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Kinky Friedman running for Texas Ag Commissioner: Wants hemp as cash crop!

http://www.kvue.com/news/state/Kinky-Friedman-announces-bid-...

The Texas rancher made the announcement Monday at his ranch just outside of Kerrville.

In a press release Monday Friedman promises he will “legalize the medical and personal use of marijuana and hemp in Texas.” Friedman says that should be a states' rights issue.

The once gubernatorial candidate says he also plans to “restore hemp as a top cash crop in Texas.”

He'll be running on the Democrat ticket but that is fine.

I know who I'm voting for Agricultural Commissioner!
(Not to be confused with Land Commissioner which Jeb Bush Nepot is running against liberty guy David Watts)



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http://texasforkinky.com/

Southern Agrarian

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I would invest in a currency made from hemp. Need a spliff? Just roll a dollar, deflation built right in. No need to find a dealer, just cash your paycheck.

Jk.

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I voted for him when he ran for Governor

He's a big liberal Democrat, but I liked him more than Rick Perry.

I could be wrong but wasn't

I could be wrong but wasn't he anti hunting? I remember people talking about how he was going to try and end all recreational hunting in Texas.

Maybe. He takes in all sorts of animals

He has a big animal rescue place out at his ranch. Mostly dogs, but other animals too.

Hmm probably so, that might

Hmm probably so, that might be a game changer

Southern Agrarian

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Ulfilas

thanks for the heads up on KF and Prop 6. I'm not an "Austin liberal" but have property on Lake Travis, so your post sparked some interesting conversation.
I helped support KF when he ran for Governor. In fact, I got to meet Dean Barkley (Jesse Ventura's former campaign manager) when he was at our house for a KF fund raiser. He was running KF's campaign at the time.

I've never voted for a "D" in my life, and am pretty cynical about the whole process these days, but I would consider limited support.

I think he's the only candidate in history to have "Why the hell not?" as his campaign slogan....;)

Unfortunately, I don't think he'd have any more power to legalize hemp production than he would to ban hunting. Here's a little blurb I found that might explain some of his positions better. Sure, hunting accidents happen, but the chances of someone getting hit by a stray hunting bullet are probably less than getting struck by lightening. His reasoning seems based more on emotion rather than logic.

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Reprinted from Texas Monthly
"Unfair Game Whether they're bagging Bambies or killing quail, hunters have always been a mystery to me. Now it's time to put them in my sights."

by Kinky Friedman

SINCE I'VE FORGOTTEN THE FIRST half of my life, it's rather difficult for me to remember my childhood, but I do recall going hunting at the wise old age of seven for the first and last time. One night my four-year-old brother, Roger, and I went coon hunting near Medina with our neighbor Cabbie. Cabbie had an old coon dog named Rip, and Roger suggested that I kiss the dog on the nose. It was the last time in my life I ever took advice from anyone who is younger than I am. Rip bit me ferociously on my nose, causing excessive bleeding and even more excessive tears.

Eventually the hunt proceeded with Cabbie navigating his Jeep down by a stream under a canopy of beautiful cypress trees. It was a dark, moonless night, and Cabbie told us to look up at the tops of the trees and squeeze the trigger when we saw a pair of eyes. This seemingly simple suggestion was complicated somewhat by the fact that God had chosen that night to envelop the Hill Country in a majestic cathedral sky from which stars peripatetically peeped out through the branches at little children, making it impossible to determine whether you were shooting a raccoon or a star. In the end my brother and I each killed a young ringtail, an animal officially recognized as a varmint by the county. We collected a bounty of $1.50 apiece. We did not inquire back then, nor did the county ever tell us, what bounty they might have offered for killing a star.

Now, you might be asking yourself, "Why is this man sifting through the ashes of his childhood for a poignant hunting story now that hunting season is over?" The answer is that hunting season is never really over, nor, apparently, is this column. Deer season may have ended, but that does not mean any of us are safe from an errant bullet fired by an errant bullethead. It only means that hunters have turned their cold sights from harmless Bambies and creatures that fly higher than their dreams to other prey. There is never a moment when a Texan cannot legally curl his finger 'round a happy trigger. Seasons have been decreed for white-tailed deer, mule deer, pronghorn antelope, alligator, dove, turkey, rabbit, javelina, quail, pheasant, squirrel, and yes, Virginia, that most fearsome of all predators in the wild, the lesser prairie chicken.

Today, however, I do not suffer hunters gladly. I realize, of course, that in a deeper sense all of us are hunting for something, and few of us ever find it. If we do, we often find ourselves killing the thing we love. As Oscar Wilde once so aptly described fox hunting: "The unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable." And yet it goes on and on. Dressed in camouflage, the great white hunters sit in family restaurants, shiver in deer blinds, and swap stories sometimes proud, sometimes wistful for the one that got away. As blameless as bullfighters and butterfly collectors, these men for all seasons continue to wage a one-sided war against creation. They hunt only, they say, to cull the vast deer population. They hunt only to teach kids how to hunt. These are the good reasons they give, but they are not necessarily the real reasons. The truth is a much more difficult animal to track. As an honest old redneck once told me about deer: "I just like to put the brakes on 'em."

