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Canadian police bust major Quebec drug exporting operation to U.S.

By: Ross Marowits, Canadian Press

MONTREAL (CP) - RCMP in Quebec believe they have busted a lucrative drug business in one of Canada's main corridors for exportation of marijuana to the United States. Twenty-six people face charges following raids Wednesday at several properties in the Eastern Townships, the south shore of Montreal and Toronto.

Among them was suspected ringleader Marc-Andre Cusson of Sutton, Que., along with one relative of a full-fledged member of the Hells Angels biker gang. Canadian police continued to search Thursday for three other men, including a U.S. citizen. Nine people arrested during Wednesday's raids were released without charges.

After monitoring Cusson for a year, police charged the self- employed businessman with conspiracy, commission of an offence for a criminal organization and instructing commission of an offence for criminal organization.

This operation differed from past ones because it netted one of the suspected organizers of a drug-exportation business, said Insp. Jacques Tanguay, the RCMP's commanding officer in southeastern Quebec.

"We have totally destroyed a network that produces, sells and also exports this cannabis to the United States where they have developed a thriving market," Tanguay said at the Mounties' headquarters in Montreal.

Police searched 40 properties and seized properties, vehicles, boats, a tractor, a truck, $160,000 in large denominations, explosives and 60 kilograms of marijuana.

The RCMP said the largely hydroponic operation sent up to 225 kilograms of cannabis to New England states each week, netting tens of millions of dollars annually.

Scouts recruited sympathetic independent truckers who would transport the drugs during runs to border states like Massachusetts, Vermont and New Hampshire. Each trucker could earn nearly $100 per kilogram of cannabis transported across the border, said Cpl. Roger Caron, head of the RCMP drug investigation in Granby., Que.

The money would then be returned to Canada for laundering. One destination was supposed to be an Algerian cigarette-exporting business in Oakville, Ont., just west of Toronto, police said. The business hadn't yet started. Its owner was arrested but has not yet been charged.

More than 300 officers have been involved in Operation Hearse since it began in the fall of 2000. Working with American officials, police have intervened on several occasions to seize a total of nearly 450 kilograms of pot and about $1.2 million US.

Police said they were alerted to the illegal business by Quebec residents who began to question lavish spending by those with little employment.

"They get a little disturbed when you get dozens of kids with $50,000 vehicles driving around at 20 years old," Caron said.

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Growin' Our Own (page 4)

Sexy Blond Enika of Amsterdam

By: Bill

Arriving in Amsterdam after three days and nights in sailor bars in Brussels, we pulled into the train station. Some foxy lady with short ringlets of blond hair and Betty Boop breasts and a long haired guy got on the train before I could get my backpack on. He spoke perfect English, offering to take my trusted friend Rocky and me to a clean, private, and inexpensive Amsterdam hotel. This was music to our ears. All of our hassle exploring for a hotel was deleted, and to have one recommended by a fellow American! This would save us hours of searching for a hotel which we could add into our party time. We happily jumped into his VW microbus with the big breasted blond, Enika, and he drove us to the Hotel Post. Enika was quiet and kept staring at me. An older couple checked us in, for $5.00 each. We had a ground floor room in a 4 story hotel which was built 600 years ago, had no elevator, and the only bathroom was up on the 4th floor. Getting a room on the ground floor with a sink was a Godsend. Our roommate was from Australia and said "mate" all the time, and "bloody" this and "bloody" that. Hey, we were happy to check into this $5.00 heaven which was only 3 blocks from Damm Square.

Damm Square was a bigger deal than Haight Ashbury back in those days. In reality and from my actual experience in both places, Damm Square was most assuredly THE drug dealers' capitol of the world. Damm Square was laid out in a few progressive and very wide concrete steps centered around a statue crowded with colorful hippies and hash smoke from all over the world. People were returning from India, Nepal, Morocco, Afghanistan, and other cannabis source countries. They were smoking their exotic hashish, telling their stories, and offering hash for free tasting and sale. Everybody would mingle around sharing tales of who they met, what they saw, where to stay and how to meet their hashish contact if you traveled far enough. There was no grass available in Amsterdam that I could locate after a 3 week search. Everything was hash which I didn't mind as I tried varieties that I never knew existed. The Paradisio was a police run hash hangout, predating today's coffee shops, and had a 75 cent cover charge. No grass was found there either.

