At The Beach

Exercising is always a sore subject (pun intended) but if you you do it in a pla20160702_073807ce that you love and brings you peace then is it really exercise? Have you ever come back from a walk at the beach or in the woods or anyplace in nature and said boy that sucked? Probably not unless you got lost or swept to sea, but short of that I’m sure you enjoyed your time in those places. So really a shift in attitude and a beautiful spot can make all the difference when deciding to exercise or not. Make a great day!



I was a Republican pothead: What I learned about drug-war hypocrisy from my brush with disaster

edwin_lyngar-620x412  Edwin Lyngar                 Jeb Bush, presumed Republican presidential candidate, was an enthusiastic pothead for much of his youth. This is not criticism, because many of my good friends are current or former potheads, as is a certain current president I admire.  As a younger fellow, I’ve enjoyed a blunt or three, any one of which could’ve had serious repercussions on my future (more on that shortly).  Athletes, religious leaders, right-wingers and lefties, the cool and nerdy alike have gotten high, even as marijuana remains an illegal drug with serious penalties in many jurisdictions.  We treat this societal duplicity with a wink, chuckle, an inside joke or a bag of Cheetos, at the same time as people are being shot dead in the street and lives are irreparably ruined.  If we lived in a just society (we do not), any politician or public figure who has ever put chronic to lips needs to either back complete marijuana legalization or present him or herself to the authorities for public punishment.  I think we should bring back stocks and public flogging.

Like so many tokers, I have my own story of a close call with weed.  In 1994, I was a 21-year-old Coast Guard enlisted man, stationed in North Carolina as a rescue boat crewman.  I hadn’t touched the stuff in over a year, because the Coast Guard had a “zero-tolerance” policy.  But my wife and three-week-old son were away visiting our family back home in Nevada, and the opportunity came up.  I was off duty and smoked half a bowl, and then I went home and fell asleep.  Sinister, I know.

The next morning, I pulled into the parking lot of Coast Guard Station Cape Hatteras, and there was a tan van with government plates in the guest parking spot.  It was the medical van from the base up the beach, which meant a drug test.  It was one of the worst moments of my life.  I had visions of being kicked out of the Coast Guard, perhaps a dishonorable discharge, which would be treated very similarly to a felony in many states.  My life would be forever marred by a few hits of weed, and I brought it all on myself.  I ran to the bathroom and drank glass after glass of water, trying to cleanse my system.  Yet the panic was all for nothing.  After a half hour, my boss, a crusty old chief boatswain’s mate and one of the biggest assholes I’ve met in my adult life, canceled the test on a whim.

“We got too much to do for a piss test today,” he told the medics, and sent us all back to work.  It sounds contrived, but it’s not.  It was the only time I’d ever seen one of those tests canceled in my seven year Coast Guard career and constitutes the closest thing to a miracle I’ve ever witnessed.  By blind, stupid luck, I was spared.  I was never tempted to smoke again for the duration of my enlistment.  Unlike Jeb, his brother George W., or any of the other untouchable wealthy, I had no family money or connections that would have saved me.  It was one of the moments that pushed me further from the moralizing right wing and into a ten year flirtation with libertarianism.

Marijuana legalization is an issue that has stayed with me through my political evolution from conservative to liberal.  Even as a conservative, I could never understand the politics of pot.  In high school, a few buddies smoked, just as did I on very rare occasions, but I never gave much thought to the social and legal repercussions until it almost cost me my military career.  Like any and all war, the drug war features a parade of victims, unintended consequences and senseless tragedy.

Even though the end of the drug war is in sight, we will see many more victims before it’s over.  At end of every war there’s always a last casualty. One guy or gal, a private or sergeant, who gets killed in a helicopter or shot by a clueless former enemy.  It’s the worst type of senseless death—the killing of misunderstanding.  That’s the moment we face at the end of this monumentally stupid, hypocritical and racist drug war.  It’s all over but the crying.  It might take ten more years to get this all sorted out or even another twenty, God forbid, but every incarceration, lost job or even minor inconvenience, just adds to the toll of our historic national dysfunction.

One needless marijuana murder haunts me and is a sad example of the price we’ve paid as a nation.  A young college student named Trevon Cole was shot to death by an incompetent Las Vegas cop in 2010.  Cole sold a dime bag to an undercover cop, who then got a warrant to bust down Cole’s door with a SWAT team in the middle of the night.  The operation went wrong and that same officer shot Cole in the head after the cop’s “tactical” flashlight failed.  The follow up investigation found that the officer confused Cole with some “big-time” drug dealer with a similar name.  Cole was 21 with a wife who was nine months pregnant, and he’d never been arrested or in any trouble before.  We tend to chalk up these tragedies as the cost of “doing business” in America, but we shouldn’t.  Trevon Cole was a human being, an expectant father. And his life was stolen.

