Capital of Nasty Electronic Magazine Volume V, Issue 15, AD MM Thursday, December 28, 2000 ISSN 1482-0471 ------------------------------------------- "You should write a book, "Networking for People Who Have No Business Knowing Anything About It In The First Place", then you can start a series, like the Dummies or Complete Idiots guides, except it'l be the series for People Who Have No Business Knowing Anything About It In The First Place" -- marXidad ------------------------------------------- When a female coworker looks at you, narrows her eyes, and says, "Eat shit," it doesn't mean, "I am trying to conceal the deep, relentless longing I have for you, but which I am afraid to acknowledge - even to myself. It just means, "Eat shit." http://www.mcarp.net/eat/essay_eat.html ------------------------------------------- 1. Editorial 2. Rants from the waiting room 3. CoN Goes to the Movies 4. Noodles 5. The war on drugs ------------------------------------------- This week's Golden Testicle award: http://www.fetusx.com/ http://www.divine-interventions.com/buddha.html What I really wanted from Santa ------------------------------------------- 1. Editorial Welcome to the last issue of CoN prior the end of this millennia and the start of the next (I am already envisioning the flood of e-mails that will be arriving shortly after I send this issue proving me wrong). We're about to mark Volume VI, and we wouldn't be here without the help of our readership that seems to have fallen in a state of paralysis. I'd like to thank all of those that haven't subscribed but simply set up a filter in their mail program to redirect all CoN to trash. Yes, a lot of people have been complaining about our webpage. It will be up, soon, I promise. I know I've been promising for oh, a year now, but really. Our awesome master of programming Gard (http://gard.scriba.org) is working on the dynamic code as we speak and our Webmaster Colin is eager to get it up and running, while I sit there and whine like a little girl. Oh and if you're interested, we have IRC servers running. You can find us on channel #scriba (usually never saying a word unless it's like 4 in the morning and we've had one pint too many). There are three servers you can pick from: irc.scriba.org, irc.capnasty.org and egress.capnasty.org. Ellen Kokoris wrote to us: > OK, I give. Unsubscribe me. Easy. If you scroll to the bottom of the issue, you'll see simple and clear instructions on how to do it. You may notice that we did it in such a way so that ignoramus like you don't have to check in the dictionary how to write `unsubscribe', since anyone under the sun should be capable of writing `leave'. At least, I like to think that humanity is that capable. > *The goat cartoon is stupid. See, this gets to me. What did you expect? It's CoN we're talking about. Not Time magazine. Or even National Geographic. Is someone putting a gun to your head and forcing you to read the issues? If so, would that person please stop, since it is apparent here that we're causing much distress to the incredibly high IQ of a reader with our silly drivel. > *Story number 2 is stupid...can you say "Darwin > Awards" or is the author such a dweeb as to have never > heard of them? Or more likely, he stole the idea and > thinks everyone is too stupid to notice which would be > a direct insult to you. (He never credits the D.A.) > I've had to endure hearing the same DA stories > throughout Dec and Jan for several years now, through > email chainletters, radio, and TV. It's not like an > Internet secret. Geez. I'll let the author of the story respond himself. His reply follows. > Besides the fact that youchose to print it. You're right. I should always consider the presence of future Darwin winners reading the issues of CoN and provide quality material their low IQ can allow them to enjoy. How's your lobotomy scar healing? > See Ya- > (and don't print this letter) And I didn't, cuz I respect your requests. Instead I posted my reply. Graham Huber writes a response to Ellen Kokoris: Ah, Ellen, Ellen. We would never print your letter, especially if you asked us not to. However, we are not above mass emailing said letter and a ridiculing response to thousands of CoN subscribers. Sadly I have in fact heard of the Darwin Awards. I've read a few myself. But had I not, it might actually serve as proof that I have better things to do with my time than sit around masturbating to email forwards. Sounds like you need a hobby, Ellen. Ellen is upset because I didn't credit the Darwin Awards for my piece. Uh, for what? Because two kids managed to get themselves killed stupidly and I want to laugh at them? Apparently, the event of 'stupid death' is now and forever a registered trademark and (c) 2000 Darwin Award, Inc. Well, damn, in that case we'd better call up CNN and tell them to stop airing all that Election crap already, since NBC *clearly* got there first. Shit, we should start mailing these cheques out to David Letterman for every Top Ten list of ANYTHING that's been produced in the last, um, decade. You see, Ellen claims she's heard the same fictional DA stories floating around for years. That's peachy. But the thing with the kids really did happen, and only about a month ago. Obviously our friend Ellen, so well versed in the latest email forwards, needs to make a point of reading a newspaper