What was unique about that time was the story that came with every gram of hash, it was like some colorful exotic drug bazaar. Today the business of being a customer is totally different where buying cannabis is just a business with no story behind your smoke. It's all sold under brand names today and probably greenhouse grown weed. The smuggler tales of Amsterdam were free with each purchase and made the hash that much more precious and stony when smoked. With each taste of a different hash I knew how far and under what risks it had traveled to get into my pipe. This created a personality for each hash which is missing from today's sterile markets. I paid $125 for a pound of hash formed in a camel's stomach somewhere in Morocco and smuggled through Spain.

A brand name purchase today is not the same as one from the person who carried the contraband thousands of miles from an exotic place and returned with it safely. Which purchase would you like to make? Buying Nepalese hash in a store on a digital scale or meeting some world traveling hippie dressed in a well worn long goatskin Afghani coat, and having him tell you how he made his religious trek to the Himalayas and discovered a place of Nirvana where beautiful young maidens hand rolled his great Nepalese? Get the idea? I liked the purchase with the story over the post office type purchase.

Sexy Enika at the Hotel Post Enika (pronounced EEE' NICK-AH)

The room at the Hotel Post came with a great family style breakfast including farm style butter and strawberry jelly in bowls; scrambled eggs, ham, sausage and fresh hot biscuits. Enika was our live in waitress. She was 6 feet tall with perfect proportions to match all squeezed into a short tight dress, and she looked like a sexy Playmate. While she balanced plates, her overstuffed double D breasts and natural white blond curls were bouncing all over as she struggled her way across the dining room floor. I kept watching her as she somehow barely moved her legs trying hard not to rip out of her short tight dress. Enika turned me on from the second I saw her back at the train. When she served our table her sapphire blue eyes looked into mine and she got excited. In her native Swedish accent she said, "Yesterday I go to the zoo. I see the Orangutan, he remind me of you. And I want to make love to him!" Wow, I want to tell you this was the best greeting I've ever had in my life! She leaned down to me and as her big breasts spread out my way, she planted her warm wet tongue in my mouth and rubbed her face all over my red beard. I was shocked but responded as best I could. Then she grabbed me with her hands and really got into it. When she let up she said, "I want you." I said, "I'm yours." I noticed she had a blue daisy pin pierced through her right nostril, which matched her pale blue eyes. She looked like a Greek Goddess as she abruptly left for the kitchen to get more plates. Rocky was pretty shocked as he winked at me with devilish eyes. "Go for it," he said. "I intend to."

Enika asked me to re-pierce her daisy pin, (she told me how intimate this would be) which was a gift and memory from a man she met while down on some Greek island. She was from Sweden and had lived in Amsterdam for only a short time. What fantastic sex we had for the 3 weeks I was there. She even insisted taking me to the famous Amsterdam Red Light District where we shopped for another woman. When we found our choice out of all the $5 prostitutes we went inside where I saw a government license and health card posted on the hooker's bedroom wall. The hooker was real kinky and the 3 of us had a great time. Enika needed sex about 5 times a day which kept me resting a lot while in Amsterdam. I'm her same height and from most positions we tried, I always had to look up every time she offered her large tender breasts for me to suck on. She had blond pubes too. One day while laying in bed smoking hash from a Moroccan clay chilim, she told me she had been in a movie which was playing on the next street over. I asked her how many times she'd seen the movie, and she said none. We got dressed and went to the show. The show was like a Woodstock concert, filmed in Amsterdam's Vondel Park. In the movie, when Santana played, Enika got up on the concert stage in front of 100,000 people, danced wildly while taking her clothes off. She was so excited seeing herself on the big screen, that she stood up in the nearly empty theater and yelled wildly, as I restrained her from taking off her clothes in a live re-enactment. When I got her back down in her seat, she grabbed my dick and began giving me wet passionate kisses. Having satisfied herself with what she wanted, she missed the rest of the show.

