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OBLIGATORY FILLER MATERIAL – ESCAPE FROM STALAG SULTANATE, Part 1

That reminds me of a story.
“HELLFIRE AND DALMATIANS!” I shouted to no one in particular.
“What’s the problem, dear?” Esme asks in that way she has of telling me to calm down without having to say it directly.
“This bloody fucking country. A day late and several dollars short.” I fume. “Can’t get a new liquor license because of the bloody COVID. Can’t go to a hotel bar and have a snort because of the bloody COVID. Can’t even slip across the border to Dubai and soak up some room service and buckets of complimentary cocktails because of the bloody COVID.”
Yes, the Sultanate of Oman, in its infinitesimal wisdom, has traditionally followed other GCC countries by at least three months in making any sort of proclamations regarding this latest bugaboo: the hideous, deadly, itchy, loathsome, and possibly serially bent, noxious, pandemical COVID-19; aka, this pandemic’s entry for flu.
Their response is one of immense knee-jerk without first having thought of the consequences.
“Bloody lockdown, 2100 to 0700. What is this, the whole fucking country’s been bad and now being sent to bed without any supper?” I wondered aloud. “Idiot benchodes.”
Even Esme couldn’t come up with a rejoinder to that.
“Plus they close all the bars. And all the hotels. And the fucking bottle shops. It’s not enough that these fucking Muppets jack the ‘sin tax’ on booze and cigars by 100%, now they’re not even legally available.” I swore.
Of course, once you’ve spent even a small portion of the time that I have in the Middle East, you have your connections. Your system. Your access to the seedy underbelly of any society; the venerable Black Market.
Jesus Q. Christ on toast with baked beans, fried tomatoes, black pudding, and mushrooms, I could get most anything in the Middle East, be it legal, shady, or just plain illegal. However, before you all recoil in horror that the venerable Dr. Rocknocker dabbles in the prohibited, just remember: the ends always dojustify the means.
“I'm telling you, Esme dear; this Gulf story is getting too complicated. The weasels have started closing in.” I complain to Es as she hands me a fresh drink.
“Do you think…?” Esme asks expectantly.
Esme is more than ready to go. I’ve used this place as a base of operations for years whilst I wear out the Omani legal system suing those asswipes that think just because they’re local and I’m a kafir, they’re immune to the law.
I’ve spent a long, profitable and time-consuming period of the last few years proving them wrong.
But, time was marching onwards. I agreed with Esme, we’ve milked this particular cash cow dry. It was time to hitch up our bootstraps, call it a day, and get the hell out of Dodge.
But not before I took care of a few loose ends.
Now, the country had recently lost its venerable Sultan, who croaked back in January of this year.
Sultan Qaboos was a good egg, friend to expat and local alike. Did a shitload of good for this benighted Middle East sandpit. Dragged it kicking and screaming out of the 12th century into, well, not exactly the 21st, but a whole hell of a lot closer.
He realized that he needed revolutionary, not evolutionary change in the country. By revolutionary, he needed American, British, Canadian, and the like Western Expats here to do the heavy thinking and lifting and Eastern Expats like Indians, Bangladeshis and Nepalese to do all the scut work.
Yeah, I know. That sounds racist as fuck, but sometimes that’s the way the ball bounced.
Simple evolution of society where Omanis graduated the local equivalent of grade school, through high school, into University, and finally into Entry level jobs in the oil and gas industry wasn’t going to cut it. Took too long and the country needed a serious cash flow now.
So, that’s what he did. And it worked a treat.
Then he died.
And his chosen took over.
Except his chosen was pretty much antithetical to everything the previous and very revered and successful, Sultan wanted.
Soon, there are 100% ‘sin taxes’ aimed directly at the western expats. Tourists included.
Then there’s quotas and ‘Letters of No Objection’, which are impossible to get so that the Eastern Expats can’t switch jobs.
Then, there are Sultanic proclamations of new taxes on tourists, new taxes on fast food, new taxes on this, that and the other. Then there’s, in his own words, “Oman is for Omanis”, blatantly ridiculous and xenophobic Omanization, and the general swipe at all expats.
“GET OUT.”
This was the clear message of the new sultan.
He wanted to take over and possibly nationalize all the oil workings in the country.
Ask Venezuela, Iran, and Myanmar how well that worked out for them.
Then he wants all expats out on their asses. He wants Omanis to take over all the jobs, even though they’re nowhere near educated nor experienced enough for the positions. Then take up the massive GDP slack in lower oil production and oil prices with tourism.
Given everything else, that last line should be enough to get him off the throne.
He’s fucking nuts if he thinks people are going to want to cruise or overland anywhere near a place where foreigners are seen only as a cash supply, are despised, and would welcome these all new 100% tax levies.
Be that as it may, Esme and I decided that we have had enough of 135O F summer temperatures, virtual house arrest under the guise of a COVID lockdown, and idiots who were the only ones stupid or twisted enough not to vamoose when the great, big bloody letters were clearly written on the wall.
But, there was the physical act of getting out of the country.
Now, I had plenty of strings which I could pull, but I decided I’d start low and save those until we really needed them.
So low, in fact, we went to the US Embassy in Muscat.
“How low can you go?” reverberated through my head.
What a haven of sad-sacks, flubadubs, and third rate hobbyists.
Was either Esme or I surprised that when we finally secured an invitation to the embassy, that required a bit of string-pulling with the ex-Ambassador to Oman, now in Kabul; that besides the peach-fuzz faced Marine guarding the place, we were the only Americans in the joint?
“This is American soil!” I laughed, as I pulled out a huge Cuban cigar and was immediately told to extinguish it. “We’re as American as apple pie and napalm! We file our fucking 1040s every April; I pay my fucking long-distance taxes and demand US assistance to vacate this gloomy place of sandy, sweaty, sultry Sturm und Drang!”
“Shut up, Rock”, Esme chided me, “They don’t understand English. Much less, the florid English the way you trowel it on.”
“Fuckbuckets”, I remonstrated. “Here I had memorized the whole Patrick Henry speech he made to the Second Virginia Convention on March 23, 1775, at St. John's Church in Richmond, Virginia. Troglodytes. No admiration for the classics.”
“Rock, dear?” Esme noted, “It’s almost 1100 hours. Best to get to our appointment.”
True, our appointment was slated for 1100 hours. But around here, anything starting within three hours of the stated time was considered close enough.
We dragged ourselves, none too cheerfully, to the waiting room. Once we pried open the door, there was the usual “If you hear a high pitched wail, hit the deck” signs, and other things one could do while kissing one’s ass goodbye if there was a terrorist attack, we had a whole new slew of bullshit with which to deal.
“Social distancing. 6 feet. Or if you’re from Baja Canada, 1 cow’s length.”
“Must wear a mask. Bandanna, bandoliers, and large-caliber weapons or sombrero optional.”
“No sitting. Faux Naugahyde seats are too difficult to sterilize. You must stand at attention, do not talk amongst yourselves, and remain patient until your number is called.”
“Well, fuck!”, I snorted quietly, as I raised my first secret flask in rapt attention to our old glory of red, white, and blue.
“Good thing they didn’t say nothin’ about getting a load on. If I’m going to be treated like cattle, I’m going to at least have something to chew on in the process.”
“Oh, lord”, Esme grumbled, “You didn’t bring that Japanese Rye Whiskey with you, did you?”
“ルハイム”, I said, which is Japanese for “L’chaim”!
“Oh, hell”, Esme grinned as she borrowed my flask, “This is going to be a long day.”
I began to protest but remembered that I was wearing my Agency-issued field vest. I must have had at least 5 or 6 more flasks lurking around in those pockets somewhere.
Funny aside: they don’t bother with my going through an X-ray machine nor do they confiscate my phone, radio, knives, nor other field equipment when I go to the US Embassy.
