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Friday, March 21, 2025

Blue, Red, or Purple?

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"Government has to be cut back like asparagus... every day... or it gets away and goes to seed. Ours did. When there's too much of it, the flower becomes a weed." -Paul Harvey 


Dear Gentlereaders,
Now that, hopefully, I can't be locked up or even canceled for freely admitting that I smoked my fair share of pot when I was a twenty-something hippie with a job (and a nice apartment with a shower) permit me to share some thoughts on what it's like to live in a solid red state that has legalized smoking weed, Ohio.

{Cool, here we go again...}

Last time, I promise. But first, for the record and so you know where I'm coming from: I "self-identify" as center-right and anti-woke but I have certain notions that are classified as center-left by some people, and certain notions that are called far-right by other people.

Unlike Bill Clinton, I freely admit to inhaling. I'm certain that oral sex is sex and I know what the meaning of is, is. I think that he, the little Mrs, and their kid constitute a white-collar crime syndicate.  


(Hey, kids, if the previous paragraph leaves you baffled, you now know what all those old cranks who maintain that odds are you're getting/got a second-rate education at the hands of unionized school teachers are on about.)

{"We don't need no education."

Search term suggestions: Bill and/or Hillary and/or Chelsea Clinton, Slick Willie, the Clinton Foundation, Jeffrey Epstein.

{We got AI, get lost ya troll!} 

Now, having previously written, more than once in fact, about the ongoing marijuana mess created by the state legislature of the state where I've been temporarily living for the last forty years, what follows is just an update, all you really need to know about what up with weed in my corner of Flyoverland. 

If you're one of my millions of regular readers, you already know I don't like to link to previous columns about the same subject unless absolutely necessary for the sake of battling information overload (I'm cool like that). If you're not a regular reader, this is but one of the many reasons you should be.


In Ohio, a solidly red, thoroughly gerrymandered state from Lake Erie to the Ohio River, it's possible to place a "citizens initiative" on the ballot. That is to say, propose a law that will be put on the books if the voters of Ohio approve it — and if you can get around the powers that be if they don't want it on the ballot, but that's another story. 
      
The good news is that such an initiative was passed on 11/7/23, and smoking a weed that can relatively easily be grown at home, in the privacy of your home, is no longer against the law. 

I've not been a pothead for longer than many some of you have been alive, but I am aware that prohibiting the use of certain substances can cause more harm than good. A Khan Academy article about when America temporarily banned alcohol tells you everything you need to know. "Prohibition led directly to the rise of organized crime."

The bad news is the Ohio State Legislature can tinker with a citizen's initiative as much as they want, and of course, they do. Long story short, both the State Senate and House have recently introduced separate bills to modify things to their liking. The House mostly, with one important exception, wants to leave things alone, the Senate wants to increase the sin tax from 10 to 15%.

The Senate bill reduces the number of weeds you can grow yourself from 12 to 6 so that Granny won't try to beef up her fixed income by becoming a drug dealer so she can buy some eggs. You'd think an allegedly Republican state would encourage competition, but when it comes to weed, alcohol, and gambling they prefer to maintain control of the market.  

I may no longer be a pothead but I do have friends in low places and I'm led to believe it's possible to buy perfectly good weed on the street for less than you pay at authorized pot shops.   

Our five-foot-tall, 78-year-old governor's proposed budget doubles the sin tax to 20%. And yes, Ohio charges sales tax on weed. In fact, when we file our state income taxes, we're asked if we bought anything out of state that we need to pay Ohio sales taxes on.

{Seriously?}

Can't make this sh...tuff up, Dana.

{I wonder if anybody actually does?}

Off the top of my head, I can't remember which bill, perhaps both? forbids buying weed in another state and bringing it home. Think of all the lost sales tax revenue that could be collected when people rat themselves out when they file their state income taxes. 

Both bills definitely want to do away with divvying up sin tax revenues among various social programs, as specified in the original citizen-created and citizen-passed law, and dump the tax money into the general fund so that the esteemed statesmen statespersons of our full-time legislature can spend the money as they see fit.

I'm sure glad I don't live in an over-regulated, over-taxed blue state that's top-heavy with full-time legislators...

