Alcohol Hinders New Hampshire’s Legalization Movement

NH liquor wants in on the New Hampshire Legalization movement.  The prosperity of such actions has led to a deterrent of cannabis reform for the state.

“The first section of the bill, says it all. The bill is very simple in that it doesn’t address legalization. That can happen anywhere else and probably has (heh) nowhere this committee. What this committee does do, is regulate liquor enforcement.” says John Hunt (R) of New Hampshire.

“At the end of the day, in any state that has gone anywhere near the marijuana issue, the task of it and regulating of it or sales of it, or who’s in charge of it, is the liquor industry. It needs to be clear that if we were to ever legalize marijuana in the state, that the NH liquor commission would have exclusive rights to the retail of marijuana and that the liquor commission can create rules and regulations on the distribution of marijuana and how it will be sold.”

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This is John Hunt.

According to bill HB 377:

 If the sale of marijuana for recreational use is not otherwise prohibited by the laws of this state, it shall be the duty of the commission to buy and have in its possession marijuana for sale in the manner provided in this title.  The commission shall be the exclusive retail seller of marijuana, except as provided in RSA 126-X.

It makes sense (unfortunately) that NH Liquor wants their hand in the “pot”. With Colorado’s cannabis now a billion dollar industry, the potential for more money has caught they eye of New Hampshire’s (far less lucrative) $646.9 million dollar alcohol industry.

The bill proposed would hinder the ability of New Hampshire residents to sell their own product. Instead of having many New Hampshirites growing, cultivating, selling and creating a new industry, it will be in the hands of an industry with no experience in cannabis.

On the other end of the spectrum, New Hampshire ranks as one of the highest consumers of alcohol in the country (be proud of that if you want).  With our consumption, cause creates worry about how regulations will safely handle the impact cannabis. Those issues are a real.

The idea should not be to restrict alcohol companies from the cannabis cause, but allow others to join. The possibility of having a free market for cannabis in New Hampshire not only gives people the right to partake in the industry but also provides an opportunity to improve upon standards in contrast to an industry with no known knowledge of the market.

Alcohol has the professionalism that New Hampshire is looking for with cannabis, but to own and monopolize the market is a misdirection for what many believe could open new doors of opportunity and revenue in the state.

 

 

Dead River pt.1

He sat on the couch, legs crossed, arms stretched out, with his head hanging almost behind him. A cigarette delicately held between his teeth. His eyes were open and vacant. The thousand yard stare that made me think that he was seeing something through the ceiling. Looking into space or perhaps inside himself. Or maybe he was gazing at the fine spackling. Every dot or smudge, a star or galaxy. I didn’t know.

“I’ll feel this eventually” – He muttered to me. The cigarette still between his teeth.

He took a drag, pulling the nicotine stained smoke into him, and exhaled with a heavy breath. The smoke filled the room for a short while only to be rushed out of a nearby open window.

You could tell he was already feeling it. His form, relaxed. A cynical smile ran across his mouth from almost ear to ear.

“Hey, man. Put a record on.”

I walked over to the player, grabbed an album at random and threw it on. The black circle spinning,- gliding effortlessly around like a carousel. I sat and watched it for a minute. Staring at it as blankly as he had the ceiling. I could feel it hit me too. I gently moved the needle over and placed it on the album like a physicist splitting an atom. Careful and delicate, not to leave one scratch or fuck it up. I couldn’t let that happen. Nobody else in the room had the ability to.

The music started to play. His head lifted slowly from the trance he had just been pulled out of. His eyes focussed back to reality as his motions livened up.

“Yeah, man this album is fuckin’ solid.”

I was getting tired of his antics. Pretending to be a hip child of the 70’s that nobody understood, but everyone just assumed it was a phase for him. A style. A statement. Something to separate himself from “the norm”. He was him.  Who had the guts to tell him he wasn’t, you know? You snap your fingers poetically to a guy like this.

The character that he was. The old soul entrapped in a technological age. Where organic ends and chemicals start. Here he was, in my living room, tripping his face off.

“You should chill out, man,” I said as I rolled a joint. I could definitely tell it was hitting us. The air got lighter. There was a hint of vibrancy that came from what I was feeling, but I couldn’t point it out at the time. Nothing was comprehensible.

I finished rolling the joint and by that time the drugs took hold. My perception of distance had withered away and as I stared down, my arms appeared to be miles away. As I looked past the gaps in my fingers, my eyes focussed to the floor. With the background now coming into focus, it felt like I was looking down from an airplane. I knew I wasn’t. I still maintained the basic cognitive intuitions to understand that it was all in my head. The inner fool. The laughing idiot inside me creating a sense of mental dissonance.

“Dude, what are you saying?” he asked.

I must’ve been talking out loud.

“The inner fool? Th’fuck are you talking about?”

Maybe I was losing the basics too.