It took them almost two solid hours last time, and by the time they got to my Brunton Compass, emergency flasks, a few spare blasting cap boosters, and saw the label sewn into the back of my vest, they decided they’d just send Rack and Ruin some evil Emails and let me pass unmolested.
“I’ll drink to that”, I say as I raise a flask as the locals raise an eyebrow. “Courtesy of Atheists International. We’re here for your children…”
The collective gasps and growls indicate they weren’t happy with me or my betrothed.
“Don’t care, Buckwheat”, I smiled, “Never did, never will. We’re out of here for good. You can curse my name all you want then. But, then again, why you standing in the American Embassy trying to get a visa to visit the land of the great evil empire?”
All the locals and most of the Eastern Expats crowded into a corner as far away from us as they physically could.
“BOO!” I snickered over a shot of Wild Turkey 101 Rye.
“Now serving number 58! Number 58!” came the call over the tannoy.
“Look at that”, I remarked to Es as I stashed both our flasks, “It’s only 12:35. Record time.”
We both shimmy into the glass-fronted and presumably bullet- but not C-4 resistant- glass.
We pick up the telephones there and acknowledge that we are who we said we were.
The East Indian fella, one Harsh Talavalakar, behind the multiple layers of glass asked us why we were here.
“Didn’t you read the appointment card?” I asked, “We’re here to have Uncle Sam get us passage out of this sordid and sultry place.”
“You are American citizens?” he asked, vacantly.
“That’s what it says on appointment cards and these here blue passports,” I replied.
“Well, how was I to know?” he scoffed, returning to his half-consumed powdered sugar doughnut.
“Maybe read the appointment card and see that we are US Citizens here on the behest of Ambassador Bethesda Orun?” I replied.
“Like I have time to read everything that comes across my desk”, he scoffed again.
I tapped on the glass to make certain I had his full attention.
“Look here, Herr Harsh. I’m not sure how you got this job at the American Consulate but want to be very clear with you. My wife and I are residents of this place for the last 20 years. We’re American citizens of very high standing and have more high powered connections than an Arduino in a nuclear power station. We have direct connections with Langley, Virginia and if you want to retain your cushy job, you’ll put down that fucking doughnut and pay very rapt attention to the two Americans standing here who are getting more and more irritated with some Indian benchode that doesn’t think he has to really do his job. You savvy? You diggin’ me, Beaumont
I guess the benchode got his attention. The two scowls he received from Esme and myself sort of cemented the idea that we’re not too pleased and not with to be trifled.
“Yes, sir?” he said, “And ma’am”, as Harsh quickly corrected himself as the doughnut disappeared.
“We want out. Gone. Vamoose. Outta here. AMF. You got me?” he nods behind the shatterprone glass.
“Now I know the borders are sealed and the airport’s closed, but fuck that. We want out and we want gone for good. I can’t make that much simpler or clearer. Get after it, son.” I said, as seriously as I could.
“Well, sir”, he began, “ The airport’s closed…”
“Are you deaf or born stupid and been losing ground ever since?” I asked, rhetorically. “I know that. We all know that. My HAT knows that. So, what devious little plan does the US Embassy have in store in just such an unsavory situation?”
“Well”, he chokes a bit, “There’s this unofficial lottery where America citizens are issued random numbers and if their number comes up, there are seats made available on special clandestine charter flights.”
Considering that Es and I are some of the last American citizens left in the country, I thought our chances might be pretty good.
“OK”, I said, “Let us have two of your finest numbers.”
“Yes, sir”, he said, “That will be US$500 total.”
“Excuse me?” I said.
“Oh, yes”, he smirked, “US$250 per number. Chances are you’ll never be called, but with these numbers, at least you stand a chance.”
“OK”, I said, “Forget the numbers. I want your name and operating number. I’ve got a report to file that’s due in Virginia before breakfast.”
“Oh, sir”, he smirked more, “I cannot release that information. Thanking you. Now be having a good day.” And he slammed the supposedly bulletproof shield between himself and Es and me.
“Bulletproof? Maybe. Nitro proof? No fucking way.” I groused as I fished out a couple of blasting cap superfast boosters.
“Calm down, dear”, Esme smiled to me as we walked out, “When he wasn’t looking, I took his picture, got his operating number, and full name. In fact, I think I got some information on where he lives…”
In the cab on the way back to our villa, I reviewed and confirmed Es’s subterfuge. Flasks number 6 and 8 needed serious replenishment by the time we arrived home.
“That’s fucking right, Ruin.” I yelled over the phone, “We need extraction. And now. Along with our personal effects and a few hundredweight of ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ boxes of stuff we need to be transported.”
“Well, Rock”, Agent Ruin replied, “That’s a tall order. Usually, extraction is for one person and the stuff they’re wearing. Tell you what. Let Rack and I work on it for a week or so. We’ll arrange transport of your personal effects, then we’ll see about getting you and Esme to Dubai. At least there, you can order a plane. Hell, knowing you, you’ll get Tony Stark to fly in and provide door to door service. Sit tight. We’ll be back in touch.”
“Good!” I say as I slam the phone down. With these newfangled cellphone telephone instruments, they lack the same sort of satisfying “KER FUCKING CLANG” the old landlines used to have.
“Es!”, I yelled, “Start packing. We’re due out of here within a week.”
That meant we needed to do some packing triage:
• Things going home with us.
• Things being shipped.
• Things being sold.
• Things being left behind.
• Things no one was about to get their furry little mitts on.
“Oh, fuck!”, I startled. I had just remembered the John Wick-ian stash of various explosives, and adjunct materials I had buried in the basement. Obviously, I couldn’t take it home with me, I couldn’t sell it, and I sure as festering frothing fuck wasn’t going to leave it here.
I needed to call one of my more shifty and swarthy friends and arrange for passage out to the deep, dark desert. Around the area where the new sultan had opened a couple of brand new landfills.
Looks like I was going to expand them a few meters once we disposed of the few hundred kilos of accumulation I attained over the last few years.
See, I’m a packrat. I never leave nor toss anything that might be convenient. Might have a benefit. Might prove to be useful sometime down the line.
So, I’ve accumulated a bit of kit.
Like…well…a few hundred sticks of Du Pont 60% Extra Fast Dynamite. A couple dozen spools of Z-4 Primacord, in various degrees of fullness. A shitload of C-4; enough bricks for a Floydian wall. A couple, well, a dozen, well, two dozen cases of binary liquid explosives. Hey, this stuff is hard to come by…
Continuing, several thousand blasting caps and superfast flash blasting cap boosters. Some mercury fulminate. Some nitrogen triiodide. A couple tens of pounds of PETN. An equal amount of RDX. A few Erlenmeyer flasks full of shit even I’m not certain of what it is…
Oh.
And a few kilos of freshly decanted, raw nitroglycerin; packed in sturdy wooden boxes lined with new fuzzy lamb’s wool.
Not that much. Just 10 or 12 kilos.
Yeah. I can’t leave that here. Even a small accident with this stuff would lay waste to not only our villa; but my landlord’s villa with whom we share a common wall.
Besides, as Omanis go, my landlord was the only dishdasha dressed denizen for which I had any respect or admiration. He was a good guy. I needed to return his villa at least in some semblance of what I received when we first rented from him.
So, I had to dispose of many, many billions of kilojoules of potential energy. I needed to do this out in a distant and far away from prying ears and eyes regions and I needed a truck to haul this stuff out to the range.
To be continued…
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TrapoChapHouse just released a user survey. It's about what you'd expect. tl;dr inside

As part of a 125000 subscriber special, ya bois in CTH released a survey(archived) of their users. If you've been wondering what makes the average commie tick, there's some good info to be gleaned here.

