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I drink, eat, bake, smoke and massage IT…
Because it’s the only thing which boost my immune system during lupus SLE flare times, cures my partial paralysis due to transverse myelitis during flare times, gets my whole blood count to normal, doesn’t piss off my organs…
I’m addicted to IT, as for the past two years now i’m doing great off the 23 big pharma drugs (oral pills, IV drug administration and injections) , for the past 2 years i haven’t gone for blood transfusion as i used to (every 2 weeks in a month), spine, joint and muscular inflammation highly under control, for the past 2 years haven’t had to go for long hospitalisation…
Despite having to deal with two autoimmune disorders ( lupus SLE type and transverse myelitis ) where my immune system is in constant war with itself, cannot offer protection against banal and common infections and affecting gradually each and every of my organs, i feel, live and lead an almost normal life….
In short CANNABIS is my saviour…
If Methadone ( misused as recreational drug ) is the cure to drug addicts, Xanax ( addictive drug ) the cure for anxiety and panic disorders, Opioids including morphine ( narcotic pain medication derived from opium (illegal drug), resin of the opium poppy ) is the cure for acute pain and legal in the Mauritian medical practice… Why is cannabinoids ( found naturally in human metabolism, breast milk and cannabis ) still regarded as illegal in Mauritius and many other countries ?
Well, like it or not… I don’t need advice on this matter from a cigarette smoker, a social or heavy drinker, a big pharma lover and seriously no one coming from an empty barrel.
Stop the hypocrisy..if you don’t need it, I DO and so do some.
Stop being egoistic…if you don’t need a choice, I DO and so do some.
Like it or not…I’M A CANNABIS LOVER…
The one day of the year set aside to honor the workforce, the people who construct the buildings, highways, bridges, and every other working part of the giant economic machine we call the capitalist state.
STOP THE POLITICAL GATHERING TRASH!
Workers of the world, awaken!
Rise in all your splendid might,
Take the wealth that you are making,
It belongs to you by right.
No one will for bread be crying,
We’ll have freedom, love and health,
When the working-class will march the streets,
In the Workers’ Commonwealth!
If we fail, the planet will grow sterile and people will die in hunger, thirst and waves of plagues. Our people and the thrm’s will die more slowly because the poisons here will render us unable to conceive. The skies will cease to be blue, the land will lose its verdure and the seas, well, the seas will be the first to go. Anything that does survive will be broken, mutant, discontinuous from us and mutually exclusive. It will be the new life of a shattered world, a world for chitinous, crawly things, not one for soft and tender emotion…
The bitter truth is that those human actions which violate the laws of nature, the harmony of the biosphere, threaten to bring disaster and this disaster may turn out to be universal.
How apt then are the words of ancient Oriental wisdom: live closer to nature my friends and its eternal laws will protect you!
That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every citizen, every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there- on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate.
Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that life is a humbling and character building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.
Hip Hip Hooray… Today is the day where the sale of each parcel of this country land is for sale and gift vouchers…’Glory to thee, Motherland,OR motherland of mine’, offers unlimited to foreign contractors be it the sea, beaches, lands, rivers and why not the sea port.
Hip Hip Hooray… Today is the day where your Prime Minister uses no reading glasses upon a successful medical surgery in India. ‘Sweet is thy beauty,
Sweet is thy fragrance’, where thousands countrymen are laboratory rats, where mothers mourn their lost child due to the Mauritian Medical Hub services.
Hip Hip Hooray… Today is the day where hundreds of Mauritians are denied their national holiday due to profit and money making for some private sectors. But don’t worry, ‘Around thee we gather ‘, they will have a national holiday off when France and other countries will be celebrating their national day.
Hip Hooray… Today is the hippocratic day. In 365/366 days, its specialty is where many comes together ‘ As one people, As one nation ‘ and the rest of the 364/365 days, it is a ‘my’ community / religion thing, where you are employed and professionally respected upon the only meritocracy rules of ‘to which political party and views you adhere to.’
Hip Hip Hooray… Today is the day to celebrate liberty, where a vice vice prime minister/ minister value the Mauritius, ‘In peace, justice and liberty’, to be on the target list by participating to international military gathering in the quest of immortality, where an ex prime minister, ex minsters and actual ministers implicated in in legal cases roam free without legal sanctions.
Hip Hip Hooray.. Today, celebrate your independence day, raise your four coloured flag, sing the national anthem loud and keep your right hand near hear and say ‘Beloved country, may God bless thee
For ever and ever.’, where the rich gets richer and the poor dies poorer, where justice is meant only for classy coats, where liberty of expression is a threat, where crime is an everyday thing and where you fail as a nation!
All of a sudden Mauritius is awaken from a long sleep and feels so concern of reality facts of criminal activities. This is the time when, journalism forgets all about what is called a moment of privacy just to sell their cabbage leaves for sensationalism. A sheep society calling upon capital punishment. People being all of a sudden so concerned about social values and morals. Everyone is so shocked, yet I have a sense of deja vu about what happened in Camp de Masque Pave, yet many cold murder cases are still unsolved, yet we are living the social doom and yet the dodos will go back to sleep after a while.
If capital punishment was the answer to all, guess what since long the Mauritian sheepful society would have been extinct. If human rights are the base of all, upon violated one should work his/her butt off to gain back what he violated.
Been four years now that i worked and got merits upon 2 rehabilitation programs based on the Canadian and American soil. Still being a novice, yet my initiatives wasn’t left unheard. Back in 2012, when i was working on my very first mini project to tackle the core issue of domestic violence, the concern ministry turned me down and guess what, this very program is now being implemented in several departments of the Canadian, France and American society.
Nothing to beat the drums about, as my own country fails to the core. Who is to be blamed for ? It’s YOU and me. When you all fail as a nation, this is what you will reap.
However gutted i might be about the sheepy Mauritian society, this time I gonna whip arses to get me loud and clear.