As an accident of birth, I was born white, an important difference between Cole and me. I have not mentioned his race up to now, but you knew he was black, didn’t you?  Because that’s the familiar refrain in these instances.  If white kids were gunned down in the same rates as black kids, the war on drugs would already be over.  If Jeb Bush had to pay for his crimes in the same way that Cole did, the drug war would not have made it past the ‘70s.

People who look like Jeb and me are not murdered or sent to jail for a bit of weed.  Black people smoke pot at roughly the same percentages as white people do, but African Americans are arrested and imprisoned at twice the rate of white guys.  I’m now much older, balding, and (still) white.  I could probably snort a line of cocaine off the hood of a cop car and not get arrested. Michelle Alexander’s “The New Jim Crow” makes a strong and infuriating case that mass incarceration has supplanted the racist injustice of Jim Crow of the south with a very similar system of mass incarceration, for which marijuana prohibition plays an outsized role.  It is one more compelling, if not the most important reason, to end this national disgrace.

Aside from the obvious racial component, the war on drugs is a war on poor people.  The latest example of targeting the poor is the idea of drug testing food stamp recipients.  There is nothing more disgusting than targeting people who have no power and cannot fight back.  No one is proposing targeting people like Jeb Bush, because he has access to every benefit and break the planet has to offer.  If I were made president tomorrow, I’d immediately release from prison any person convicted of a nonviolent drug crime, even dealers. The prosecution of these people has nothing to do with crime and everything to do with the class from where they originate.

Barack Obama, whom I like in general, has been terrible on this score.  He commutes and pardons less than any other president.  Yet, as a kid, Obama smoked weed with Bob Marley-esque enthusiasm, all admitted to in his memoir, Dreams From My Father.  Anyone who has ever smoked but still insists on “punishing” people for the same thing has surrendered any semblance of moral credibility.  Obama also has a very bad habit of joking about it or moralizing.  After his own youthful enthusiasm for weed, he’s lost his right to make jokes while people are killed or sent to jail. Obama only redeems himself a little bit for letting marijuana legalization move ahead in some states.

Progressives, libertarians and even some conservatives support the end of the drug war, but it is happening too slowly.  People are suffering and dying, and the political class has the unmitigated gall to joke about it while fighting the inevitable.  Piecing together the reports about Jeb Bush, it’s clear that I’ve never smoked as much weed as he has.  I never even smoked enough to qualify as a true “weekend warrior.”  Meanwhile the whole of Washington D.C. is awash in recovering pot heads and coke fiends.  On top of it all, these reprobates have blocked community efforts in D.C. to enact drug reform locally.  This seems to indicate that the single most important qualification for congress is to lack the fundamental humanity to do the right thing.

In a recent Vice interview, Obama asked, almost rhetorically, if we should stop at marijuana legalization.  He cited the serious dangers of meth, cocaine and “hard” drugs.  After legalizing weed, my answer to this is absolutely decriminalize all other drugs and move them into the realm of public health, where they have always belonged.  American needs far fewer prisons, and it’s tragic that the only things we manufacture anymore in American are criminals and hypocritical politicians.


By  Edwin Lyngar


Marijuana The Greening Of America


So no matter where you stand on the issue of marijuana it’s what’s for dinner………conversations. Whether it’s your kids, friends or relatives the subject is front and center now that legalized marijuana has hit the American scene. It started being legalized as medical marijuana and before that wave even had time to sweep the entire nation it was being legalized as a recreational drug like alcohol and that wave is steadily rolling across the country. So are you ready for the conversation?
For many years our parents and peers didn’t want to have a real conversation about marijuana since the government had so totally convinced them that it was evil on par with the likes of heroin and cocaine. No one wanted to talk about the many benefits “and there are many” of marijuana. You don’t have to smoke marijuana to feel its benefits as there are many more than just getting high. Fibers of mildew resistant marijuana have been made into rope (hemp) for centuries, the oil produced from the seed is one of the most durable oils in nature and is super resistant to viscosity break down ( think motor oil you never have to change) and the list goes on.
Of course the real issue is getting stoned. So I asked a policeman one day if he ever had to separate people who became violent after consuming alcohol and he said of course, many times but when asked the same question about marijuana he laughed and said never. So there’s that and the fact that no one has ever died from an overdose of marijuana unlike most every other drug we know of. The question now is how you will see marijuana in light of its rapid legalization and acceptance and presence on the American scene. For the rest of you……….keep em rolling!