once in a while. Case in point: > I've had to endure hearing the same DA stories > throughout Dec and Jan for several years now Man, you REALLY need to get out more. Might I suggest a ride in a John Deere? ------------------------------------------- 2. Rants from the waiting room. By IMPROV With my recent bout of bronchitis out of the way, I thought I'd share with you some of my feelings I have about the medical profession... more specifically, the General Practitioner or Family Doctor. This is a man (or woman) who has worked hard all their life to get where they are... I can't even imagine what it would be like spending so much time in school... the dedication is incredible...but not so incredible that I will ignore the many, many annoying things that occur while at the doctor's office. Take for instance the appointment time... you're guaranteed that if your appointment is for 1:45pm, there is no way you're going to see anyone until oooooooooh, I dunno Christmas! There is no other profession on this Earth that can so regularly be late. If I make an appointment with my lawyer (if I had a lawyer) for 1:45, he's gonna be there by 1:35... and if he's not, he explains why. Just once I'd like the doctor to say to me as he strolls into that little exam room at like 3:30, "Sorry Bob, you wouldn't believe the traffic in the hallway... this really obese patient of mine fell over and I was stuck behind him for almost an hour!" But to even get into that room is like trying to get into a busy club...the receptionist behind that sliding glass is like a bouncer at Club 54. I even tried to slip her a twenty and she looked at me like I was offering her a nickel... it was like, "Ahh... sorry sir, you'll have to sit over there!" So there I am in the waiting room... looking around at all the other sick people wondering what I am catching just sitting next to them. I won't even get started on the magazine bit... but let me just say this, you're a doctor... get some subscriptions!! Stop depending on old Mrs. Young, who tries to cross out her address from the front page to bring in magazines..." yeah like I'm gonna come to your house lady and beat you senseless because you subscribe to Chatelaine, good idea that crossing out where you live thing!" So 1:45 comes and goes... of course there's the baby crying...the kid pukking... the old person whose hacking so much you're convinced they're gonna kick off right there... and then there's you. Reading about the latest spring fashions for women, even though it's November and you're a guy... then you flip through a great interview with American Presidential Candidate: Bob Dole! Finally you settle on a ratty copy of Green Eggs and Ham... much to the chagrin of the kid who has finally stopped pukking. Every time that window slides over or door opens up you perk your ears up like a dog that just heard the can opener... hoping that it'll be your name the receptionist will mispronounce. Finally at 2:30 you are allowed in...but that's not the end of the waiting... oh no. There's so much more in store. Depending on why you're there... a full check up or you have a... will depend on what happens next. If it's the later then you just go in and sit down. If it's the former, then most often you strip and put on the over sized blue bib. Lucky for me my check up isn't for a little while (look for part two of this portion of the rant after that visit). So now you're in this little room...with nothing to do. Now you don't even have the crappy magazines to look at. Just you, the doctor's chair and a wax paper covered bed. There is that counter with all the shiny things on it, but ever since you were a kid, you were told to not even look there. So there you are... hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... what to do????... what to do????... what to do???? After testing your own eyes three or four times each, which we all do and is totally ridiculous...I don't know about you but when I test them I have perfect vision.... but after that, you start to get antsy... it's now like 3:10 and the only thing you know about your heath for sure is that you've now got whatever that pukking kid has and your eyesight is perfect. Bored out of your skull you give into temptation... you start to look at the shiny things on the counter... not touching, just checking them out, when you notice there are cupboards above the counter... you look to the left, then the right, "one little peak... I mean what the hell I go through all my friends medicine cabinets!" It's a scroungers dream! Boxes of rubber gloves? I could use a few of those. Tongue depressors? There's gotta be something I could use these for. And there's tons of this stuff!! And they say the heath care industry is under funded...tell that to my doctor, he's hoarding! Just as you're pocketing some cotton swabs... the doctor FINALLY walks in!!! Bastard. --- You can send IMPROV get well e-mails to this address. We'll print them and deliver them to him next time we empty his drool bucket. ------------------------------------------- 3. CoN Goes to the Movies with Jeff Wright Howdy do, y'all? I'm just gonna run down a list of movies that I've seen recently that I think you should see. ROSEMARY'S BABY This is labeled as a HORROR/THRILLER in most video stores, but I think it would sit just as well in the COMEDY section ("I didn't want