Missouri NAACP says passing Amendment 3 will not diversify marijuana



JEFFERSON CITY, Mo. — The Missouri NAACP is asking voters to vote “No” on Amendment 3 saying legalizing marijuana will not …

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  1. Everything doesnt need to be equity.. black folks benefit 10x more when it comes to arrests… black folks make up 13% of all of us. They cant be 50% of Everything… not even the pot smokers are woke enough for these people.

  2. I want bud period. You can get a job cultivating black, white, latino. It's a start go with it. Big win Law enforcement, courts. Now go after violent crime. The law doesn't say you can drive high, just do what you want at home, have a little in your car without you going to jail rig impounded. Don't get your panties in a knot.

  3. I believe anyone should be able to grow. And see who wins. But mogov already hand picked the next millionaires. Shutting down the chance at someone making a name for themselves.

  4. The sooner we realize that the woke terms of 'diversity' and 'equity' rarely bring forth goodness to society, the better off we will be; equality of opportunity is a must, and equality of outcome is a bust!

  5. MISSOURI POT FARMER POT SONG $$

    I got out my pipe stuffed it with pot

    You better believe it held a whole lot.

    I whipped out a lighter thumbed up a flame

    Sucked down that smoke which comforts my brain.

    I tried alcohol smoked cigarettes

    They did nothing but give me regrets.

    My mom had arthritis could not walk around

    I rolled her a joint she danced on the ground.

    I thought I was losing my lovemaking knack

    After I smoked some to me it came back.

    Soon I decided prices were high

    I searched for some ground I wouldn't have to buy.

    I bargained for seeds from smokers all around

    Got in my truck and drove out of town.

    I walked through the woods where wild birds nest

    Found me the meadow I thought was the best.

    I dug up the ground sowed all my seeds

    Said a small prayer for strong, healthy weeds.

    I watered at night with a five-gallon pail

    Mosquitoes went hungry for I wore a veil.

    Seven months went by; I thought I would die

    Till the Halloween moon was high in the sky.

    At night I went out, in a camouflage suit

    Used my corn knife to chop down the loot.

    I hung it up to dry where it couldn’t be found.

    Came back and got it, when it had turned brown.

    I trimmed off the buds, stuffed them in bags

    Called all my friends and passed out free drags.

    In less than a week my crop was gone

    I flew to St. Thomas with a love hungry blonde!!

    By Kansas City Poet Tom Zart

    Google = Most Published Poet On The Web

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