In this one page report, we talk syncope, free pot, and pot Robin Hoods.
Free pot. Starting next summer, Berkeley, CA, residents who earn less than $32,000 per year (or $46,000 per family) and have a prescription for medical marijuana will be able to get it for free from one of the dispensaries operating within the city. Under a law passed unanimously by the city council, dispensaries must set aside 2 percent of their pot for distribution to the poor. supporters say that marijuana is recognized as a legal medicine in the state of California (although not federally). And as medicine, people who need it shouldn’t be kept away from it due to lack of funds.
“There are some truly compassionate cases that need to have medical marijuana,” Berkeley Mayor Tom Bates told The New York Times. “But it’s expensive. You hear stories about people dying from cancer who don’t have the money.”
“Basically, the city council wants to make sure that low-income, homeless, indigent folks have access to their medical marijuana, their medicine,” Berkeley City Council member Darryl Moore told CBS San Francisco.
The word syncope is the medical term for a fainting spell. A fainting spell can occur for a variety of reasons, even after smoking pot. We know there are different types of flower now-a-daze so here’s the skinny. Say you get extreme dry-mouth from toking your friend’s latest bomb weed. This can mean that dehydration has occurred affecting not just moisture but also your electrolytes, like Magnesium.
Today thanks to food additives, many people suffer from low blood sugar. If you add all these things together, super pot, dehydration, low blood sugar, and something like a low heartbeat rate, again from the super bomb, you have a perfect storm for syncope, or a syncopal episode. The start of such an episode can be felt in advance so a sitting or laying position is best.
Better still is drinking some Gator Aid (no HFCS like Power Aid) after the super bomb.
In the outback fringes of So Cali, in places where the city councils aren’t as forward thinking [or Jesus-like], an atmosphere exists that some have likened to as ‘the wild west’ in terms of cannabis regulation. In reality these areas are more like merry ole England in the days of Robin Hood.
Day after day delivery services deliver to your door fresh meds in the form of product self-regulated by people who care because they themselves partake and imbibe. The down-low service has thus far kept the state’s hand out of till, allowing a healthy free market to flower. The state has become a Titan, devouring all to maintain its over-bloated, ever-growing existence whose sole purpose is self-satisfaction. The delivery drivers are the new Robin Hoods for the poor in the Weed Wars against the ‘rich’ state.