Data

The survey had a total of 6,672 responses as I write this - this was a self-select poll, so there should be some skew expected, but we can expect this to be more than a representative sample, with a 1.53% margin of error at a 99% confidence level.

Age

Nearly 2/3 (61.5%) of CTH users are at or under under the age of 25, with the single largest group being 18-21, at 26.4%. More than a third (36.6%) are at or below the legal drinking age.
Reddit, on the other hand, has the largest category of its users in the 30-49 age range at 34%, and 22% between 18 and 29. https://www.techjunkie.com/demographics-reddit/#Age_and_Gender.
Chapo's userbase is therefore a great deal younger than most of Reddit.

Gender

Mostly guys - 79.6% male, 12.4% female. This shows a troubling lack of representation, being more skewed Male than Reddit as a whole at 67-69%.
Chapo, for all their bluster, is another patriarchy-dominated space with comparatively little female representation. Yikes. Perhaps women just aren't into advocating murder?
The next option down is mentally ill non-binary with 5.6%, with a smattering of troll answers and "rather not say" claiming the last 2.4%.
Speaking of mental illness, nearly one in ten (9.2%) identify as transgender, with that number going up to 13.1% if we include the "I am unsure" responses. (Quick show of hands, who here is sure whether they're trans or not?)

Race

Mostly white, as if that were a surprise. 77.6% of Chapos are white. Going down the list from there, we have 6.3% Hispanic, 2.8% black, 2.5% Indian (dot, not tipi), 2.3% Arab, 2.1% east Asian, with smaller groups claiming insignificant percentages from there.
This makes CTH less diverse than Reddit, which is 65% white, 15% hispanic, and 12% black as its largest groups.
So, we can conclude that Chapo is not only sexist, it is also racist. After all, big tech has taught us that identity is everything, and it's the color of your skin, not the content of your character, that matters.

Mental illness (again)

Nearly a fifth (18.6%) of Chapos identify as "neurodivergent". If that sounds like some bit of intersectional pomo newspeak horseshit, you'd be right.
The classification of neurodivergence (e.g. autism, ADHD, dyslexia, bipolarity) as medical/psychiatric pathology has no valid scientific basis.
In any case, you can substitute this term for the phrase "mental illness", either self-diagnosed or otherwise, and be correct.

Celibacy

51% of Chapos engage in a bit of the old in out in out, while 49% are some variety of incel.

Language

13.6% of Chapos do not speak English as their primary language. Given the USA's most common language is English, 80% of the time, some percentage of these people are likely not US citizens. We'll get back to that in a minute.
I'd be willing to bet, but cannot prove, these are the people most vocal about how the US should be run.

Religion

Okay, before reading further, just guess what the primary religious beliefs of the average ersatz-communist is.
Guesses made?
50.8% of Chapos claim to be atheist, with a further 26% claiming to be agnostic (a pretty meaningless term).
So, communists are mostly godless. This isn't exactly unknown.
As to the remaining 76.8% of Chapos who don't disclaim religion outright, 7.6% (with some sub-0.1% amount +/- since the chart doesn't go into detail on the tiniest responses) claim some sort of Christianity.
Someone wanna explain that one to me?
Comparing that to Reddit.. there's not a lot of good data. We can make a guess though, given the general popularities of /atheism vs /christianity (and its offshoots like /catholicism and /orthodoxchristianity). The educated guess would be that Reddit skews atheist, but it's impossible to say with certainty how this stacks up vs Chapo.

Country

67.6% of Chapos live in the USA, which means just under a third (32.4%) live outside the country. The largest group of the non-Americans are A FUCKING LEAF (Canada) with 6.6%, the limey Brits claiming another 6.6%, and Old Zealand with 3.6%.

Where in the USA (is Carmen Sandiego?)

The single largest region claimed by Chapos is the Midwest, with 22.7%, followed by northeast at 19.6%, southeast at 13.7%, and the west coast with 11.8%.
If we divide the entire group of respondents into whether they're "coastal" or not, that gets us roughly 56.9% (plus or minus a few, since the region categories are fuzzy).
Either way, the "coastal left" stereotype seems mostly confirmed.

Education conditions

The "do you have a degree" split is right down the middle, with 50.5% of Chapos having no degree, and 49.5 having an associates or better. The largest category, 29.8%, has a bachelors.
5.7% of Chapos never finished high school, and 29.2% started and never finished college.

Employment

Place your bets..
40% of Chapos are unemployed or employed less than full time.
18.5% claim "employed student", but this could be either full or part time. Given what communists think of capitalism and hard work, the answer is likely part, but it is not possible to say definitively from the answers.
If I make the easy generalization and say that those employed students are all working part time, the previous figure jumps to 58.5% of Chapos being unemployed or employed less than full time.
35.6% are employed full time or self-employed. You may now proceed to speculate about what "self employment" is for a capital-hating communist.

Finances

Now we get to the good stuff.
43% of Chapos make less than 20K a year. Given the previous stat that places most of them in coastal areas, likely with high costs of living, I would venture an educated guess that most are below the poverty line.
Remember that 30K a year is $15/hour before taxes. With that line in the sand drawn, it means that 44.3% of Chapos are making at or below entry level wages.
A few of them (4.6%) claim to make more than $100K a year. These users should leave immediately, because they'd be first up against the wall when the communist revolution takes hold.
94.7% of Chapos are in some kind of debt with 48.2% of that debt being, unsurprisingly, student loans. 42.2% of Chapos have a debt value below $1K, with 52.5% having more than that.
71.8% describe their material conditions as "comfortable" or "adequate".

Living conditions

Again, place your bets, and get ready to have a stereotype confirmed
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41.9% of Chapos live with their parents!
20.8% live with friends or roommates, with an additional 20% living with a significant other. 13.7% live alone.
Only 8.9% of Chapos are homeowners.

Ideology

Some form of extreme leftism is, shockingly enough, the most common ideology claimed.
This was clearly a "pick multiple" answer because the percentages given go above 100%, but "democratic socialist" was the most common choice with 35.2%, 22.2% communist, 18.1% Marxist, and so forth.
2% actually claimed Juche (the extreme socio-political system North Korea runs under) - whether this was for pure meme value or sincerely held, it's hard to say.
54.2% of Chapos claim to be a member of a political part or organization.

Voting

Only 37% of Chapos voted in the 2016 primaries. Of those that couldn't:
30.4% were not American (shock!) 18.2% were too young 12.1% just didn't vote 2.3% lost the right to vote
(These numbers are roughly the same for voting in the Presidental election, only varying by a few percent)
Speaking of which, 52.7% of Chapo voters voted for Bernie, with 39.9% voting for Hillary during the primaries. WHen it came to the presidential election, 45.4% voted for Hillary, with a full third deciding not to vote outright once Bernie was out of the running.
Maybe CTH should shut the fuck up about American politics if they can't/won't exercise their ability to do anything about it?
If the Dem primaries were held today, 71.8% of Chapos would vote again for Bernie.