“Nothing…” I said. I needed to be careful. By this point, I wasn’t really under any sort of control. I could still walk, talk, and perceive what was around me, but the universe was melting out of every orifice of my face. A rush of colors running slowly out of my ear.  The kind of feeling that you would get if you went swimming, to find out, upon going to sleep, you still had water trapped in your skull only for it to release as soon as that side of your head hit the pillow. The warm drip.

“Christ, man! Look at you!”, the man on the couch exclaimed.

He gripped his cigarette between his teeth and walked over to me.  He kneeled down in front of my face. My mind racing to grasp whatever branch of reality was closest. I focussed on the record player. The sounds pushing their way out of the black speaker. I could see the waves reverberate the surrounding air. Almost as if there was a gas leak in the house.

“You’re in for a long trip”, he said.

I leaned back in the chair, put my hands over my face and slowly moved them back through my hair. I began to laugh uncontrollably.

The record stopped.

“I think it’s you who needs to chill out. Let’s go outside.”

Outside was beautiful. Upon leaving the house, the air was still and warm. The sun’s rays were blocked by the house. We stumbled down the stairs and onto the grass.

I could feel each blade of grass growing underneath my feet. Stretching upward towards the light. I took a few bumbling steps then dropped to my knees. The rest of my body followed that motion to the ground. Flat on my stomach I closed my eyes and used my entire being to roll over.

My eyes remained closed.

The funny thing about acid is that you’re always following yourself. You can’t force your brain one way or another. I tried reflecting on a few things, but that wasn’t the direction my mind was going. Like walking a dog. You’re always trying to catch up.

I opened my eyes. The wooded area to my right was bustling with activity. Birds chirping, small animals rustling around in the leaves. A miniature city. Its residents screaming at each other.

“Yo, check out the barn.” he called over to me.

My eyes slowly panned upwards. At the top of the old red barn were three large birds.

“Turkey vultures,” I said.

“Turkey vultures? You have them here?”

Three large birds huddled together waiting for their next meal. They probably thought I was it. Laying in the grass like a dead animal completely removed from any mental control.

“They’re going to eat us”, I called out to him.

There was a long pause.

“That’s a fucked up thing to say, dude” he called back.

I could hear his footsteps through the grass. He was walking over to me. I closed my eyes.

His shadow blocked out the light. He was standing over me. I felt a small tap on my forehead. He dropped a cigarette for me.

As I could hear him flick his lighter, I opened my eyes, grabbed the cigarette and sat up crosslegged.

“Where are we going?” I asked, lighting up. The hit was harsh.

It wasn’t a cigarette. It was another joint. I coughed.

“We’re heading to Dead River.”

Digital = The Best Choice For Advertising Cannabis.

Cannabis still remains a schedule 1 narcotic. That in itself makes things difficult for entrepreneurs looking to reach out to new clients and establish themselves in a potential and effective industry.

Though many have become succesful in states like Colorado, Oregon, California, and Washington, the ability to reach out to others is limited by the legalities of most states. Like ciggarettes, cannabis businesses aren’t allowed to promote themselves through television. The main focus for many is print, but print is expensive.

Word of mouth was the original advertisers for those looking to relax, but now cannabis has focussed itself in an established, billion dollar industry that seeks to continue its growth to other states.

According to Marijuana Business Magazine:

“About 80% of what you can do in the advertising world is locked off from the cannabis world,” Darran Bruce, the owner and founder of Independent Alternative Media in Seattle, said.

Denver-based Iris, for example, only gets about 50% of its revenue from the cannabis industry, while Seattle’s Independent Alternative Media only gets about 25% of its business from marijuana.

“It’s constantly growing,” said Bruce, adding that his company’s revenues from the cannabis industry have been steadily increasing.

So where can they turn to obtain financial growth?

The answer is digital. Digital has the monitorization that television and print simply don’t have. Social media, for a significantly low cost can bring the reach you need. It provides the metrics that allow you to see how many people your ad is reaching as well as give’s companies insights as to better evaluate who they are reaching out to.

Now, there are some barriers to using social media to advertise your canna-business. Facebook’s strict guidelines provide very limited advertising space even for medicinal uses. But for hemp-based products such as clothing, paper, and various other utilities that come from the hemp plant, the options are slightly more relaxed.

Other than Facebook, social media sites such as Instagram, Snapchat, Tumblr, and Pinterest have no real censorship in regards to the advertising of cannabis products. The key here is that, with digital, there will always be a successful re-routing of information. If you dam a river, water will always move around it.

Why Portsmouth Is The Best Place To Open Cannabis Shop.

Portsmouth, New Hampshire is a small town located just across the border from Maine.

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It’s community, views, and respect for artisans, make it the most productive and respectable city In New Hampshire. To say it bluntly, it’s progressive.

New Hampshire has an issue with cannabis. The issue isn’t a result of the users, but a result of the law that still has the potential to ruin the lives of many who reside here. The punishment that affects people the most is the ability to arrest and jail residents for up to 1 year or face a fine of up to $2,000 dollars. New Hampshire is the only state in New England that hasn’t lessened the burden of this law.

