Thankfully that economy has nothing to do with Capitol Hill staffers.
There’s nothing I hate more than hearing …
“Day after day, alone on a hill …” or
“Up on the hill, people never stare …”
I hate the idea of coastal elitists.
While I’m waiting for my private plane, “Watch this drive!”
And in Kentucky, where pot grows wild in the fence rows because it’s a NATIVE WEED, the repug General Assembly and Governor still think our future is in coal. If only President Obama would stop killing the coal industry with regulations …
“We serve the citizens and if they say there’s a problem on this or that block, we’re going to do something about it,” he said. “If you’re going to flaunt it and you’re going to stick it in our face and force us to take action against it, then we’re going to take action.”
From sensible to tough-guy cop in the span of two sentences.
Now this is the epitome of American ingenuity.
Reefer Madness for Congress!
Still blatantly illegal (I remember when I was in college and people tried to sell admission to parties that had free drinks) but as long as the police don’t care. And effectively, of course, the city is collecting a tax on marijuana, because the overpriced items carry sales tax. Rate might be different on MJ, but it’s a start.