to miss baby night"). It took me a while to get around to watching it, but it was a completely enjoyable, and fantasticaly well made film that everyone should see. A near perfect film if you ask me. I rented 3 other Polanski films tonight. FUDOH: THE NEW GENERATION This is a crazy little fuck of a movie, from Japan. It's about Fudoh, the son of a Japanese crime boss, who as a child, witnesses his brother's beheading. If that's not bad enough, it was his father who did the slicing (with a samurai sword no less). Once the credits roll, Fudoh, is grown up, and in high school. He's now also involved in crime, and has his own gang. His gang consists of gun wielding children, a couple of his female friends from school (one of them is a sailor suit wearing stripper, who shoots a mean blowdart gun with her "you know what"), and eventually a huge motherfucker that you you certainly wouldn't want to mess with. So Fudoh's got his gang, and he's finally got enough power to take on his father, for the revenge of his brother's killing. It's a crazy good time, that isn't perfect, but is super-fun. GIMME SHELTER A great DOCUMENTARY/CONCERT FILM on the concert at the Altamonte Speedway in San Fransico back in the '60s, where 4 people were killed, and many more were injured. The Rolling Stones are the main musical focus of the film, and rock the fuck out! If you're a fan of either The Stones, fine documentary filmmaking, or Hell's Angels, then you should definitely check it out. Criterion, has just released a beautifully remastered DVD of the film, with deleted scenes, commentary, and about an hour of a San Fransico call in radio show on the concert. LOVE AND DEATH A great Woody Allen comedy, set around the time Napoleon was invading everyone. It stars Woody, and Diane Keaton in what I believe was their first film together. Diane Keaton: I guess you could say I'm half saint, half whore. Woody Allen: Lets just hope I get the half that eats. If you like Allen, you should like this. Rent it. BEAUTY AND THE BEAST This is the old, black and white, and French version I'm talking about. There's nothing wrong with the Disney version, but this version is just a beautiful film that everyone should see. I almost wish it weren't in French, because it would be a wonderful film to show little kids as an introduction to cinema. CHARLIE'S ANGELS What can I say? This movie is fun, fun, fun. Lots of really good action, good looking women, and some badass badguys. That's all I need from a movie. It paid off in spades. Before you go, know that it is a no-brainer. Every negative review I've read, complains about how stupid it is. Oh well. There was more than enough eye- candy to make up for it. That's all for this issue. Come back next week, for another bombastic installment!!! --- Jeff currently hates musicians, but can't hate Aimee Mann. I'M WITH STUPID has been in his CD player, for a long, long time now. Why isn't it in yours? ------------------------------------------- 4. Noodles By Leandro Asnaghi-Nicastro There are three things that quickly identify you as a bachelor. First, the immense pile of dirty clothes that quickly piles up in the laundry bin. You could literally practice climbing on it, all in the comfort of your own lavatory. The problem is you don't notice it until one day it collapses and you can't go through the bathroom door anymore. If not that, when you open the drawer where you keep your socks, and there are none. It's almost time for you to get out of your house to go catch the bus, and you're contemplating between going bare-feet or wearing some weird white socks with a strange design that really don't fit with black shoes and black pants at all. Second, it's your sink. Or rather, where your sink used to be. By now there are about six billion dishes stacked carefully, held together with forks, knives, wooden spoons and several pots. The sink is full of this brownish water that sort of resembles a lukewarm chicken soup. And again, you only realise your sink is full, because there are no more plates in the cupboard. Or because all your pots are somewhere... in there. It's also one of those moments where you stop and contemplate that indeed you do have more dishes than you could humanly possibly use. Lastly, the fridge. When you live by yourself, nothing seems to last as long as it did when you lived back at home. I'm not sure how that works exactly, but I think I could easily blame it on the fact that I tend to put things in the fridge that once looked crisp and eatable, and I forget them in there. This of course causes me to arrive home, starving, opening the fridge and sometimes trying to figure out what to make for dinner. I must say, what I find in there is quite astonishing and if I was more scientifically inclined, admirable. I say admirable because I think it's impressive that mold is able to grab on that chunk of what once was cheese and turn that once juicy piece of orange cheddar into something that resembles fur at such low temperatures. Fortunately, I have caught these evolutionary processes in time before they figure out how to get out of the fridge by themselves. There are other things, which have been sitting quietly in containers, and still look good (those that have a transparent cover, that is) but for some reason I wouldn't dare eat them. Mostly because I can't tell what's in them and