{As opposed to?}
 
Texas, the 8th or 9th largest economy on Earth, to which no shortage of blue state (and Ohio) refugees have fled in droves, which has no state income tax and a part-time legislature that gets together for 120 days every other year

{Yeah, but it's hot as Hades for 8 or 9 months out of the year. And isn't smoking weed still against the law?}

Yeah, but it's only a matter of time. The major metros have opted to decriminalize. 

For more details on the Ohio Marijuana mess, here's an article published by the Ohio Capital Journal titled Ohio Republicans <Republican politicians> claim voters didn't know what they were voting on when legalizing weed, that's both informative and accidentally hi-LAR-ious

Which brings us to Colorado. 

{Well, sure, obviously?}


Colorado ain't as blue as Ohio is red, yet, but it's getting there. I freely admit to not being an expert on Colorado politics, but I know it was one of the first states to legalize the sale of recreational weed more than a decade ago. 

As of 1/1/14, it was possible to buy weed, legally, from a weed store — as opposed to that sketchy-looking dude behind the 7-Eleven that a friend of a friend of yours swears is cool — in Boulder.  

However...

I went a-googlin' and it took about a literal minute to discover that what originally looked like plenty of legal weed for aficionados, plenty of profits for entrepreneurs, and plenty of tax revenue for both the state and local governments started petering out in about a metaphorical minute.

The Pike's Peak gold rush, 1858 to 1861, comes to mind. (Pike's Peak is in Colorado, kids.)

{"We don't need no education."}

There are lots of reasons for this, competition, both locally and nationally, is a prominent one. The one that I find the most interesting is sin taxes/over-regulation.

From the Wall Street Journal: "Colorado levies a 15% marijuana sales tax and 15% excise tax on marijuana, and Pueblo County tacks on another 5% excise tax and a 6% sales tax. Cannabis businesses in the city of Pueblo pay an additional 10% excise tax, among the highest in the state." 

"...every year the state adds more and more rules."

"The Colorado Marijuana Enforcement Division said it is considering (my emphasis) proposals that would simplify rules for marijuana businesses."

Blue, Red, or Purple?

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Friday, May 7, 2021

I Call Bullshit!

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This is: A weekly column consisting of letters to my perspicacious progeny. I write letters to my grandkids and my great-grandkids — the Stickies — to advise them and haunt them after they've become grups and/or I'm deleted.

Warning: This column is rated SSC — Sexy Seasoned Citizens — A Perusal by kids, callowyutes, or grups may result in a debilitating intersectional triggering. Viewing with a tablet or a monitor is highly recommended for maximum enjoyment.  
Erratically Appearing Hallucinatory Guest Star: Dana — A Gentlereader 

"I was kind of secretly hoping one of my kids would go out and make a million bucks. So when they put me in a home, at least I'll have a window with a view." 
                                                                                                -Joe Biden


Dear (eventual) Grandstickies and Great-Grandstickies (and Gentlereaders),

[I am shock-ed and appalled. A true gentleperson would not use the word bullshit in a missive that will be read by the general public, particularly in the title — not to mention his grandkids.]

Forgive me my delicate little flower, henceforth I'll use B.S., Dana. But sometimes, a full-throated I call bull... B.S. is called for. I call B.S. on Uncle Joe's call to spend trillions on top of the trillions already spent by him and the Donald.  

[Wait-wait-wait. I don't recall you sending back your share of the latest tranche of the Money for Mobs program. Any number of reputable charities would've been happy to put that money to work for ya.]

I'm tempted to say I needed it because I really needed it. Of course, the reality of my claim is between me, God, and the IRS. But I'm certain that almost all of the people who didn't need it also kept it, and I don't blame them. 

 [That doesn't make any sense.]     

Sure it does. Without congressional term limits, we're doomed. Well, I'm probably (hopefully?) not since I'm pushing 70 and according to The Social Security Administration I'm likely to be deleted when I turn 84.7. 

I wonder if I were to have a sex change operation and became a full-fledged (well...) female if I'd live to see my 87.0th birthday...

[Did you stop taking your meds again?]

To paraphrase a Shakespeare misquote, read on Macduff.