Conclusions:

The average Chapo:
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DEMOLITION DAYS, Part 47

continuing
As I was picking myself up off the shooter’s shack floor, I glanced over to the TV.
The ballplayers were all wandering around the field, looking skyward. Evidently, there was this hellacious explosion…even the television sports commentators were speculating as to what happened.
Whoops.
I looked out into the quarry. The wall that I had charged had receded some 75 feet.
There was rather a large amount of shattered, blasted dolomitic limestone now in the quarry. Enough, I found out later, for a full month’s worth of orders.
We never did find the blasting mats. I think they sort of evaporated.
Luckily, the quarry is essentially an open amphitheater in plan view; basically a big hole in the ground with vertical limestone walls. The shockwave of the blast that didn’t spend itself shattering the limestone into which it was housed, blew out laterally, hit the opposite quarry wall, rebounded, and then dispersed, rather energetically, vertically upward.
I set off car alarms for a 20 block radius.
There were no broken home windows, as the lion’s share of the shock wave was redirected upward.
Good thing there were no low flying zeppelins or dirigibles in the area...
I waited the requisite time to allow for any loafers. There were none, so I jumped into the nearest wheel loader and began clearing the quarry floor. Hell, I had to so I could open the front gate.
As I was clearing the floor, making pile number eight of the loose rock I had liberated, I heard the characteristic whoop-whoop of emergency vehicles.
I parked the wheel loader, opened the front gate, and raised the green flag. That was enough blasting for one day.
A few minutes later, three police cars zoom into the site. Two were local city cops, and one was a state trooper.
“Hi, guys!” I waved, “Nice day, innit?”
“Doctor Rock! We should have known.” One of the local boys groaned.
“Hey, I did call you beforehand, as per procedure,” I said.
Polack the cop walks up, just knowing I was responsible. “Yeah, but we didn’t figure on you terrorizing the entire city.”
“Polack! How goes it?” I asked.
The other local cop and the state trooper look to Polack, “You know this maniac?”
“Oh, hell yeah. For years. Don’t worry, the good doctor is mostly harmless.” He chuckles.
“Damn. OK. I guess everything’s OK. Just no more shooting today, please, Doctor. It’s going to take hours to calm everyone down.” He laments.
“Yes, sir. I’m done for the day.” I reply, snickering slightly.
The one local and state trooper depart, shaking their heads in amazement. This left Polack to follow me over to the shooter’s shack to mooch a cigar and whatever else he can find.
“Jesus Hula-Dancing Christ, Rock. What the hell was that? I was all the way out in Whitewatosa and heard you.” He asks as he sneakily snakes a smoke out of my case.
“Just some common chemicals in the proper proportions.” I snicker.
“Which were?” he asks.
I go in the back of the shed and toss him an empty container of one of the parts of the binaries I used. He catches it, reads the label, and drops it like a live grenade.
“Binaries? Fuck! Like what you used at the tower?” he asks.
“Yep. I used just a little more.” I reply.
“Little more? Damn, as I said, we’ve been briefed on the stuff. This shit’s nasty.” He shakes his head.
“Yeah. Fun, too.” I reply.
Polack grabs a Sprechler’s Cream Soda out of the fridge as I opt for a cold Cream Ale and shot of potato juice. Hell, I was done for the day, so…
We sit around and have a chat, just shooting the shit, as it were. Manly topics, so the conversation eventually steered over to guns.
“Hey!” Polack remembers, “That’s right! You fucking owe me. Let me borrow that fucking cannon you carry. I want to show the chief a thing or two.”
“Yeah, that’s right”, I agree, “When do you need it?”
“This Friday, after shift. It’s the monthly qualifiers for us.” He notes.
“Are pyromaniacs allowed in?” I ask.
“To observe? Sure. To shoot? Nope. Insurance regulations.” He says.
“What time?” I continue.
“1800 hours.” He tells me.
“I’ll be there. I’ll bring my gun and an assortment of loads. Hey, this could be fun!” I evilly smile.
“Doctor. You’re doing that thing again. You’re grinnin’ like a shithouse rat. You know how much that scares me. Stop it.” He pleads.
“No worries. Friday at 1800 hours.” I reply, grinning.
Polack slurps down his Sprechlers, snitches another stogie, and squeals out of the quarry in a cloud of dense dolomitic dust.
I arrive back at our flat, after stopping for two frozen custard Turtle Sundaes, to go. I give one to an appreciative wife and I ask her about her day.
“Oh, went shopping with Oma. Got the cutest shoes, and a new purse, and…oh well, never mind. You’ll see.”
Between bites of Turtle Sundae, she asks how my day went.
“Oh, my dear. I had a real blast.” I replied, not lying in the least.
Monday, after my first classes, I’m back in the faculty lounge, savoring a Greenland Coffee.
There was the usual instructor chatter when Dean Vermiculari walks in.
“Good morning, Dean!” I say. “Care for a sit-down and a coffee?”
“Good morning, Doctor Rock. Yes, please to both.” He replies.
I fix us both a fresh Greenland Coffee and return to our table. I hand him one and sit down to savor my soupçon.
“How was your weekend?” I ask the Dean of the College.
“Oh, very nice. Had a fine time catching some perch and crappie out on Lake Genever. I see you had a victorious weekend as well. Twice.” He smiles.
“Twice?” I asked.
“Well, your handling of the tower demolition made all the papers. Very, very well done, Doctor. I congratulate you.” He smiles.
“Thank you, Dean. That means a lot. Just doing what I can with what I’ve got. But twice?” I replied.
“It wasn’t front-page news, but I saw there was some, well, let us just say, ‘energetic activity’ out at the Silurian reef limestone quarry yesterday.” He grinned.
“Oh, yes. I had a job to do and well, as I always say: ‘Nothing succeeds like excess.” I smile back.
“Quite. This beverage you’ve created is really rather extraordinary, Doctor. Again, I thank you.” He tips his mug my direction in the age-old Midwestern salute.
“It’s a little recipe I picked up on my last expedition to the northlands. I grew rather fond of the concoction.” I replied.
“Ah, I see. Marvelous.” He smiles.
“Thank you, Dean. High praise indeed.” I reply.
“Which leads me to…ah, Doctor Rock. I have another favor to impose upon you.” He says, all serious.
“Yes, Dean? How can I be of service?” I ask.
“We, as you no doubt know, have many, many fine extractive mineral company connections. We actually receive quite a large amount of funding and endowments from them. They recruit here extensively for our young geoscientists. Now, since Dr. Pataariki has left for industry himself, I would like to appoint you as the College of Natural Sciences corporate liaison.” He explains.
“Indeed?” I replied, too stunned for words for once.
“Yes, indeed.” He continues, “It will require travel, mostly domestic, and delivering symposia at various companies on differing extractive geological subjects. You will also serve as host and university coordinator when they are present on recruiting tours. There will, of course, be additional remuneration to accompany the added responsibilities.”
I slurped my coffee, thinking furiously.
“Could I please first discuss it with my wife before I answer?” I ask.
“Oh, Doctor. Of course, of course. Take your time. I will not require a reply until… tomorrow.” He smiles, finishes his coffee, thanks me again, and toddles out.
“Yow, Es!” I exclaim, “This is one hell of an opportunity. It’s never before been offered to a junior professor. This will cement my tenure-track. It’s going to be a bitch with time, though. What do you think I should do?”
“Well, Rock, honey, I think you should do…” Es begins.
“No! None of that ‘do what you think is best’ stuff. I want your own thoughts, just like when I decided to go after my doctorate.” I explained.
“OK, then.” Esme looks all serious like she’s going to deliver a bipartisan political speech.
“Yes.” She says, firmly
“That’s it?” I ask.
“Yep. You asked I answered. We’ll make it work. We always do. You can’t let the Dean down. You will accept tomorrow without fear or qualms of your wife’s hesitations, of which I harbor none.” Esme proclaims.
“Did I ever tell you of the myriad reasons I love you so?” I ask.
The next morning I meet with Dean Vermiculari. He’s pleased that I accept and hands over to me the charter. Then the lists of company representatives, their contact information, and some other secret stuff that I can’t divulge right yet.
A raft of oil companies will be coming in the late spring semester, so I need to contact each and every one to solidify dates, times and positions for which they’re recruiting. But that’s for then, I have something more proximal for now.
I have a Friday appointment with Polack the cop at the town police shooting range.
I arrive spot on time with my Casull .454 Magnum pistol, in its carry bag, along with a small duffel crammed with Pyrodex, Tannerite, and selection of specialty loads I had Herman the German, the inveterate gunsmith, create.