they have been in there longer than I care to remember. I'm not sure why I don't get rid of them. Maybe it's that part about wasting food. Either way, I should label these containers with crossed bones and a skull, just so my girlfriend doesn't accidentally eat any of them. It's a difficult task to find a decent woman these days, and I don't want to go through the process of finding another one already just because of improperly labelled containers. I think that when I'll move, I'll pack the fridge and ship it to the Centre for Disease Control and see if they can find anything useful in there. So the other night after going through my fridge several times (as if each time I hoped to miraculously spot some edible product in there), I searched the cupboard and found some old packages of Sapporo instant noodle -- real Japanese noodles made in the fine state of California. This is nothing more than a tiny little package, with some dried noodles and a little pack of soup base (I have been trying to figure out what the soup base is made of, but I can't). The scariest part is reading the ingredients. These noodles have stuff I would normally expect to find in your regular household cleaner. On top of that, the noodles have "real simulated shrimp flavour". And I guess I can understand that since the only thing that's Japanese is the packaging written in rather decent Engrish. Which brings me to an interesting point. Anytime I go to the store and shop, I am amazed by the amount of food that's ready-made and requires only 1 to 3 minutes to prepare. TV-Dinners, instant noodles, soups that just require a quick nuke, that is, if you own a microwave. I, for one, don't. But I can see how it has become as essential as toilet paper in this world. Take for example a look at my kitchen. It's not designed with the concept of someone actually cooking in there. And I think this is a North-American problem. We want apartments that come with a beautiful kitchen so we can never make a real meal in it. Anytime I cook something more impressive than a cup of tea, I find myself running in all directions to shut off the fire alarms, and opening windows to reduce the temperature to something below tropical standards. The average human being, after an exciting day at work, fulfilling his 9 to 5 duties, doesn't want to cook. They want to open the fridge, pick something, which resembles the picture on the box, and three minutes later, eat it. I must be the only weird one here since I enjoy cooking and getting a sauna at the same time. But that night I was starving. I ended up cooking the noodles and ate them. And they were the best noodles I had ever had in my entire life. In fact, I ended up eating the other two crumbling packages I found in the cupboard while watching some artsy-fartsy French movie about some kid in Russia or something. It was a French movie. You know the type, that try really hard to be all fancy with fantastic camera angles, showing things at an angle, or filming things for long periods of time between two jars on a shelf. I dunno. I was too happy eating my noodles. Although, I must say, I have been contemplating about getting a microwave. That's because I've had, sitting under my sink, a box of microwave popcorn, since about the day I moved in. I tried making some popcorn using those packages with a regular pot, which ended up setting off all my fire alarms and much time spent scraping all the charcoal bits of kernels stuck at the bottom. After about four packages, four pots that look like they've carried explosives, to this day I find a piece of burnt popcorn somewhere and have yet to eat even a little piece. It's distressing. Now if you'll excuse me, I discovered a can with no expiry date that claims to contain what looks like pre-digested beans and lard. Maybe I'll eat them directly off the pan, with a wooden spoon, while surfing the channels for some good spaghetti western movie. --- Jesus forgives. Mold doesn't. ------------------------------------------- 5. THE WAR ON DRUGS Graham Huber "Do you ever notice in this country that when we have a problem with something, we always have to declare WAR on it? The War on Illiteracy, the War on AIDS, the War on Homelessness, the War on Drugs... We don't actually DO anything about it, but we've declared war on it...." - George Carlin "If cocaine is the Drug of War, than marijuana is the Drug of Peace." -- Unknown Drugs are bad. Anyone growing up since the Sixties has had this message branded across every possible orifice they could think to stick a needle up. Personally, I think my mother had the message tattooed across her uterus lining, just so I'd have a little something to keep me busy for about 9 months. Right, so drugs are bad. Tell me the story again - but wait, lemmie get you another Scotch there first. And if you have to smoke that thing, please do it outside. In the last few years, the War on Drugs has developed two separate camps: the War on Drugs and the War on Marijuana. How marijuana got the dubious honour of getting its very own War declared on it we shall see in a minute. But first, I really have to question the intelligence of a society that would ban a substance having yet prove a single permanent physical effect, yet at the same time, sell bundles of Valium to depressed wives and insecure actresses to binge ` cry for help' suicide