‘Skunk’ Drives Tabloids And Politicians Mad.
Tom Chivers, Ian Dunt and Jonathan Liebling expose the dreadful reporting of the latest cannabis harms study from the husband and wife team of Professor Sir Robin Murray and Dr Marta Di Forti.
The British tabloid press has long been engaged in the corruption of our society and successive governments’ ability to deal with drugs policy by its sensationalism, distortion and dishonesty.
In fact the worst offender now is the Daily Telegraph, a tabloid in everything except format. It now eclipses the Mail newspapers for inaccurate, misleading and distorted reporting on all aspects of drugs policy. Its science and medicine writers are either deliberately engaged in deception or utterly incompetent. Virtually every story it publishes on drugs these days has to be retracted but you never hear about it because it’s buried in a tiny, tiny correction.
Here’s what happened to its ridiculous claim recently “cannabis as addictive as heroin”
The Mail newspapers can’t resist the stories about the miraculous medicinal benefits of cannabis because they make such good sensationalism. So although they still publish hogwash, like this latest distortion, they’ve actually become more balanced almost by mistake.
Why is the British press so incompetent and/or malevolent on drugs? Is it anything to do with the £800 million pa that the alcohol industry spends on press advertising? I don’t know. Maybe it just likes to appeal to the fast dwindling band of bigots that actually buy newspapers these days.
We are a laughing stock across the world for the idiocy of our press and government, particularly in respect of cannabis. In Canada and Israel, hospitals provide elderly patients with cannabis vapourisers on trollies, so strong is the evidence for its beneficial effects on aging and dementia. Here of course we prefer to let them lie in their own excreta while feeding them with scaremongering nonsense, distortion and exaggeration of scientific studies.
Sugar, peanuts, hay fever remedies, aspirin, paracetamol and traffic fumes cause far more health harms than cannabis.
In Colorado, in 2014, $44 million in cannabis tax revenue was ringfenced for schools and hospitals. Since legalisation, crime and fatal traffic accidents are down 15%, murder is down 50%.
Far too sensible for Britain isn’t it? And it’s the work of our gutter press that prevents such progress here because politicians still give newspapers far too much respect.
My Baby Boy, Capone, Is Dying.
Never has there been a more faithful friend.
Capone is only nine, going on 10 but I know that his time is approaching quickly, far too fast for me.
He saved me when I escaped London from a woman and a destructive lifestyle. We used to walk five miles every day – at least. Now he has to be encouraged every step, at best half a mile then I have to take him home and Carla and I go out again for exercise
He has a strong, stable, self-contained personality. He is loving, obedient but independent. He is my guide as much as I am his master.
He has severe arthritis in all four legs, particularly around the elbows but he also has some sort of spinal problem and you can see it clearly from the way he walks. For some months anti-inflammatories seemed to help but no longer. Now he is on 300mg gabapentin twice a day and there has been an improvement, without evident side effects.
He also developed epilepsy a few years ago and about every six months he has a cluster of about a dozen seizures over 24 – 36 hours.
I shall be by his side until the final moment and that will be a very difficult decision to make. As long as he is happy and enjoying life I will look after him. When he finally goes to that neverending walk in the sky his legs won’t ever hurt again, the sun will always shine and there will be deer and rabbits to chase around every corner.
Malcolm Stanley Reynolds. 10th December 1933 – 31st December 2014.
A Life Well Lived
Chilterns Crematorium
Amersham
15th January 2015
To William and Ethel, a son.
Malcolm.
Husband. Father. Brother. Grandfather. Uncle. A mentor, benefactor and example to so many.
He has had a wonderful life.
It is a wonderful life, alive in the hearts and memories of all who knew him, especially those of us that love him.
For us it is as a legend, almost a fairy tale of romance, nobility and triumph against all the odds. That is why, though very emotional, I can feel no sadness at my father’s story; only joy, pride, satisfaction at a life so well lived. Would that we could all cross the finish line in first place, for my father has the gold medal around his neck and he is our champion.
Until the build-up to war in 1938, William, my grandfather, could not get regular shifts at the steelworks in Newport. There was no food on the table and my father was severely malnourished. 50 years later after winning a scholarship to Oxford, in union with the woman he adored every minute of his life, he was at the top of his profession: one of the leading commercial lawyers in the UK, an extraordinary achievement, a measure of our time.
Yet nothing mattered to my father except family. That’s not that it was more important than anything else. It was all that mattered.
So we have had our fair share of petty squabbles and division but never, not once, has he, nor my mother, been diverted from a deep and abiding love for each one of us. For his five children, he provided the total security, material and emotional, that enabled us to go out into the world and make our own mistakes, achieve our own successes in which he took so much pride.
My earliest memory is of him hopping down the path of our bungalow in Gorleston to a waiting ambulance having put a garden fork through his foot. Hugh was not yet born, so I was younger than 18 months old but I remember it like yesterday.
We all have special memories. It is impossible to pick between them. I recall him taking me on my first visit to the cinema, the Acocks Green Odeon, to see Zulu – and the great Welsh pride in that. Later, I recall seeing James Bond films with him and he introduced me to the books, including the naughty bits, so risqué and daring at the time.
In 1970, I accompanied Dad as a VIP guest to the Alcan Open, a golf tournament in County Dublin. We were both mischievously plied with drink, me having just passed 13, and we nearly missed our plane home.
