At the start of a new year, it’s time to pause and give thanks to the unlikeliest of people: Ronald Reagan. Yes, the Reagan government’s idiotic “War on Drugs” has done more for HIGH TIMES in the last year than we could have hoped for. Our readership is growing, because the American public simply does not believe the stupidities put out by their own officials (the latest howler: White House Drug Czar Carlton Turner’s claim that marijuana causes homosexuality!).
First let me commend HIGH TIMES for feeling good enough about itself to print a letter as cruel as the one from Sheila Shuey of P.A.T.C.H. [“Letters,” Oct. '86]. I find it hard to believe someone with such a limited knowledge of HIGH TIMES could write such a letter.
Power is the most addictive habit in the world. The moral influence that shaped the American Revolution and inspired our democracy demands that individual citizens challenge the abuse of power by our leaders. Modern politics is founded on the belief that the government’s natural tendency to increase its power requires restraint.
A Survey of Top Drug Scientists On The Crying Need For Urine Surveillance
The President vs. The Pentagon
Not Robert Angarola
Peter B. Bensinger
Now that Newsweek Magazine has shocked and outraged every decent, drug-fearing American parent by publishing explicit directions for urine-test cheating that can be followed by the simplest child, the issue of urine surveillance looms large in the crucial national debate on the “War on Drugs.”
About two million employees of the United States federal government will very shortly face the prospect of being personally "tested" for indications of drug abuse, by the terms of a special executive order which was issued by the White House just before the mid-term Congressional elections last fall.
It was a great year. I started 200 plants in April. Transplanted them into two patches in May. By June they were six feet tall and growing like hell. By July the males had shown and these perty girls were big and buddy. Around September 14, I picked 100 plants and got close to 50 pounds of primo Buzzard Ridge Bonzai Buds and a few Bear Buds too.
At the end of September and the beginning of October of the past year, a storm of hurricane strength overcame Washington D.C. This hurricane became known as “Hurricane Hysteria” and she was a tough one to weather. Hysteria’s appearance came to no one’s surprise; after all, it was a mid-term election year, and the media rarely gives reform supporters a fair shake.
Thanks again for the magazine and the paper: people here are always very interested in what the outside world has to say about us. I’m intrigued by your listing South African prices, where did you get these? Malawi weed is quite hard to come by, and is generally only available in the big cities, but there isn’t really much demand for it since Durban Poison is pretty freely available, and is almost as good.
I would write to tell you of the progress of the war. but to tell the truth, no one here is really terribly sure how things are progressing, what with the emergency and all. You people over there are probably better informed than us. Under the emergency regulations it is illegal to publish any details of unrest which are not issued by the offical Bureau of Information.
Who am I? I am not a journalist or a writer. I am a grower, breeder, dealer, importer, exporter, dope taster, and, most important, I consider myself (as do all my friends), a true cannabis connoisseur. I never met "R." I did enjoy some of his columns.
It's been very hard to find Hawaiian these days, and prices have been understandably high. So far this year, I've tried three varieties from the Aloha State, but this one was by far the best. It was grown by DENNIS on the Big Island. Everyone wants Hawaiian.
I walk into Davy's place and find them both there, one is dark, the other fair, already friends after a week. Today Jesse and I are going to take acid, something we haven't yet had a chance to do together. It is early morning and I needn't go home .
I first heard of the "Home of the Gods" in a seedy garage-turned-hotel in Pakistan, where a red-eyed European wanderer told me of a remote region in the northern mountains of India "where the cannabis grows wild and high, yielding powerful hashish called charas, which the locals smoke and eat casualy on their verandas, watching sunsets, just like in paradise, man!" His tale scorned unreal, jus!
Excerpted from The Invisible Hand copyright 1986 Roger Warner. Reprinted by permission of Beech Tree Books, William Morrow and Company, Inc.