Yet ours is not the only culture lacking enough culture not to practice such practices. In my own Peace Corps experience in Borneo, I lived for a time among a nomadic tribe of pygmies known as the Punan. One of the delicacies of the Punan is monkey brains, which I ate on a number of occasions. Monkey brains, perhaps not surprisingly, taste quite similar to lesser prairie chicken. The Punan use blowpipes to kill their game, but these seemingly primitive little people are not without their own values of sportsmanship. They do not shoot an animal until it has seen them coming, which gives their prey a fighting chance to flee. This is a foreign concept to those more-civilized Texans who hunt elk from a helicopter.

Fortunately only about 4 percent of all Texans are licensed hunters. This means that 96 percent of us are relegated to the unhappy status of moving targets. Once the hunters shoot the donkey in the farmer's field, they'll shoot our asses next. A great writer named Anonymous once wrote: "The larger the prey, the more corrupt is the soul of the hunter." This may help explain why so many big-game hunters suffer from erectile dysfunction and run the risk of ending up like Ernest Hemingway, who eventually bagged the biggest game of all, himself. If you live in the Hill Country, however, you're probably just proud to have survived another hunting season without getting your head blown off. This does not necessarily guarantee, of course, that you won't be shot in the buttocks by some bow-hunting nerd like Ted Nugent.

Hunt Hard. Fish Smart. Explore Texas.
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Wow very interesting. It

Wow very interesting. It seems he doesn't actually hate the act of hunting but wants to control somehow (impossible) the method people do hunt. I voted for him in 2006 too because he wasn't Rick Perry. I can relate to his reasoning for not hunting but the view he wants to implement is unreasonable.

Southern Agrarian

I didnt know KF was vegan

...if he's not, and he eats ANY meat produced by big Agri-Livestock Processing Corps., then he is promoting a cruelty far greater than hunters hunting deer.
Honestly, every hunter I know that hunts, eats what they kill. There is a great disconnect between what is on our plates and what we know about the life/death and treatment of the animals we eat.
Kinky is an idiot in my opinion. In the 22 years I have been in Austin, I have never heard him say anything that didnt sound ridiculous and schticky. I wouldnt vote for this mindless liberal in a million years. I have no doubt he could do absolutely squat about legalizing hemp or marijuana.

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agreed

I'd vote for Leslie before voting for Kinky.

“The welfare of the people in particular has always been the alibi of tyrants.” — Albert Camus

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You

know Leslie is dead right?

I sat next to the guy in traffic court one time. He was going at it with APD because had written some declaration(?) on a big trailer/sign hitched to his bicycle, and he liked to park it on 6th street so everyone could see him/it.

One of the funniest reactions I have ever seen was when I was downtown running errands one day. I'm sitting in my vehicle at the light, and some man in a suit who looked like he was in town for a convention or something was strolling on the sidewalk. (he was looking up at the buildings)
Around the corner comes Leslie wearing a black thong, black stilettos, and a black dinner jacket with coattails. I think he had a bow tie on too. (No shirt in the 100 degree summer) The reaction was priceless, but that's what Leslie was into. He thrived on the attention he got from being so outrageous. He was a trip.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leslie_Cochran

I guess Friedman isn't a whole lot different. (thong aside)o_O

Noooooooo

You just bummed me out, man. I once swam with Leslie at Barton Springs (not the part where you pay). May he rest in peace.

What about that guy with a tricycle, who would ride around with a little black dog on his trailer. Is he still around?

Man, I miss Austin.

“The welfare of the people in particular has always been the alibi of tyrants.” — Albert Camus

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Can't

disagree. I supported him when he ran as an indy, but it never really felt right. His aloof attitude toward the whole thing made him hard to support. The alternatives were likened to either a kick in the groin or a punch in the teeth. It was more to poke a finger in the eye of the establishment than anything.

I was heavily invested in Medina though. I remember when the DP helped put her on the map of Texas politics by getting her in the debates.

Someone had also posted a PPP here that was asking the public where they should poll next, and we "persuaded" them to poll the Texas race which showed DM within a couple of points of KBH. That's when Beck and the rest of the operatives went to work destroying her, because they knew that historically an incumbent would get beaten in a run-off.

What's that old saying,"once bitten twice shy?" I feel like I've been in a piranha tank for the last 14 years...It's hard to keep any faith in this corrupt system..

Contingency plans have once again become first priority. Any resources (energy, money, time) left over after that, may go sparingly into politics..

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It was more to poke a finger in the eye of the establishment than anything.

Yep same here.

Southern Agrarian

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Jefferson

Thanks for the info. Most interesting perspectives.

He's the man.
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You're

welcome.
I like the quote in that sig btw... succinct and so true..

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Southern Agrarian