my kool-aid has stuff floating in it.
for now, i am going to assume that it's 'flavour pockets' and not 'poison pockets'.
if this post ends abruptly though, call somebody.
i am about to make a possibly shocking statement. (it might be the flavour pockets talking)
I love snoop dogg.
Not necessarily for his music (although a lot of it is pretty damn good)but the man himself. He's raising his kids to appreciate what they have. You don't see his kids having outrageous birthday parties (coughpdidycough) or wearing thousands of dollars of clothes. They wore slippers to play soccer with David Beckham for christ's sake. He had to supply them with proper gear. How unpretentious is that? He's also a strong advocate for marijuana, which upon doing a little research (and by research I mean, you guessed it, documentaries) seems to be less harmful than alcohol and tabacco. Which are both legal. I don't know how that makes sense at all. In the words of one Canadian politician; "I'd legalize this and tax the hell out of it." Which makes perfect economic sense to me.
Snoop sticks to his herb, despite arrests and courtcases and denied entry into certain foreign countries. That's principal man. And he doesn't hide it either. He could give a fuck who sees him toking on his blunt and you gotta respect that. Anyone who blatently says 'fuck the man' and pushes for reform through peaceful demonstrations of individual freedom of choice is a-ok with me dude.
And, he's seems like a good Dad. Running around on the soccer field with his kids and Beckham, he's actually quite endearing. He makes everyone laugh, even himself and that's good too. It shows you can be a responsable adult and a good father without fame, fortune, personal recreation choices and career getting in the way.
What more do you want?
-Jess
Monday, December 17, 2007
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