Herman the German, his actual sobriquet, was this incredible gunsmith, craftsman, and all-around artillery specialist. Have any sort of problem with a rifle, shotgun, or pistol? See Herman. Gun holding too high? See Herman. Barrel warped? See Herman. Need solid gold projectiles for a certain one-off job? See Herman.
Herman the German can sort it out.
Just never ask him: “How?”
“Ach! I’ve lived so long to learn, and you want it free? I’ll fix it, you pay, but I am only one knowing how!”
Herman was a cranky old Kraut, and has lived here for as long as anyone can remember. Even my Grandfather had deferred to Herman when he had some particularly delicate machining operation that need special attention and was unique.
As far as anyone knew, Herman had no family, but was never at a loss for friends. He was one of the most popular, and well known, but still oddly really unknown, kind of mysterious, old bastards in the entire community.
Herman the German liked me because I could obtain for him certain high-energy things he couldn’t. All were entirely legal, but some were sort of out there in the gray zone.
He also liked that I was educated, as he held education in the highest esteem. He also liked that I was of German extraction myself.
I often made it a point to drop by with odd and unusual high-octane potables while never expecting anything in return other than a story or a shared cigar.
Herman created some special loads for my .454 Magnum, which he prized.
“I like your gun, Doctor Rock, it is so big! I can still see well enough to build things for it.” He told me one day over cheroots and Schnapps.
Herman was a character to be certain. It must have been the pixie in him to dream up some of the specialty rounds he created for me to share with the local constabulary.
He lived out in the county by himself in an old farmhouse. He had a full machine shop in his basement, complete with forge, metal handling equipment, and a firing test range.
He handed back my .454, rather solemnly.
“Doctor, I am afraid to say I couldn’t test all the special rounds I’ve created for you. I need to patch the hole in the cinder blocks in the downstairs range. Your gun punched right through the back…” he apologized.
Now, Herman does all sorts of work on the local’s deer rifles, the police’s ordinance and has even worked some with the Baja Canada National Guard. Some of the little novelties he’s dreamed up for me are the first to escape his homemade basement test range.
I felt oddly honored.
After proving who I was to the nice range officer, I looked around trying to find Polack.
“It’s 1550. Where the hell is Polack? I wondered.
“Rock! Over here.” Polack calls to me.
He motions me outside to the police department’s tactical outdoor range. I had thought all along he was referring to the indoors police target range. This might pose some problems.
The tactical range was a series of clapboard shacks, all setup and designed to represent some downtrodden urban inter-city landscape. There were a couple of junked cars, broken sidewalks, storefronts, houses, bus stops…in short, all things necessary to replicate the seediest sections of a settlement where malefactors live and breed.
The cops all run around this range, shooting at bad guy pop-up cut-outs and avoid the not-bad-guy pop-up cut-outs. They’ve got music blaring, firecrackers going off, all trying to re-create a shady deeply urban environment. Points are awarded by the accuracy of fire on the run, time to maneuver the course, and the ability of not gunning down innocent bystanders.
It is not the best place to test a .454 Cusall. This hand cannon recoils like a fundamentalist Christian being solicited for donations to Anton LaVey, shoots flames and incandescent gasses like Smaug after a hard night of drinking and a stop at the Taco Bell buffet, is louder than a dime-store Karen demanding to see a Manager, and more powerful than a Ghost Pepper suppository.
To quote Joe Piscopo: “It shoots through schools.” Especially faux-schools made of plywood.
A .32 or .38 cop special is the correct weapon here; even a 9mm is a little heavy. Enough power to make a serious dent, easy on control, light on the recoil…a good tactical weapon.
But, nothing succeeds like excess.
Polack’s Chief is running around, capping off his ‘big ol’ .44 Magnum, and making the valley echo. He punches considerable holes in the pop-up cut-outs, but has such a hard time handling the recoil, his score is barely passable.
Polack runs his test with his standard 9mm sidearm and qualifies easily. However, he’s nowhere near done with his Chief yet.
I suggest to Polack we have a shoot-off. And since a .44 Magnum bullet ‘is so close to a .454 Magnum’, which it isn’t…the .454 Casull generates nearly 85% more recoil energy than the .44 Magnum; that we’d need something other than holes punched in plywood to judge the efficacy of each.
We are literally just down the road from Max Yazzer’s farm and market. They’re the place you go for your Halloween jack-o-lantern. However, now, he has a surplus of melons.
I think you can see where this is headed…
I borrow Polack’s personal conveyance and run down to Max’s farm. I return with a trunk-load of elderly, overripe, cheap as chips, melons. Watermelons, Honeydews, Musks, and Casabas.
We place them in strategic areas on the course, five for the Chief to find, and five for Polack.
A .44 vs. a .454 melon-wise results in pretty much the same sort of mess: high-velocity fruit spatter. Although, the Chief was very impressed by the report of the .454. So, after running the tactical-melon course, clear demarcation of a winner was elusive.
OK, OK, clever dicks. How about this? A standing shoot-off? We’ll set up 3 melons each at 30, 20, and 10 yards. Beginning at 30 yards, your time will be until you take out all three melons. But, they’re not going to be in a straight line, we’re going to make them somewhat camouflaged. You will stand in one small demarcated area, hunt those miscreant melons, and bring them to justice. Fastest time and greatest display wins, as determined by the Police Peanut Gallery.
Polack and the Chief agree.
The Chief goes first and dispatches the melons, with a fair amount of spatter, in 15.3 seconds.
Not bad.
Polack is next. He wipes out all the melons and creates some thoroughly impressive displays with Herman’s ‘special’ rounds. Normal ballistics for the .454 are, for a 250 grain (16 g) bullet, a muzzle velocity of over 2,400 feet per second, developing up to 2,800 ft-lb of energy.
Herman’s hot loads are double that.
Polack wins the day on impressive high-velocity melon distribution, but misses, so close, with a time of 17.0 seconds.
Recoil’s a bitch.
Then there are Herman’s ‘specialties’.
The Chief is duly impressed and even comments that his ears are ringing even with the ear protectors. He asks to inspect the weapon. He is even more than duly impressed.
Polack knows what’s up and asks the Chief if he’d like to give a whirl.
Of course, the Chief can’t back down.
Polack loads the .454 with 5 of Herman’s specialties: hollow-point rounds loaded hot, compressed, and tipped with alkaline earth metals, like metallic sodium and metallic potassium…
We set up the nastiest, glorpiest, just barely-holding-together, overripe, laced with Tannerite (an impact-actuated low-explosive) watermelon at the ‘Concealed Carry’ distance of 5 meters.
We slowly fade back into the distance to avoid the inevitable ‘Gallagher reaction’.
The Chief fires one, and just nicks the top of the melon. Don’t laugh, with the type of recoil and heft of the sidearm, and tensing up in anticipation, it’s easy to be off the mark initially.
The second round impacts dead-center. Now, alkaline earth metals and water don’t get along really well. In fact, their relationship is explosive. Especially explosive when delivered at 2,900 feet per second.
The Chief catches a huge smattering of vitamin-packed watermelony back blast goo.
He’s not entirely happy. He looks positively grisly with all that blown-up melon schmoo on his nice, neat uniform.
He returns my gun and bans me from ever showing up at the police range again.
Polack is on traffic duty for the next month.
He figures it was well worth it.
Back at the flat, Esme is shaking her head and wondering if I’ll ever grow up.
“I may grow old, but I’ll never grow up.” I reply.
I see I have several missed phone calls. Ah, me; no rest for the weary. Back to company-university liaison duties.
After I had contacted these companies, I receive no less than 12 requests for symposia, talks, and seminars to be given to various level of industrial scientific employees in their respective companies.
I am now slated to give academic conferences on stratigraphy, sedimentology, and seismic structural geology to different companies in Houston, Oklahoma City, Denver, Casper, Corpus Christi, New Orleans, and Tulsa. In the next 12 weeks, I’ll be giving no less than 8 talks in seven cities.
I speak with Dean Vermiculari on how best to handle the situation. He understands and appoints two graduate student teaching assistants to handle my classes while I’m on the road. That relieves me of being physically there, but I still have to grade papers, compose lesson plans, and keep things running smoothly until finals.
