for the next Mayor of the City of Chicago?
There are going to be 3,000 people in identical blue and slate-gray suits all trying to look ponderous and mayoral, so why not sprint an old-school, bootstrap, hell-for-leather insurgent campaign in the opposite direction?
You want a green city with a balanced budget?
Legalize marijuana, grow it on the roof of city hall
and fill the barren city coffers selling Big Shoulders Gold and Windy City Blue. For a city that thought nothing of illegally destroying an airport just because the its Mayor felt like it, this should not present much of a problem.
Turn abandoned public housing units into vertical pot farms.
Market Picasso-shaped bongs and Soldier Field bowls.
Sell Tribune rolling papers and "Wait 'til next year" brownies at Wrigley Field.
The list of upsides goes on for pages.
Chicago...Herb Farmer for the World,
Pipe Maker, Stacker of Weed,
Player with Dank and the Nation's Chronic Handler;
Stormy, husky, mellow as hell,
City of the Spliff Holders:
Hell, I've already got
the flag.
By the way, if you are a City worker, contractor, agency employee or funder with a story to tell, please EMAIL ME at driftglass00 AT yahoo DOT com. Discretion assured!
5 comments:
Ah, Drifty. When you get going on a riff (or should that be "spliff?) it can be a thing of beauty. "Wait 'till next year" brownies to Sandburg to flag.
The perfection of Tinkers to Evers to Chance.
That's Tinker to Evers to Chance. So much for the "perfection."
Sheesh, too many years away from Wrigley.
DG- we have the MMJ market sown up, and Cali is going legal soon. You guys have a lot of catching up to do!
Man I miss Hunter. Hard to believe he was ever that young. The world ground him down so hard over the years.
It would sure be nice to read his take on a reality where Nixon would be to liberal to win a republican primary. But guess that is what finally got to him.
"The American Dream really is fucked." Somehow, hearing Hunter say those words out loud is kinda comforting.
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