Uncle Joe  with the help of no shortage of lefty pseudo-journalists of the purple press   ran as a traditional, moderate, steady as she goes center-left Depublican. 

The Donald, they told us, was the creepy uncle, the racist, xenophobic old letch kept at a careful distance by all the women and girls at family reunions. Uncle Joe was just a lovable, harmless old hair sniffer prone to occasionally blurting out embarrassing remarks. 

"If you have a problem figurin' out if you're for me or Trump, then you ain't black!"

[Maybe you misunderstood. Maybe...] 

From a Chris Cillizza piece at CNN (.com) posted just after (11.17.20) the election:

"Biden told everyone — the left included — exactly what sort of president he would be. One who believed Trump was an anomaly, that Republicans were good people who could be dealt with in a post-Trump era and that deal-making and centrist politics were the right way forward."

And then the Depublicans used a parliamentary trick to pass the stimulus bill without a single Republicrat vote.

The Republicrats, the same Republicrats that gleefully ran up the deficit when the Donald was in charge, went ape... poop crazy. 

Thus my use of the world-famous quote," Without congressional term limits, we're doomed." -Me Clearly, both the Blue team and the Red teams are suffering from an epidemic of constipation.

This brings me to spending/printing/borrowing trillions and trillions (please pronounce like you're Carl Sagan). 


Call it what you will, stimulus/democratic socialism/socialism/whateverism, as George Will has pointed out, "The political class is more united by class interest than it is divided by ideology. And the class interest is to give the American people a dollar's worth of government and charge them 80 cents for it."   

That's how you buy a political career with other people's money. 

As best I can tell (for some reason the Goog makes it hard to get a straight answer) approximately 24,000,000 people in America are working for a government entity in some form or fashion.

This means that one out of every 14 people has a government job. But this column is about the people at the top, the ones with real power. It's not about your average low-level government employee, most of whom are just like you and me. 

It's not even about the teacher's unions, the primary source of institutional racism in America (HT: Scott Adams) so I probably shouldn't have mentioned it.

[Then what exactly is your...]

Sorry... It's quite simple really. 


There aren't nearly enough rich people/evil corporations to fund Uncle Joe's dreams.

And corporations — large, small, evil, and otherwise — get their money from us, their customers. 

They employ us and are usually owned by us, their shareholders, because The Fedrl Gummit has made it impossible to grow a nest egg the safe, boring, old-fashioned way — savings accounts and compound interest. 

The European social democracies that the progressives like to point to are funded by high taxes on everyone at every level of exchange. If that's what we really want, fine, let's do it.  

BIG BUT.

To pretend that utopia can be financed by the 1% (who paid 38.5% of all income taxes last year) without the bottom 90% (who paid 29.9% of last year's income taxes) kicking in a lot more dough is bullshit. 

[Gasp!]    

Incidentally, the phrase "over ten years" is also complete B.S. since the US doesn't have ten-year budgets (the Swamp can't even pass a one-year budget anymore) and even if he lives long enough, Uncle Joe will be gone in less than eight years even though he'll only be 86. 


Speaking of bushwa:
Uncle Joe, recently giving a speech to commemorate the 50th anniversary of Amtrak (the heavily taxpayer-subsidized gummit railroad that loses money every year) told a heartwarming story about his relationship with an Amtrak conductor, and taking the train home to visit his sick mom around 2014 or 2015 when he was the vice president.  

Slight problem. His mom died in 2010 and the conductor retired in 1993. 

Why would a dude with FU-level wealth and the most powerful job on the planet continue to tell dubious boring old man stories (I'm an expert on this topic...)? Mansplaining? Toxic masculinity? Perhaps some other problem?

Poppa loves you,
Have an OK day


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    Friday, November 20, 2020

    Your Tax Dollars At Work

                                                   Image by Liselotte Brunner from Pixabay 


    This is a weekly column consisting of letters to my perspicacious progeny. I write letters to my grandkids and my great-grandkids — the Stickies — to advise them and haunt them after they become grups or I'm deleted.

    Warning: This column is rated SSC — Sexy Seasoned Citizens — A Perusal by kids, callowyutes, or grups may result in a debilitating intersectional triggering. Viewing on a decently sized computer monitor recommended for maximum enjoyment.