Besides giving the talks, there’s travel to oil fields, production facilitates, manufacturing plants, hotels, restaurants while I’m in town…the pace is excruciating. I’m gone more than I am at university. Plus in my time back home, I’m still the ad hoc master blaster for the limestone quarry.
Then, there’s the companies arriving on campus, and the roles are reversed. Now I’m the welcome wagon and have to sort out the logistics of receiving the company representatives. I need to set up the colloquia to introduce the companies to the prospective students, arrange lodging, arrange passes for the university, transportation, “Meet-and-Greet’s, ad infinitum.
I knew this was having a bit of effect on me when I came back to the flat after one particularly grueling ordeal of canceled flights, full hotels, missed connections and lukewarm reception by the company workers.
“Hello”, I said, as I walked in the flat, “I believe you have a reservation for…”
Esme just stood there, wondering if I was having a laugh.
No, I wasn’t. I was completely hallucinating from road weariness, lack of sleep, jet lag, and total disorientation. This continued on for the next approximately 18 months.
Esme was beginning to have second thoughts about all this.
My teaching load was diminished by one whole introductory course. However, I was still flying hither and yon, delivering symposia, meeting with young geoscientists and getting to know the ins-and-outs of the Oil Industry.
I found it particularly fascinating.
Time marched on and it was once again it was the recruiting season. We had no less than eight oil companies visiting the university in their quest to swell the roster of their junior scientists.
I’m still busier than a one-armed paperhanger in a windstorm, but have settled into a groove of sorts. I know the company recruiters and they now know me. I’ve actually struck up friendships with several. Particularly since I take them to the best local restaurants and bars after their recruiting duties are finished.
I’ve met with recruiting representatives of Shrill Petrol, Mexxon, Nobil, Nocono Oil, Flug, Geddy, Brutish Petroleum, and Qexaco.
The recruiting season is winding down and I find myself with Red (not Adair), of Nocono Oil.
“Well, Doctor Rock”, Red states, “Another fine recruiting run. We’ve snagged two of your young geologists and one geophysicist. I’d say it was almost a perfect score.”
We’re sitting in the Norton’s Steakhouse. After a couple of prime pink porterhouses, we’re working on the post-dinner double vodka and bitter lemon for me, and Lagavulin for Red.
“Almost perfect?” I ask.
“Yeah. There’s been this one small nagging concern from our company higher-ups.” Red continues.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“We need some more senior people. For one thing, we’ve recently opened a new petroleum laboratory down in our Houston office. Going to need some serious talent to run that show.” Red says.
“I see”, I reply, “And…?”
“We need mentors. Those with varied and far-flung knowledge. They must be well educated, global in experience and stature, with an [ahem] diverse set of skills.” Red notes.
“Whew”, I agree, “That’s a tall order. You want my help with names of possible candidates? Is that it?”
“Not as such, Doctor.” Red drains his drink, motions for me to do the same, and orders another round.
Our drinks arrive and Red downs half his in one gulp.
“Well, then”, I continue, “How can I help?”
Red chuckles, “For someone so educated, you can really be thick as two short planks at times.”
I sit back, and sip my Old Thought Provoker.
The mercury-vapors light off.
“No!” I say, incredulously.
“Oh, yes.” Red smiles.
“No?” I ask, slowly taking in the possible effects of what he’s hinting at…
“OK, Doctor Rocknocker”, Red gets all serious and corporate, “We’d like to offer you a position at Nocono Oil as Senior Laboratory Manager and Head of Corporate Continuing Education.”
You could have knocked me over with a grenade. I was stunned. I fumbled with my drink.
“Red, you old con artist” I reply, “Is this a set-up?”
Red, serious as a heart attack, looks directly at me and replies, “Doctor Rock, absolutely not, it’s a genuine offer.”
He slides over a folder with some papers inside. “Here are the particulars.”
Reeling, I accept the folder. I open it and right after the corporate logos and legal bullshit, I see a tall figure with a whole raft of zeros trailing behind it.
I read furiously. The job would be both interesting and challenging. It would be in Houston, with travel and teaching at all other company outposts on a regular basis. I reexamine that figure from before and verify that I’m not now hallucinating.
The job comes with furnished, corporate-paid housing, incredible benefits, loads of opportunity for advancement, more opportunity to travel, really generous vacation time…
“Right. On the level?” I ask again.
“Yep.” Red bluntly says.
“Well”, I gulp, “you know I have to discuss this with Esme”, whom he’s met several times previous.
“Of course, and you probably want to finish out the semester, correct?” red asks.
“Oh, yes.” I reply. There would be a monsoon of paperwork and other grunt work I’d need to conclude or hand over if I were to accept this offer.
“OK, then”, Red finishes his drink, motions for me to do the same, a real rarity; but I was in another dimension at this point. He orders another round and sits back, waiting on a refill.
“You have two weeks to reply” Red states.
“I know that’s not a terribly long time, but we need to fill this position ASAP. Can I ask for that? Your answer, yea, or nay, within a fortnight?” Red demands.
“Yes”, I reply. “I at least owe you that.”
And that was the end of the discussion for the night about me joining the private sector. We stayed a few more hours, chatting, smoking my cigars, and discussing everything but the lumbering elephant in the room.
We part outside as I need to head back to our flat. Red wants to go downtown to one of those “Gentleman’s Clubs” he’s heard were so famous at the time.
I was flummoxed the whole cab ride home.
It was late when I returned, but I simply had to wake Es with the news.
“Rock, for pity’s sake, its 2 o’clock in the morning!” Es protests. “Can’t this wait until later?”
“Sorry, my dear” I reply, probably as serious as I ever had with Esme. “This is a potential game-changer.”
“What is it? Are you OK?” Esme trembles.
“Oh, I’m fine. Better than fine.” I reply.
She’s relieved.
“Then what’s so important?” she asks.
“Um…how would you like to move to Houston?” I ask.
“You going to teach at Cougar High (University of Houston)?” she inquires.
“Nope. Brace yourself. I’ve been offered a job with Nocono Oil.” I finally spill the beans.
Esme is slightly stunned and sits down.
I go to the wet bar, fix me a bracing potato juice and citrus and Esme a stiff white Zinfandel.
I hand her the wine and she is still semi-dazed and digesting the information.
I slurp a good portion of my drink, retrieve her Sobranjes and me a cigar from my Turkmenistan humidor.
I sit on the couch next to her and hug her soundly.
“Esme? Es? Earth to Es? You in there?” I joke.
“Oh, Yeah. Rock. Really? Hang on”, she leaves, returning with her housecoat as this might take a little time.
“So?” I ask, “Your thoughts. Now! Immediately! Initial reaction!” I try to jar her back into reality.
“Well, what do you want?” she asks.
“C’mon, my dearest. You know I hate that. No, what do you think? What do you honestly think?” I reply.
We both fire up our smokes, and I refresh our drinks. We return to the dinner table where Red’s folder lies.
“Es, here. Look at this.” I say, sliding the portfolio over to her.
She reads like a hungry man at a Vegas casino buffet. I can tell where she was stopped by something extraordinary.
“This is for real?” she asks, “Red’s not pulling a fast one?”
“Nope. It’s the genuine article”, I tell her, “He needs my reply within two weeks.”
“Rock, Rock…I just don’t know. It’s a lot to process at 0230 in the morning. Let’s go to bed and have a think in the morning. You have the luxury of at least that amount of time.” She notes.
“Right again, as usual”, I say, “Stuff it. It can wait.” We toddle off to bed.
The next morning, over Cuban omelets and Greenland Coffees, we sort through the particulars.
“Rock, it’s an extraordinary offer. But, do you want to leave teaching? I remember how you got all animated by Dean Vermiculari giving you the corporate liaison job and how that would improve your shot at tenure.” She notes.
“I just don’t know. I’m still shell-shocked.” I tell her. “Let me go to school and we’ll pick this up tonight. We both have work to do no matter what. Oh, bloody hell. I hadn’t considered your job. Another wrinkle in the mess.”
“Don’t you worry about that”, Esme smiles. “One catastrophe at a time.”
“I do so love you.” I hug her soundly. “Think I should mention this offer to anyone at school?”
“No. Definitely not.” Esme shakes her head. “Let’s figure this out on our own.”
“I agree”, I say, kiss her and depart for school once again.
The next week was a blur. Recruiting duties were dragging and I was being preoccupied.