In the past year of his life he endured the tragedy of Jonathan’s untimely death. With great dignity he has led this family to where we are today. Nothing has ever given me more pride than to take him to his last formal occasion in October when he saw my son, Richard, called to the bar. I know he was equally overjoyed a few weeks later to visit Jacob at his college in Oxford.
What characterises my father’s life throughout is enormous generosity, both of spirit and in material terms. Even to those who had wronged him or against whom he had just cause for complaint, he has always been there, always a ready hand to those in times of need.
Indivisible from my father’s life is his union with my mother which transcends death as much as any relationship ever can. I believe his love and legacy will sustain her forever. They deserve each other as much as the night deserves the sunrise. Nothing will ever extinguish what is between them.
Dad often used to speak in French. I’m not sure why but I fondly remember being called John-Pierre or John-P. So I will never say goodbye to him. Instead, the French express it so much better: au revoir mon pere.
My Father.
My father, Malcolm Stanley Reynolds, died this afternoon at the age of 81.
A life very well lived. Before the war his family was so poor that he was severely malnourished but he won a scholarship to Oxford and rose to become one of the top commercial lawyers in the UK. I am immensely proud to be his eldest son.
Medicinal Cannabis AdVan Campaign in London.
Join The Campaign For Medicinal Cannabis On A Doctor’s Prescription.
Despite overwhelming evidence, the UK government insists that cannabis has “no medicinal value”. Present policy is deeply cruel and means that at least one million people in Britain are forced to become criminals in order to deal with their pain, suffering or disability.
We must change this dreadful and unjust policy. It’s time to help rather than persecute people who genuinely need cannabis to improve their health. DONATE HERE.
The AdVan Campaign.
CLEAR is the UK’s leading drugs policy reform group with more than 270,000 followers. We will run an AdVan for one week in central London during the busy pre-Christmas period. This will deliver the simple, direct message that you see above and it will be backed by a supporting PR campaign, lobbying of government ministers and MPs as well as further information on the CLEAR website.
Please donate whatever you can. Every pound makes a difference. We need to raise £3500 to run the AdVan for one week. If we raise more we will run it for longer. DONATE HERE.
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Our Simple And Reasonable Request To UK Government.
In 1998, GW Pharmaceuticals was granted a licence to grow cannabis and its cannabis oil medicine, Sativex, is now approved but doctors are prevented from prescribing it because it is so fantastically expensive.
The Dutch government approves a cannabis medicine called Bedrocan which provides exactly the same as Sativex at a tiny fraction of the price. Sativex costs between £375 – £560 per month. Bedrocan costs £35 – £95 per month.
All we ask is that if a doctor prescribes Bedrocan, the Home Office should issue an import licence. This is a narrow, tightly defined reform that will not encourage illicit use but will provide enormous help to some very poorly people. DONATE HERE.
Further Background.
Every year, thousands of medicinal cannabis users are prosecuted for possessing or growing cannabis. Often it is the only medicine that helps them with chronic pain, fibromyalgia, MS, Crohn’s disease, epilepsy, depression or many of the conditions related to aging. It is also used to mitigate the side effects of chemotherapy and HIV/Aids treatments.
In November 2014, the Liberal Democrat MP Norman Baker resigned as a government minister because of the Conservatives’ refusal even to consider drugs policy reform. In July 2014 he met with members of CLEAR and publicly called for cannabis to be legalised for medicinal use. Other ministers are more concerned with stopping people getting high (which they are going to do anyway) than in helping those with severe medical conditions. DONATE HERE.
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Great Shirt! Where Can I Get One? Can We Send these Spiteful Sheilas To Mars?
The mindboggling stupidity of the morons who took time to criticise this man shows that while some of us have evolved far enough to land a remote controlled vehicle on a comet, others should be sent back to Africa to live in caves until they develop a brain fit for the 21st century.
While America Legalises, Back In Blighty It’s Prejudice, Bigotry, Anti-Evidence And Contempt For The Electorate.
Overnight, voters in Alaska, Oregon and Washington DC have voted to legalise cannabis for recreational use.
The US island territory of Guam approved a ballot to legalise medicinal cannabis and Florida also voted for medicinal cannabis by 58% but it failed as a 60% vote is required. All over the US, smaller jurisdictions, counties, cities and towns, have also passed legislation on medicinal cannabis and decrimnalisation.
Last week in Britain we saw the shameful spectacle of just 21 MPs turning up to debate drugs policy for the first time in a generation. David Cameron, Theresa May and the Westminster elite are arrogant, out of touch and detached both from scientific evidence and public opinion.
Nothing can excuse this failure of our democracy. Britain is a laughing stock both in Europe and to the Americans. We are regressing into a caricature of Dickensian history. Little more than an ‘Old Curiosity Shoppe’ for tourists and the nostalgic. Our government is concerned only with vested interests, politicians lining their own pockets and an increasingly authoritarian and illiberal regime. These developments are humiliating for all those who cherish what was once Great Britain. Surely, even those unconcerned or opposed to cannabis legalisation, must begin to realise that Westminster is destroying our country from within. On this, the anniversary of Guy Fawkes’ failed attempt to blow up Parliament, who can doubt that he had the right idea?