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    Erratically Appearing Hallucinatory Guest Star: Dana — A Gentlerreader

    "Collecting more taxes than is absolutely necessary is legalized robbery." 
                                                                                              -Calvin Coolidge 


    Dear (eventual) Grandstickies and Great-Grandstickies (and Gentlereaders),

    According to Merriam-Webster...

    Boondoggle: a wasteful or impractical project or activity often involving graft. 

    California's train to nowhere — full disclosure, the preceding and following italicized phrases have been used by all sorts of writers in the know whose articles have preceded this one  is the very definition of a boondoggle.  

    The nation that built a transcontinental railroad (6 years) and landed a man (twelve of 'em in fact) on the moon (8 years) can't build a railroad from here to there in California.


    What follows is the Crank's Digest version of the story. The full story would require a column of at least 10,000 words. I'm a rabid reader and current events freak but even I wouldn't be interested in reading such a column, much less writing one. 

    I suspect the only thing it would be good for is as a sleep aid. 

    [Wait-wait-wait. Why are you writing about the train to nowhere at all? Is that still a thing? If I remember correctly Governor Moonbeam was the one that got the ball, if not an actual train rolling, back in, lemme think, musta been...]

    It's still a thing. Apparently, it's harder to kill than Covid in a New York nursing home. 

    Jerry Brown, who ran California for two consecutive terms, twice, and an extremely fortunate man in that he was romantically linked to Linda Ronstadt back in the day  ironically considered to be a fiscal conservative at the time  signed legislation authorizing the money to study building a high-speed rail system in the Sunshine State in 1982. 

    California's been trying to build a local railroad for 38 years. 

    They've been at it for so long there's a Wikipedia entry entitled History of California High-Speed Rail. It's a very long entry. 

    [You're using the word entitled incorrectly, it should be titled. I would've thought that...]

    I'm fully aware of that but I'm invoking my poetic license. If I were king and/or the Earth was less hostile to gentlepersons...

    [Gimme a break.]  

    If the Peoples Republic of California should actually manage to complete the latest drastically dumb downed-version of The Never-Ending Public Works Project (currently scheduled for 2029) I propose it should be called the Jerry Brown Sorta/Kinda High-Speed Railroad.

    Here's hoping Mr. Brown, who would be 91 years old, is still around and gets to pound in the last (gold foil-wrapped) spike at the opening ceremony — assuming he could lift a sledgehammer). 

    [Perhaps they could use a Nerf-spike and a Nerfhammer. Um, listen, you've been at this for a while now, and, well, what happened to a Cranky's Digest version of this dispiriting tale of American wussification.]

    Having just reread the Wikipedia entry referenced above and reviewed my other exhaustive research I'm so dispirited I've decided to wrap this baby up and inventory the liquor cabinet. 

    [You don't have a liquor cabinet...]

    Yes, but I do have a poetic license, remember?


    It depends on who you ask but as best as I can tell The Fedrl Gummit and the gummit of California have, so far, spent more than $6,000,000,000. 

    Former President Obama pledged to contribute $3,500,000,000 of other people's money as part of his efforts to blunt the effects of the Great Recession, but the Donald issued a stop payment order on the last billion or so and has asked for a 2.5 billion refund given that no track has actually been laid.
     
    California's legislature has gone to war with the state gummit agency that refuses to stop spending other people's money on a railroad that has laid no track

    While there's no use crying over spent money, I'd like to propose that The Fedrl Gummit hold a lottery and give away the billion bucks. Print the name of each state on a ping-pong ball, put 'em all in a big red, white, and blue sack and have Miss Ms. America...

    [Do we still have a Miss Ms. America?] 

    And have him/her/them reach in and pull out a winner. The winning state will divvy up the money equally among its citizens in lieu of the stimulus checks that we've been mentally spending for months now that have yet to leave the Swamp.

    "The checks are in the mail! Or at least they will be if Orange Hitler stops screwing around and gets out of my our way." Nancy Pelosi 

    [Fake news! You made that up!]

    Yeah, but it's still true.

    Poppa loves you,
    Have an OK day

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