Even my students noted the lack of in-room explosions lately.
I spend the next Saturday at the quarry, doing some small amount of blasting. I quiz the quarry owners about their progress in acquiring a new master for the quarry’s operation.
“Oh, Doctor Rock” they gush, “You’re doing such a fine job, we haven’t really looked. Why do you ask?”
“No particular reason at this time, I reply, “But perhaps you might want to begin looking”
The chinks in my armor were finally starting to show.
Sunday was spent out on Sliver Lake, with Esme and me chasing the elusive crappie, perch, and bucketmouth bass. It also gave us a chance to clear our heads from work, school and other such intrusions. We both needed a bit of downtime.
Later that night, after a meal of beer-battered fillet of crappie and perch on the barbie, we sit down at the dinner table.
The portfolio sits there, taunting us.
I get up, makes us both our drinks, sit down and declare that this is it.
“Es, darling” I say, “its nut-cuttin’ time. We need to make our decision.”
“You’re right.” Es agrees, “Time for risk-reward analysis. Get some paper and some pencils.”
We spend the next few hours listing the pros and cons of accepting the Houston position or staying here and pursuing my tenured professorship.
After several hours, I stretch, stand, and go to the fridge. I retrieve the bottle of Bollinger Les Vieilles Vignes Francaises I had purchased the other day.
I return to the table with the wine and the glasses, pop the cork and pour us both a glass of high-brow bubble water.
I hug and kiss Esme like I had just returned from a long, solo expedition.
“Esme, my darling. I’d like to propose a toast. First to us. Hа здоровый!”
“Cheers!” Esme replies.
“Secondly to Red, Dean Vermiculari, the quarry guys, Polack the Cop, and all the others that makes our life weird around here.”
“Seconded”, Es echoes.
“Finally: to Houston, Texas. Our new home!” I finally add.
The next morning, Dean Vermiculari peers over the top of his pince-nez glasses. He’s not looking overly happy with me right now.
“Why is it, Doctor, that everyone that receives the job of corporate liaison ends up going with corporate?” he asks.
“Perhaps it’s just the exposure to another world that exists beyond academia.” I reply, truthfully.
“Doctor Rocknocker,” the Dean gravely states, “I am not at all happy about your decision. We had great hopes for you here and you were riding right up the tenure track. Another five years and it would have been assured.”
“Five years is a long time, Dean”, I state the obvious.
“Yes, indeed.” The Dean replies frostily. “However, you are young. Perhaps you need to get this private sector nonsense out of your system, then you can return to academia where you belong.”
“Perhaps, perhaps”, I reply.
“Please, do consider this option down the road. You and your antics will be missed here, by students and faculty alike.” He says.
“I will, Dean, I promise.” I reply “However, for now, it’s time for my boot heels to be wanderin’.”
“Doctor, I will miss your strange and unique way of looking at life. I reluctantly accept your resignation at the end of the current semester and wish you all the best in your newest endeavors. Please remember us when corporate support for academia is mentioned in your new company.” he says.
“I promise you, Dean, I will not forget what I’ve learned here and what you’ve taught. It’s the least I can do,” I reply. “I will never forget my roots.”
“All I can ask”, he concludes. He stands to shake my hand. We shake and my audience is over.
I resign from the quarry a week later. They haven’t found a new blaster but wish me well on my new journey. I tell them I’m here until the end of the semester, so I won’t leave them high and dry.
I tell Polack the Cop about all the goings-on.
“Who the hell can I roust for beer and cigars now?” He whines. “Let me know when you get to Texas if they need any cops. I wouldn’t mind trying’ that. Hell, maybe a Texas Ranger!”
“A Cheesehead Ranger…?” I assure him I will and pass a box of cigars to him as a parting gift. He gives me a mayoral-signed get-out-of-jail-free card.
“Now you can drive that old Harley just as crazy as you want.” He chuckles.
“Thanks, Polack.” I say, shaking his hand. I didn’t have the heart to tell him I sold my bike a week earlier.
Red was very chuffed with the news.
“Snagged me a big one this time!’ He laughed, over the phone.
There was enough paperwork, considerations and decisions to be made to last the remaining time Esme and I had in-state until our move. Already, a moving company had arrived, done inventory, and was preparing for our move to Houston.
Esme resigned her position and decided she wanted to take some time off. She wanted to be a housewife, a colleague, and not have to work for once at an outside job. My new position allowed for that in spades. Besides with her credentials, anytime when she wants to re-join the workforce, there are myriad opportunities in the Bayou City.
We made the choice of housing out west of town, in Katy, Texas. We could have chosen Sugarland, Addicks, Greenspoint, Greenway, or the Memorial area. However, these west Houston company properties were closest to the job and largest in square footage.
My students got wind of my resignation and relocation. They threw me an unexpected farewell party at the Gast Haus. It was nickel-beer night and since they were footing the bill, it all worked out just fine.
I would miss the old place. The camaraderie, the seasons, the university; hell my home these last many years. I’ve been on many, many expeditions, but I always returned home.
Now, home was moving and was awaiting our arrival.
Esme and I said our farewells to our families as well. We were the first through college, the first ones to travel international, the first Doctor in the family, and the first to leave the state.
That’s a lot of familial firsts.
I had to keep reminding everyone it wouldn’t be the last. Hell, we’re just moving to Texas, it’s not like we’re off to Greenland or Mongolia…
[Gasp]
We saddled up Es’s old Chevy Nova, took one last, lingering look in the rearview mirror, and said fare thee well to our previous lives.
“We’ll be back. Someday. I promise” I told the city of our youth and young married adulthood.
We decided to drive to Houston because we had the luxury of a bit of time. We needed the stretch to chew over some interpersonal and private things on the way to the next chapter in our lives. Besides, the weather was good, the roads ahead open and clear, and Texas had no ‘Open Container’ law, yet.
We pointed the old Nova south and hit the gas.
A week later, we’re wandering around our new house in Katy, Texas. Our belongings, scant though they may be, arrived the day after we did. Esme and I spent the next couple of day rearranging the house, buying necessary domestic bits and pieces, and getting to know our new neighborhood.
First thing, though, Esme wanted to replace the old Nova. I concurred, but insisted we keep it as a second car and went out to purchase our first new car as a couple.
I wanted a Land Rover. We ended up with a glossy black Toyota 4-Runner. Close enough.
I was scheduled to show up at my new job the next Monday.
I had my own parking spot, complete with “Reserved for Dr. Rock” painted on the bumper block. I was shown my new lab and was introduced to my seven laboratory assistants. I was shown the catalogs I could use to order what I needed and went over the requisition procedures.
I was trotted around to meet the company CEO, CFO, CIO, VPs and many, many more company executives and managers. I’ve met with presidents and heads of state, I was impressed but not overly. They seemed like a more or less nice bunch of chaps.
Almost exactly five weeks to the day from our arrival in Houston, I come home, yelling “Darling, I’m home!”
Esme comes to greet me with a rib-rearranging hug. She tells me to sit at the dinner table, where my long hard day at the office drink, cigar, ashtray, and lighter are already set.
“How was work, dear?” she asks, sitting down with her Perrier water.
“Oh, it’s going great. The knotheads let me have an open-ended budget until I get the labs sorted just the way I want it. These guys pay their bills on time and I have carte blanche at Wards Scientific, and other supply houses. My crew is great, no interpersonal crapola, and hard workers. I can smoke in my office and no one dares give me shit about my cigars. I’m getting to know the exploration department quite well. They’re really interested in our expeditions and are more interested in my opinions of their new exploration directives.”
Esme just smiles and sips her water.
“Odd”, I thought.
“That’s great, dear.” She says. “I am so glad to hear it.”
“Me too”, I say, “How are you holding up after all these weeks alone?”
“Oh, I’m getting used to it.” She smiles.
And smiles. Beatifically. Glowing.
“What?” I ask.
“Remember what we talked about in the car on the way down here?” She asks.
“We talked about a lot of things…” I say, suddenly my eyes grew very, very wide indeed.
“Yes. You’re going to be a father. I’m pregnant, Rock.” Esme smiles.
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A World Imagined