The valleys of Humboldt County, in northern California—numerous, hard to get to, not quite scenic enough to lure tourists away from the highway—are the natural habitat of people who want to be left alone. The fog rolls in from the seacoast, the sun beats like a hammer on the inland hills, and the spirit of anarchy lingers in the air like a trace of perfume.
These and many more provocative opinions are tossed off by cult film director John Waters in his new book, Crackpot (Macmillan), a collection of essays on Waters’ favorite pleasures and pet hates. Like its author, the book is bound to be controversial.
THC, the substance in cannabis that gets you high, is a factor in genetics. Seeds from plants that are potent generally produce plants that are similar to the parent. So, grow seeds from plants whose high you liked when you smoked them.The bigger and stronger the plants are, the more volume of flower tops and quantity of THC each one produces.
I don’t really see a lot of Michigan sinsemilla in your column so I decided to throw me and my brother’s paranoia about mailing pictures out the window. This is an indica-sativa cross with a recent “Lona” rejuvenation. If you think it looks good in the pictures you should see what it does outside with a short and humid “Michigan Summer.”
The restless ghost of murdered dope smuggler and DEA/CIA informant Adler (Barry) Seal, gunned down in February, 1986 in a Baton Rouge, Louisiana parking lot, surfaced eight months later in the form of "The Fat Lady," aC-123 cargo plane shot down in Nicaragua while carrying weapons and ammunition to the "contra" forces, armed rebels supported by the Reagan regime.
The case that gives rise to this column is that of Hugh Harrison v. State of Alaska—a case that’s not very important in itself. Harrison, an Alaska state trooper who apparently enjoyed an occasional nip, was transferred in late 1981 to duty in St.
In David Byrne's TRUE STORIES (co-written by Texas author Beth Henley), Texas is treated as not just another state, but another planet. It’s never been presented more accurately, and not without affection. A travelogue/satire hosted by Byrne, string-tied in a Cadillac convertible, and set in mythical Virgil, Texas in preparation for the town’s “Celebration of Specialness.”
Dennis Hopper has returned! Often accused of being a difficult, incoherent hippie, he’s the only Hollywood personality who can claim to have acted in two James Dean films (Rebel Without A Cause and Giant), two John Wayne films (True Grit and The Sons Of Katie Elder), two Francis Ford Coppola classics (Apocalypse Now and Rumble Fish), directed three of his own movies and survived unofficial Hollywood blacklisting, divorces, and years of alcohol and drug abuse.
1. When Bill Laswell starts producing heavy metal bands, you know the stuff has become chic. As pop culture continues its ironic romance with decontextualized kitsch—which is, I believe, more a symptom of the oppressive political climate than a subversion of it—one of the most powerful images of white trash youth falls prey to the image manipulators.
Don Snyder began photographing the countercultural adventure in 1964. The results are collected in Aquarian Odyssey, a photographic essay of 223 lush, full color portraits of the famous and the infamous people and places who created a cultural revolution: the Grateful Dead, Abbie Hoffman, Allen Ginsberg, Woodstock, Haight-Ashbury, the East Village, love-ins, happenings, light shows. Banned in japan, considered "not acceptable" for a proposed ad by the National Enquirer (!?), this no-holds-barred look at the underground from the inside is now available in limited quantities from the author. For your copy of this 8 x 11 paperback, and send $9.95 (includes postage and handling—New Jersey residents please add 6% sales tax) to The Aquarian Continuum, Ltd., P.O. box 2, North Brunswick, N.J. 08902. Money order sales are filled within 24 hours; checks must clear two weeks before shipping. Allow 4-6 weeks for delivery.
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GROW EAST, YOUNG MAN
Not eveything in the exploding grow business happens out west. A case in point is Modern Agriculture-Horticulture, an East Coast halide and hydroponic distributor on Long Island, n.Y. which has been around for 31/2 years. Right now, they’re still a mail order business, although a retail store is in the works. For information on their products, call or write M.A.H., P.0. Box 289, Brentwood, N.Y. 11717, (516) 231-9472.