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Example 1:
A Fucktard, Who has probably never been to a PA forest in his life, who lives
for stomping on the hopes of desperate parents, and probably has cum on his
Bible more times than on his wife
So…
You
couldn’t just let the kids have some peace.
You had
to be difficult over a monetary reward of a VISIBLE $22,000 from GW
Pharmaceuticals.
You control the Board that SB3 has been assigned to in the
House, and you don’t have to put it up for dick-diddly squat. Because you’re
the Chair. You hold the chips. And, you’ve been adamantly stubborn about
cannabis in every way, and will continue to be so, because you’re paid to do
so. You, sir, are a shill.
There is nothing about you that I could appeal to for sympathy for this cause
and there is no reprieve in this honest, yet brutal account of who you really
are, made public, for all of PA to see.
There
are not going to be paragraphs in this piece that tip-toe towards civil
persuasion. If the evidence and testimony and research thus far have not yet
convinced you that cannabis legitimately has a medicinal property to it, then
you are obviously beset against cannabis ever being legal, regardless of
how good and applicable it may be.
There
aren’t words that carry the broken-hearted heat of hate that we, the people in
need of medical cannabis feel towards you. You carry the Federal rhetoric on
your shoulder as though it were a golden cross that weighs a feather – because
it is. You have no trouble. You have no want. All you have is everything, but
you can’t afford others anything. Matt Baker is the same infection of human
personality as Nixon, only as concentrated in ignorance and arrogance as our
shatter is compared to the trim available in Nixon’s day. Matt Baker embodies
all of the worst that Tea Partiers feel about Obama while also entirely pissing
off liberals for everything he does.
If an
appropriate fate could befall Matt Baker, he would be plagued with cancer and
cancerous legions, suffer like a leper, and be refused the cure that 88% of all
population around him has embraced.
That
would not happen with us, though.
The
cannabis community is strong. The cannabis community is compassionate. The
cannabis community values life before money, and children before the interests
of one SPOILED, OLD, JERK. The cannabis community has banded together. They
serve each other, even when the government won’t permit it. They share each
other’s’ hardship and they have a common vision. That vision may not have hit
critical mass yet, but it will soon.
It will
soon, and I will revel on the day when I can drive up to your house, Matt
Baker, stand in the very public road out front of your house with 100’s of my
friends and closest, and smoke joints, bongs, bowls, rigs, blunts while others
are eating canna-cookies, cannabis extracts and cannabis oils and others still
are working with hemp, making products, BEING USEFUL. Something you abhorrently
refuse to acknowledge that cannabis users can do. BEING USEFUL.
I’m
telling you. Not asking. Not pleading. Not arguing or debating. I’m TELLING
you, Matt Baker. When you kill this bill, you kill children. You kill veterans.
You kill a piece of Pennsylvania, and we will not forgive you. This is not a
matter that you should stand in the way of; you’ve seen States topple like
dominoes towards legalization of medical and recreational and you know that
you’re practically standing “on the corner of the Amtrak line”, if you’d take a
current reference, (but you represent no-where’s-ville, PA, so you’re probably
TOTALLY removed of all happenings in the REST of the State).
Again.
I am not writing this to appeal to your “good” side, Matt. I don’t know you, I
don’t want to know you, and I believe that your mere presence around me is
quite off-putting. I’m writing this because I see right through your smug,
asinine grins. I know that you can’t wait to make your place in history as
Pennsylvania’s next Harry J. Anslinger. Because of that, I am simply writing
this open letter to you, to say one thing:
Fuck you.
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