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a NY judge pleads for the legalization of pot

A Judge’s Plea for Pot

By GUSTIN L. REICHBACH

Published: May 16, 2012

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THREE and a half years ago, on my 62nd birthday, doctors discovered a mass on my pancreas. It turned out to be Stage 3pancreatic cancer. I was told I would be dead in four to six months. Today I am in that rare coterie of people who have survived this long with the disease. But I did not foresee that after having dedicated myself for 40 years to a life of the law, including more than two decades as a New York State judge, my quest for ameliorative and palliative care would lead me to marijuana.

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My survival has demanded an enormous price, including months ofchemotherapy, radiation hell and brutal surgery. For about a year, mycancer disappeared, only to return. About a month ago, I started a new and even more debilitating course of treatment. Every other week, after receiving an IV booster of chemotherapy drugs that takes three hours, I wear a pump that slowly injects more of the drugs over the next 48 hours.

Nausea and pain are constant companions. One struggles to eat enough to stave off the dramatic weight loss that is part of this disease. Eating, one of the great pleasures of life, has now become a daily battle, with each forkful a small victory. Every drug prescribed to treat one problem leads to one or two more drugs to offset its side effects. Pain medication leads to loss of appetite and constipation. Anti-nausea medication raises glucose levels, a serious problem for me with my pancreas so compromised. Sleep, which might bring respite from the miseries of the day, becomes increasingly elusive.

Inhaled marijuana is the only medicine that gives me some relief from nausea, stimulates my appetite, and makes it easier to fall asleep. The oral synthetic substitute, Marinol, prescribed by my doctors, was useless. Rather than watch the agony of my suffering, friends have chosen, at some personal risk, to provide the substance. I find a few puffs of marijuana before dinner gives me ammunition in the battle to eat. A few more puffs at bedtime permits desperately needed sleep.

This is not a law-and-order issue; it is a medical and a human rights issue. Being treated at Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center, I am receiving the absolute gold standard of medical care. But doctors cannot be expected to do what the law prohibits, even when they know it is in the best interests of their patients. When palliative care is understood as a fundamental human and medical right, marijuana for medical use should be beyond controversy.

Sixteen states already permit the legitimate clinical use of marijuana, including our neighbor New Jersey, and Connecticut is on the cusp of becoming No. 17. The New York State Legislature is now debating a bill to recognize marijuana as an effective and legitimate medicinal substance and establish a lawful framework for its use. The Assembly has passed such bills before, but they went nowhere in the State Senate. This year I hope that the outcome will be different. Cancer is a nonpartisan disease, so ubiquitous that it’s impossible to imagine that there are legislators whose families have not also been touched by this scourge. It is to help all who have been affected by cancer, and those who will come after, that I now speak.

Given my position as a sitting judge still hearing cases, well-meaning friends question the wisdom of my coming out on this issue. But I recognize that fellow cancer sufferers may be unable, for a host of reasons, to give voice to our plight. It is another heartbreaking aporia in the world of cancer that the one drug that gives relief without deleterious side effects remains classified as a narcotic with no medicinal value.

Because criminalizing an effective medical technique affects the fair administration of justice, I feel obliged to speak out as both a judge and a cancer patient suffering with a fatal disease. I implore the governor and the Legislature of New York, always considered a leader among states, to join the forward and humane thinking of 16 other states and pass the medical marijuana bill this year. Medical science has not yet found a cure, but it is barbaric to deny us access to one substance that has proved to ameliorate our suffering.

Gustin L. Reichbach is a justice of the State Supreme Court in Brooklyn.
As written in the New York Times

a bedroom rendevous ends in a serious ass kicking

pugilistic sentiment

i had not seen my Mistress in four days and i had really missed being near her and serving her. here is a short blurb of a conversation i had with her upon our reunion.

"Mmmmmm ... hello pet." She elevates a long leg and places Her foot teasingly in front of my face.  She wiggles her long toes provacatively and impatiently.  it is a signal to me that She desires a foot massage. i take Her supple foot in my hand and begin to rub the soft pads of Her feet.

"i missed You Mistress."  i continue to stroke and rub in circles.

"awwwww ... i missed You to pet." suddenly She lowered Her gaze and smiled knowingly.

".... You are a perfect punchingbag." She struck me hard in the groin with the front of Her foot, and i collapsed as if my relay switch had been shortwired and sabotaged..

"now go get me something to eat for dinner pet."

... i bungled away cradling my testicles and left the room.

girl kicking a guys ass

pampered pedicured treatment

i hope that my Mistress will allow me to serve at Her feet in this capacity. i will need to learn how to do this properly, but with appropriate instruction i am sure that i will be able to please Her and do an exemplary job. She deserves to have Her feet pampered and looked after in every "Divine" way.

totally owned by Her

hmmmm ... if hurricanes had Femdomme names

"Hurricane Names" - from ninja 3995

"Who the hell names hurricanes and why do they give them the least threatening names?  If you see on the news that hurricane Erin is blowing through, you're like "Pfft. Erin? I can take that slut". But if it's like hurricane Dicksmasher is coming, you'd pack your bong and leave immediately!

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lets garner the signatures needed to pass the ERA!

are we still living in the dark ages?  the ERA was supposed to be passed into legislation in the 1970s and it has yet to do so. Only three more states need to ratify it to pass.  W/we need 23,000 more signatures to remove the time limit provision on the bill.  The problem is that for the most part W/we only have three days to do this and make O/our voices heard and count.  i am urging everyone that believes strongly in this issue to support the cause of equality for all Women and stop the unequal balance of power and finances between the genders. make Y/your voices heard and sign this petition. it's time to honor all Women and finally ratify the ERA. lets move forward for family, community and society! the ERA will help make this so.  Click on the link below and sign the petition to end the time limitations on the ERA.

http://wh.gov/Ulx

the mere suggestion of snuff play

tonight i was serving my Mistress by rubbing and massaging Her feet while She worked on various facets of Her media empire.  She was in the middle of downloading a large file on Her computer when suddenly She said:
  "Well looks like I need to find something else to do until this file downloads".
I chirped up with what i though was a brilliant, fun suggestion.
  "You could always count and see how long it takes to hold Your breath Mistress." i continued to rub Her feet.  She looked down at me and smiled coldly.

   "I have a better idea. Lets see how long I can force you to hold your breath before passing out? Better yet, i'll take you up to the whole 120. you won't be dead, but at least you will be to the point of becoming a vegetable."  She smacked me hard with the sole of Her foot and snickered at my obvious discomfort with that statement. i continued to massage Her foot, but in fearful silence and consternation.

locker+bully = the past in rewind

i found this comic by Miss Michelle. Her "Fluffy Bunny Domination", comic has a way of addressing sadism with humor and clarity. this particular comic really spoke to me!  i cannot tell Y/you how many times that this happened to me during elementary and middleschool. i was bullied constantly by girls and frankly i was scared to death of them. for some reason they seem to know it and capitalized on it at every occasion. i found myself locked in lockers and other precarious situations more frequently than i would like to remember. little did i know, that these intentional, hurtful, emasculating and dominating Female experiences would solidify my already fractured male psyche and move me further down the path toward male submission.