I'm not going to tell you how to spend your time, but this is great background music for obnoxious domestic chores. The narrator has a sexy Canadian accent, Joe Rogan is funny and articulate (and actually weirdly sexy), Dr. Lester Grinspoon is an effing legend, and if you never knew about the industry of privatized prisons, prepare to be disgusted. Pharmaceuticals, politics, paper, and pretense are all interconnected to defy the laws of what's reasonable. Further, industrial hemp is an economical and environmental panacea much like the medicinal flower of the plant can mitigate many physical ailments when the appropriate preparation of the herb is administered. And holy ganjamole, you have got to appreciate the McGuyveresque ingenuity of a the train-car growers. Ten interconnected train cars all lined up like the girls in Madeline, a diesel tanker to power the generators, and a mountaintop underground grow op of epic proportions. Politics, pot smoke, and prohibition. Not to mention a stigma on a substance that will never kill you. Eh, and don't even talk to me about Watermelon Girl. She beat me to the kitchen. Tommy Chong makes an appearance, which warms my cockles because of my personal favorite slang term for the precious jewel in the eye of the stalk. Greg, the MS patient at the end, will break your heart. It's hard to sit through his segment the first time.
The film explores the illegal growth, sale and trafficking of marijuana. Its theatrical run was limited to film festivals. The film follows host Adam Scorgie as he examines the underground market, interviewing growers, police officers, criminologists, economists, doctors, politicians and pop culture icons, revealing how the industry can function despite being a criminal enterprise. The history of marijuana and the reasons for its present prohibition are discussed, often comparing it to the prohibition of alcohol in the United States in the 1930s, suggesting that gang drug warfare and other negative aspects associated with marijuana are a result of prohibition, not the drug itself. The gangs that grow and traffic the drugs are likened to those that appeared in major U.S. cities during the Prohibition, with the intention of profiting from the sale of illegal alcohol.
I don't care if you're a cancer/hospice/aids patient, a recreational user of chong, a closet stoner, or one of those people who thinks you get all paranoid from it [I guarantee you, you're taking it wrong, you're smoking some horrible shit that was commercially grown that you bought on the street and is probably covered in toxic pesticides, or it interferes with all those prescription drugs and booze that you're taking and makes you dopey mcdumbags.] But if you're an insomniac, a jittery skitter bug, a borderline personality bi-polar trainwreck, or a benzo enthusiast, you'll pop a pretty silly pilly to make whatever it is all go away, doctor's orders. Bah. Doubt you ever mention the couple of drinks you couple that with to take the edge off.
I'm no pioneer on the subject, but I do have a different voice, a different perspective, and a lot of personal experience with both cannabis and pharmaceuticals to cure that which may or may not ail you. But if you're buying your secretly consumed marijuana on the street and paying the equivalent of hundreds of dollars per ounce (no matter how much you consume), you're a moron. In some states, one ounce of street-procured marijuana is worth more than gold (whuuuuut the fuuuuuck?). In 14 states, you can get it for practically free (or buy it in some states) and legally, support your local economy (as opposed to criminals) in the process, and quit hiding your right to informed consent. How?
We're just getting started.
The Union is the class syllabus, the impetus, the call to all my past resignations and the springboard for sharing what I know about an ancient plant and how you can benefit from its legalization whether you choose to consume it or not. Watch it. I promise it won't make you dumber.