Going to Hemp in a hand basket.

[askmrjesus]

It took me a minute to figure it out.

There were more than the usual amount of stinky hippies at my local brew pub last night. Acres of them. You couldn't swing an African bongo drum in a circle, with out hitting one of the fucking tie-dyed space masters.

There was also a local TV news crew.

Apparently, it's Hemp History Week. So, you know, happy Hemp History Week, black people. See, it's not so funny when plants get a history week, is it?

Anyway, the hippies had converged on my bar, with a little tent, and a table and petitions to sign, and blah, blah, blah. They even had little goodie bags of hemp borne stuff nobody really wants. Hemp lotion, hemp soap, hemp granola bars, you get the picture.

The head hippy, was doing an interview with the news bimbo. He gave her all the incredibly boring details about hemp, and how you can make rope and shit. He actually had some very good points. He told her how American farmers can't grow hemp, because everybody still associates it with that demon of devils: Pot.

To illustrate his point, he held up one of the little goodie bags for the camera.

Now, here's the thing. If you're going to try to disassociate hemp products from recreational drugs, you might want to use something other than a, wait for it.....ziplock bag.

Way to go dude. Bwahahahahahaha.

JC