attempts, or maybe supply another 40 oz.er of Jack Daniels so Buddy Blue-Collar can go smack his wife around again. Or better yet, a society with a government who thinks its ok to slap a sticker on a product that basically says, "THIS IS A STICK OF CANCER THAT WILL MAKE YOUR TEETH ROT, DEFORM YOUR KIDS, AND MAKE YOUR LUNGS BLEED", and STILL sell it. What happened to the War on Raving Idiocy? The sad thing is, when you bother to verse yourself in the facts before opening your mouth (like THAT has ever happened in American history), you see that the War on Marijuana is really The Piss Poor Excuse To Keep Money In Our Pockets. First, let's look at `hemp', which usually comes from the `cannabis' plant, where `marijuana' also comes from (the word is Mexican slang for the leaves of cannabis you smoke to get high). Hemp has long been known to be the Jack-of-all-trades of the plant world. It can be used as food (hemp seeds are very easy to digest and used for patients with stomach problems), as a high-protein, UV resistant alternative to soy, as a fat-free vegetable oil, as a fiber for clothes more durable than cotton, as an acid-free, non-yellowing paper, as alcohol-based fuel for cars, as an alternative to tree wood, as a new form of plastic and lastly, as medicine. Suffice to say, hemp is useful. So if it's so great, then why doesn't the world revolve around hemp usage? I mentioned raving idiocy before, right? In addition to that very large factor, hemp usage basically got screwed when all the other drugs were made illegal. This started with opium, which Chinese immigrants brought with them to induce a trance-like state, helping them cope with the long shifts of manual labour they were forced to do. White Americans got pissed because these stoned Chinese workers were much better than they were. So they banned opium. Ditto cocaine, only this time it is Black Americans. Cocaine usage among Blacks was blamed for violent crimes, and combined with the US's usual tasty appetite for racist hatred, the drug got banned. Now comes marijuana and the Mexicans (are we seeing a pattern here yet?). Mexican soliders smoked marijauna chronically (see the lyrics to `La Cucaracha', about a solider who won't march till he gets his joint). When the Mexicans started moving to the States and the Depression struck, the Whites bitched again about Mexican labour and marijuana took the fall. Next comes the Great Depression, during which Prohibition is instated. Idiocy strikes again, and because of the increased mob crime during this period, more cops are hired. Of course, once Prohibition ended, you had a lot of unemployed cops around. In an attempt to convince everyone they were still needed, these cops spent their time scaring people about drug use. What this all means is that in 1937, the Marijuana Tax Act was passed, banning the possession of marijuana. You can't grow hemp (the cannabis plant) without growing marijuana too (the leaves). It gets worse. Because hemp was such a great alternative to seemingly everything, it made a lot of enemies in the paper, cloth, and plastic companies. Billions of dollars for these companies depended on hemp not becoming popular, so when the political climate of the 1930's was all about being anti-drug, these companies pushed to get hemp made illegal. Seventy years later, people are still dumb enough to accept a bill passed in a time of racism and greedy corporate interest. The American Way. What bothers me about all this is that today, simply holding a little green leaf gets you four years, yet at the same time, it's perfectly legal for me to raid the liquor cabinet, drink down a fifth of Absolut, which destroys brain cells and my liver simultaneously, while being violently ill and irritable to the point that I beat down the neighbourhood kids, puke all over the sidewalk, then pass out in the middle of the road, waking up three hours with a pounding headache from dehydration and no idea where my pants are. "All others considered, THC is the safest pharmaceutical drug in existence." Let's talk about over the counter drugs like Valium. I can't sleep so I take a pill and sleep... but then the pill's effectiveness wears off and I can't sleep again, so I take more pills... then the effectiveness wears off again and I can't sleep so I take even more pills... finally, I die of overdoes. Who didn't see that coming? Despite the fact that the very USE of these drugs leads you hand-in- hand to overdose doesn't prevent it from being the #2 drug sold in America (a little blue pill is #1, popular with the old folks... you figure that one out). Those against marijuana use claim that `smoking one joint is equal to 10 cigarettes'. False. The only reason the actual smoke is more damaging is because generally users smoke marijuana in self-rolled paper joints without filters or any other kind of health standard. But cigerrettes contain nicotine, tar, arsenic, and thousands of other chemicals which HAVE been proven to cause cancer. Not a single chemical in marijuana has been proven to cause cancer. Also, take in to account your typical user doesn't smoke a carton of joints everyday, unlike the chain-smoking latte junkie artiste that never seems to leave Starbucks. And speaking of lattes, let's talk about coffee now. Caffeine is a legal drug millions of people consume gallons of each month. So you like