Peace Jc

Living The Life I Want

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Sometimes on the path to personal enlightenment I believe I’ve become more focused on gaining information than living the life I want. Can I have the thought and be in the moment at the same time or am I twirling around for everything and nothing? I think a bit of both. Some days are clear as summer skies and hard inside my heart, but other days are not and I think about the end.

Yes the end, it sees us all reduced to the smallest particles of the stardust from which we came but never ends. It is the question of what to see and do until we begin that magical journey that always travels with us.  In my head I know the words; I’ve read them many times but only the quite journeys without the words can bring me peace of mind.

Sailing on a river of grass or hauling in the sheets, the mystery of the moment is all we have to make a life complete. So knowing this as you do, we all inside know the truth; you make the same to do the same to feel a word called safe!  A special time, a moment seldom seen, is taken outside your normal day, so why with life so precious and fleeting, burning itself away, do we have to make a plan, for a special day?

You read all the books and still I read on, true it is a special joy to have the gift of sight, but remember to gaze upon those special sights the one’s that nag the brain, the one’s no books contain or your TV set can show you. I need to do this on a daily basis as time is flying by and in my mind to waste that time is my only crime. So yes I spend some time on books and TV shows and other shit, I spend the rest in constant motion, always seeking always focused……..on what I’ll never know……how wonderful!


Peace Lj


Because I think the people in the story are not the story their names are not important to it, and I won’t use them, so only the question remains, “can we be real”? I would venture to say no as witnessed by the recent stand your ground case in Florida exposed. As usual the media and other social enterprises for lack of a better description, decided that case was worth reporting and so started the race reporting. What was so damming to me about the whole mess was the lack of real intent and the efforts of a few people to grab this as their cause and got the media buy-in, real cherry picking. This really is a microcosm of the intellectual subjugating by the folks that have their hands on the controls. Issues are raised and debated in this country not by the merits of the facts or the relevance of the issue but the degree it can separate and divide us because that’s what sells!

Another thing most people don’t realize is that they are being controlled by these news stories to the degree that most people after this case were forced by their friends and co-workers to make statements that would show their support one way or another regarding the outcome of the incident and its aftermath. People wanted to know and wanted others to know their stand on this issue and forced others by quilt to make similar stands.  HORSE SHIT!

So back to my question of can we be real, I think sometimes being real is perceived to be dangerous  and could cause others harm because the truth can be painful so people have found it easier to get their opinions and in a lot of cases their believes from the mainstream media.  The whole idea that we must be politically correct and suppress our real feelings is dangerous to the health and welfare of our country as feelings are repressed and people no longer see the value of telling the truth as the right way to communicate to one another, march lock-step with the loudest voices. Oh you sheeple should see yourselves.  So is the question valid or not, you can decide, but for me telling people how I see things as I really see them will always be the hand I play.



The Fight Against Racism


Why is this one isolated shooting in a small town in Florida now the face of the fight against racism? I really don’t understand it and find it rather sad that this uproar has taken focus from the real issues at large in this country. It also highlights the fact that some people are determined to keep the wounds of the past open as avenues of advantage and handouts.  Now if we are going to have a real and honest conversation we have to be somewhat educated about the subject of the conversation; don’t you think? So let’s browse some facts.

Most of us heard about the woman (white) and her 3-year-old daughter who were attacked in their home last month by a large deranged black man. For those that didn’t here is the headline and link to the story and video;

MILLBURN, N.J. – A hulking robber forced his way into a home and attacked a woman watching cartoons with her 3-year-old daughter, punching and kicking her in a series of assaults recorded by a home surveillance camera before throwing her down the basement stairs and nonchalantly walking out the front door, police said.

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Notice that the headline did not mention the race of the attacker or the victims, why?

Right well this happens every day across this country, just surf the web. The media, NAACP, and who knows what other groups seem to me to cherry pick certain criminal cases they can call racist and if this is what is happening how do we ever move on?  Which begs the question; are there some people who don’t want the race issue to ever be behind us? I think yes…………..

Stay Happy JC

I’m Back!

cayman trip 028Hi folks I’m back again. Time for another launch of with all new  and original content. We’ve come a long way baby and together we might figure this thing out. I’ll be building and posting so check back often and let me know if you have any ideas or comments. Thanks for joining me again or for the first time. I hope you find my thoughts worth reading and will try to always be me and let it all come out. So bookmark this page to share my story. Jc