For legalization, we should look to Maine for an appropriate reaction to legalization. In the city of South Portland, a bill was passed to give adults the ability to carry on them up to 2.5 ounces of cannabis without facing the harsh penalties that New Hampshire still burdens its citizens with.

That is where Portsmouth comes in. Portsmouth, with its small community and more relaxed view on cannabis, has become a hubspot for many young adults looking to reap the benefits of a weekend nightlife without the issues stemming from places like downtown Manchester, Nashua, or Concord. With its attractions, its cobblestone sidewalks, and effectively progressive ideologies, Portsmouth seems like the most effective area to show the state that cannabis users are more coherent and respectable with the freedom to obtain, smoke, or ingest cannabis.

Now, the state has passed a bill giving residents the ability to obtain medical cannabis, but the laundry list is small, and even though we now have people utilizing these benefits for self-medication, the state hasn’t taken kindly to those who qualify and have obtained the right to access it.

With 62% of New Hampshire residents in support of legalizing cannabis and 73% in favor of decriminalization, it appears that the vast majority of citizens in this state are not in favor of keeping these laws in place.

The House of Representatives has also voiced themselves as pro-pot by having most bills pass the house, but get stopped at the desk of Hassan and Ayotte. If there was any consolation as to where New Hampshire can start increasing its progressive “free minded” values, it would be in the City of Portsmouth.

 

New Hampshires Political Rants = Susan DeLemus

So Susan DeLemus is now trending after a Facebook comment stating that The Pope was indeed the Anti-Christ.

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I had to visit her Facebook page in order to get this screen shot, which unfortunately added another page view for her. 

A New Hampshire GOP rep for Donald Trump, the only real headlines she’s made other than her current outburst was on CNN.

If you’ve watched this video, I’m sorry, but it will help you realize that some of our reps are insane. Now, I get that politicians lie. You and me? We know this, we’ve always known this. But, unlike you and me, we don’t like to project ourselves as crazy on national television.

I want to let the rest of the country know that most of us who live here aren’t like this. We handle issues like normal, everyday people. If someone like her came up and talked to me, I would just shake my head and agree until she was gone.

Unfortunately, the only time New Hampshire gets noticed is around election time or when our shitty state reps like to blurt out stupid shit.

Why Valentines Day isn’t For Lovers.

Its that time of the year again. For couples, it means romantic gestures, going to dinner, and buying cards that someone else wrote that have significant meaning. Who knows, maybe there’s some sex in there too, but I wont delve that deep into it.

For everyone else, its their time to poke fun in a small testament against it. If they had someone special, they probably wouldn’t be on the internet making those jokes. They’d be too busy actually doing romantic things. Some wish they had someone, some don’t feel like playing into a commercial holiday, I get it. It makes sense.

At 10 a.m. this morning, my social media feeds consisting of mostly older people and relatives sharing what their S.O.’s got for them. Flowers, cards, etc. Some of these people have kids and thats why they’re together, some are on their third child with their fourth Fiance.

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Love is love, I suppose.

As I kept scrolling, I found that majority of people my age were the ones who were actively voicing themselves.

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Hands everywhere are now sharing this.

Now, lets look at another side of the coin. People my age are also known as the “Hook-up Generation”. That, in itself, is bullshit. The people who complain about it also have 5 cats named after the characters in Glee. Which is why they sit in their house and write blogs about love.

***Disclaimer: Im not a cat lady. Im a 26 year old man feeding off buzz words in order for this blog to make me money***

All jokes aside, there is a sad reality to this holiday. There will always be that person who posts pictures of their pets as their “special someone”. You can almost hear them screaming on the inside. Some are going to cry themselves to sleep tonight, another lonely, uneventful Valentines Day. Who knows, though, maybe its them. Maybe their just ugly, or have a shitty personality, I can’t be the one to judge. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go out and try to meet someone.

The NH Gas Tax Plan = Sucking Ass

Hey Bill Ohm,

You’re plan sucks ass. If you feel like taxing people that get better gas mileage for their automobile, then go fuck yourself. I don’t know where you got this idea or how you think this helps us, but you’re wrong.

Continually taxing people for how many miles they drive if their cars gets better gas mileage is invasive and will not stand with New Hampshire residents.

The idea, even on paper, sounds like shit. I get it, you want to make money to help pay for roads and repair, but there are thousands of other options.

One of the best ways that can help generate money for the state would be to legalize marijuana and tax it. Apparently this state is in shambles  and if thats the proposed method of generating income, then you guys at the house have a fuck-load of explaining to do.

With marijuana legalized, you will be putting that money towards helping this state, building a better infrastructure and not hurting people.

You’re hurting us.

YOU. ARE. HURTING. US.

You are backing us into a really shitty corner and exploiting us from trying to save money and live a more affordable life.

We are going to die if cannot live free.