your heart-rate, blood pressure and reflexes being strung out? Maybe the luxury of having to pee every sixteen minutes? How many of you `just can't get going in the morning' without your coffee? Here's the kicker, kiddies: marijuana has NO lasting physical side- effects. The only effects you experience are those from BREATHING SMOKE, which you wouldn't have to do if a better, safer, healthier alternative were available. But bongs are illegal too. You get an extra fine for being caught toking up while being health conscious. In fact, all of marijuana's "problems" are a direct cause of it being illegal. It's the same stupid effects as Prohibition in the 1930's. People are going to do it whether it is illegal or not, and whether its SAFE or not. Hundreds of people flat out DIED during Prohibition because of a certain type of alcohol poisoning brought on by bacteria in unsterilized keg barrels. This doesn't happen today simply because making it LEGAL means there are laws governing the quality of the substance. Would you like to buy pot from some backalley crackhead drug dealer toked up on acid who's probably laced your stuff with coke, crystal meth, cat urine and god knows what else just to keep you coming back for more? Or would you rather walk into a government sanctioned `MCBO', and pick up an once of cleanly cut, FDA-approved, commercially packaged and sterilized marijuana to take to your party and enjoy using a well-manufactured, safe and healthy alternative to smoking in the same way that thousands of people already do with alcohol? What about your kids? Do you want them sneaking off the schoolyard with some gangsta wannabe to `score some dope, yo'? Or would you rather be able to explain to your kids that marijuana is something that they should respect and use responsibly, like alcohol? How many kids do you know that phone up their parents Saturday night and say, "Mom, I'm not driving home tonight because I'm stoned out of my head." On the other side, how many parents tell their kids, "Now if you are going to be toking up, I want you to take a cab home." Or how about a "Don't Drink and Toke" poster? The awareness is simply NOT there, because the marijuana is illegal and thus must be hidden, and so as a result, kids get killed in car accidents while driving high. Wow, good thing the War on Drugs is saving the lives of our youth. The problem with marijuana is for years it has been labeled `evil' by the anti-drug pressure and pointless War on Drugs mentality. Tell me, do you drink to escape your reality? Do you drink to purposely run over small children in your car and beat your wife? No, you drink for FUN. For recreation. For a good time. There's a reason why there's over 400 drinks you can order at any given bar. Alcohol isn't popular because it tastes good (anyone that tells you they drink straight vodka for the taste is probably the same guy that drinks gas so he can light his pee on fire). Yet we've got a holiday affectionately referred to as May Two Four. The very minor percentage of people that abuse marijuana (which is not even physically addictive) do so for reasons other than the drug itself: family life, emotional problems, depression, etc. `Marijuana leads to harder drug use.' That's crap. Does coffee lead to alcoholism? It's a chicken-or-the-egg problem: does marijuana lead to harder drug use or the tendency to abuse drugs lead to marijuana abuse? Alcohol is popular because it is fun. Ditto marijuana. The vast majority of people that use marijuana are simply having fun... the only difference being marijuana doesn't destroy brain cells, you don't need to do a lot of it to feel the effect, it's a hell of a lot cheaper, it doesn't destroy your liver, it is not physically addictive, it doesn't dehydrate you, you don't puke or get sick, food tastes better than it ever has before, and best of all, there's no hangover. Uh, definitely sounds like something only crackheads would like. So although I'm much too passive to ever become an activist of any sort, I can still find the energy to raise my two favourite fingers in a salute to anyone ignorant enough to buy into the lies and misrepresentations the so-called `War on Marijuana' without reading the facts themselves. --- Graham does not support or condone the use of drugs, nor has he ever experienced the effects of any in the sort, be it alcohol, marijuana, caffeine --- ah, who am I kidding? Aforementioned facts are here: http://www-unix.oit.umass.edu/~verdant/Marijuana_FAQ/Index.html ------------------------------------------- CoN would not be possible without the great help of Scriba Org. CoN: quake is SUCH a great network problem detection tool Capital of Nasty Electronic Magazine "media you can abuse" In memory of Father Ross "Padre" Legere Published every second Monday (or when we get around it) Disclaimer: unintentionally offensive Comments, queries and submissions are welcome http://www.capnasty.org ISSN 1482-0471 A bi-weekly electronic journal. Subscriptions available at no cost electronically. Available on Usenet newsgroups alt.zines and alt.ezines. This mailing is sent exclusively to those poor souls who chose to subscribe to the Capital of Nasty mailing list. Spread the word! If you have friends who would like to receive CoN, ask them to send email to join@capnasty.org. 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