I found out that the guy who met us on the train wasn't even an American. He was Dutch and his parents owned the hotel. "What a businessman" I thought to myself.

Enika, I hope you're alive and well still having good sex today!

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How Much is too Much

By: Publius

Just try to answer that. You can't. Nobody can. There are two variables which render the question unanswerable. First is -- what is it? To put it another way, how much what is too much? The second variable is an individual's opinion. Well, I think having just one 'X' is too much. See what I mean? And that is exactly the problem medicinal marijuana patients are facing.

Yes, in some states marijuana for medical purposes is quite lawful. That is the current law in California. The problem is -- how much is too much? Under that state's law, there is no set amount, which is as it should be. In the medical world such a situation is called Pro Re Nata (PRN) or as needed. One can see that on prescriptions all the time. The doctor writes a 'script for a certain type of medication and it is annotated on the 'script "take as needed (PRN)" for whatever the aliment is. This works just fine for every medication except one -- marijuana.

So, just how much marijuana is too much? Depends on who you ask. A doctor will tell you PRN. A grower might be able to give you an actual number, high or low is irrelevant, but a number nonetheless. A patient might be able to give you a somewhat valid number, based upon their experience. A county prosecutor will give you a number, sort of. Remember they speak in legalese. A narc, well, who knows what they would say? The DEA will flat out tell you any marijuana is to much.

Ok, medical marijuana patient, now what do you do? Any way you play it, that person is tossing the dice. Live, go to prison, or die. Oh, I left out option 'D' - all of the above. Other than living, the rest are a rather disgusting series of options are they not? Consider the predicament John Barrymore of California is currently in. He is a medical marijuana user. He has a prescription for marijuana. He was recently assaulted and battered severely at his home. The reason for the assault, according the the newspaper, was that the assailants wanted Barrymore's stash. Barrymore called 911. Police responded. They arrested the assailants, got Barrymore to the hospital where he underwent surgery, spotted marijuana, called it in, got a search warrant and proceeded to rip Barrymore's house apart. The police also confiscated all plants, grow room equipment and two computers.

Is Barrymore the victim of a violent crime? Getting hell fire beat out of you in your own home I would think qualifies as a yes. On the other hand, is Barrymore a criminal? The water gets real murky at this point. According to the DEA, absolutely he is a criminal. According to Stacie Lawson of the Mountain View District Attorney's office narc unit, it varies according what is found during a particular search. In other words, they do not have a clue about what, if anything, they are going to do -- yet. Under Proposition 215, the compassionate use act, Barrymore is well within the law. Will Barrymore get his property returned to him? No answer on that one.

A couple of questions need to be asked at this point. Why didn't the police ask if Barrymore had a prescription for the pot? Would have saved everyone a lot of trouble if they had. Secondly, when are our federal legislature and legislatures of the several states going to remove marijuana, et al, from the controlled substance list?

Had marijuana been legal, Barrymore would not have been a victim and a possible criminal. The same holds true for Steve Kubby. The same holds true for Peter McWilliams. Though in the case of McWilliams, it is far too little and way too late. McWilliams is dead. Died in a federal prison. His crime? Smoking marijuana. He had a 'script as well. DEA didn't care. Neither did the federal judge who sentenced him.

How many more people, indeed, how many more citizens need be arrested, jailed, lose their property or die because of this singularly insane law? How much more, and there ain't much left, of our Constitution is going to be eviscerated because of this singularly insane law? How many more families will be torn apart because of this singularly insane law? How many more 12 year old kids are going to be killed, in their own home, by a police shotgun blast because of this singularly insane law?

Enough is enough. Prohibition, of any sort, will fail. It always has. We the People need to tell our legislators, in terms they shall clearly understand, to read history -- not repeat it. The prohibition on marijuana needs to be repealed and repealed now. The next election is just 6 months away.

If it saves just one life. . .

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