnoticed by the mainstream world. It’s as if a portion of the populace all go to Disneyland, their private ‘disneylands’ as it were.

As Burning Man is a once a year event, so the gathering of the Murrieta Roosters is also. Once a year a small group of people I only see once a year, and this is a small town, gather to have a genuine 420/pot party. We’re not talking the gang getting together for some beer and reefer either. We’re talking a ‘bring a white elephant gift’ and a food dish. We’re talking party games with prizes, and we’re talking a really stony good time. Last year there was a pot leaf shaped piñata to smash hanging out in the back yard. Good times.

Being a magical day means I have nothing in advance except a plan. I’m hitting the ground running as I have to try and get from location A to location D in a constrained amount of time. After getting to the party location, the day becomes a blur and at some point in time I will reappear back at my place, cross-faded to the max. all this will take place as most of the world goes about just another Wednesday, with a wink or two from those who look square but aren’t really, wink, wink.

Meanwhile the party goes by with some political discussion but less of it each year as far as ‘them’ ever ‘legalizing it’. The day is spent more like being in the company of old war vets. It’s a party, not a rally and that’s a good thing. When the spark to fight is gone, it’s good just to enjoy the moment, especially now it seems. Destined to remain a ‘black market’ denizen, Mary Jane Green is a downtown girl in an uptown society. So here’s looking at you, Kid. Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em, it’s 4:20 on 4-20. Happy Birthday Mary Jane, puff, puff and pass!