In order to sustain the presence of life and freedom on this planet Earth, it must be taken as a responsibility for the self-aware conscious beings that inhabit it, to engineer an environment of cohabitation and liberty, devoid of oppression to all other benign beings. Thus, we pledge to harmonize the functions of our labors to reverently nurture the cradle for anticipated generations, of all kinds. Striving without end, we embark on this task in gratitude, to allow nature take it's course, free of impairment. Priority of the task to embody compassion toward others will be perpetually held foremost, adapting habits to suit a symbiosis that considers the regional extents of intermingled thriving bodies, never to lessen their boundaries lest determined hazardous. Deliberation of this reasoning need not be outlined by numerous letter and character. By an evaluation of the merited, detriment or development shall be managed in appropriate fashion to align with the balances aforementioned.
The proposal being brought forward for balance and synergy with the planet, is a currency that is socially embellished by the cooperation of the people to contribute more as a whole than what is needed by the individuals. By which, making each denomination note worth more each year and eventually making itself obsolete as we move into a money free world. Imagine a currency backed by a renewable resource, with the benefit of manifesting our basic human needs and the means by which to share it for the progress of mankind. There is no other than the dog star plant to raise humanities standard of living to one of comfort for all lives.
Cannabis has been a useful plant for humanity since it's discovery several millennia ago, but around the world it was made illegal due to the U.N.’s Single Convention on Narcotic Drugs in 1961 A.D. (UN). However, people’s attitudes are changing today with Colorado, Alaska, Oregon, and Washington becoming the first states to legalize cannabis for purposes beyond medicine, we are now free to rediscover all the amazing things this plant can do for us and our planet.
As much as the digital age is fast reducing the need for printing many things, paper is very important to a modern economy as it serves as a medium for our currency, contracts, study, and especially artwork. Paper that is typically used in modern times is most often made of wood, along with chemicals not found in nature (Gendell). Needless to say, modern paper making is bad for the environment because it not only removes trees from their ecosystems, but also adds pollutants to the atmosphere by its production. Cannabis has the potential to replace wood, and does not need chemicals to become paper (General). Cannabis also produces more biomass per acre than trees, and in less time than it takes trees to grow. For comparison, one acre of cannabis will produce two crops in a year with the equivalent amount of 4 acres of trees. Cannabis can also be used to make cardboard and even tissue paper; basically every practical industry involving trees could instead be accomplished with cannabis.
Cannabis can also be eaten in a number of ways and all parts of the plant can be prepared into a wide variety of meals. It is very common for medical dispensaries to mix the flowering tops of cannabis into sweets because of its medicinal properties, and many of these sweets could pass as just regular food (Ferner). The seeds of the plant can be used to make a bread like substance known as hempseed cake. This cake is very good for whoever consumes it as it is high in many vitamins and minerals such as magnesium and manganese (Hemp Flour). The leaves and stalk of the plant can be prepared into a drink that the Indians call “bhang” (pronounced bong) it’s a very creamy and smooth drink that tastes like water if nothing is added to the original recipe, however one can add chocolate to it for flavor, or cinnamon for flavor and memory enhancing properties. Now you can eat cannabis and drink it too, all the while its good for you, they basically made the best vegetable illegal.
Cannabis has very strong fibers that can be made into products ranging from T-shirts to Hammocks. Cannabis also grows faster than traditional sources of clothing fiber such as cotton; two to three times faster to be exact (General). What this means is that cannabis is a stronger material than what people currently use now and it is also easier to grow more of it. Cannabis could therefore be a solution to clothing the world’s population at a time when many are worrying about overpopulation, and lack of resources.
The parts of the cannabis plant that are not used for fibers are known as hurds which make up about 70% of the plant’s biomass. These hurds can be used for building material when combined with lime (General). The resulting material is called hempcrete; a material which is both self-insulating and fire proof. This material also has a carbon negative action on the atmosphere, which means that it takes CO2 out of the atmosphere and locks it inside the material of the building. On top of this carbon negative benefit of hempcrete is another: reduced energy costs due to its superior insulation properties. One of the biggest contributors to greenhouse gasses in the atmosphere is human homes; making homes carbon negative and less dependent on fossil fuels could help turn the clock back when it comes to excess carbon in our atmosphere (Perritano). These buildings are not new, in fact the roman aqueducts in France were made of this same material, and are still standing today even 2000 years after Rome collapsed! This implies that carbon negative action taken now will have positive effects for generations to come. It also implies that if we made public buildings out of this material we could spend less on maintaining them, and less on replacing them.
Finding a sustainable, efficient, and clean energy source has been a very big challenge for people in the 21st Century, but the search may be over as cannabis can also be made into fuel. Biodiesel can be made out of cannabis oils from the seeds and stalk of the plant, while biofuel is made from just the stalks of cannabis (General). As stated earlier cannabis grows much faster than many plants in the world, and it can also be grown all over the world. What this implies is that people would have the ability to generate their own fuel, and in turn the laws of supply and demand would lower gas prices. Not only would gas be cheaper if we produced cannabis fuel, it would create a respiratory like cycle between cars and their fuel. CO2 would be burned and released into the atmosphere and then reabsorbed by cannabis plants ready to be turned into fuel or another product. Henry Ford even demonstrated that a car can be fueled by nothing but cannabis (Henry Ford's). Essentially what cannabis allows humans to do is have a healthy natural relationship with our planet while still enjoying the pleasures of the modern world.
Motor vehicles are a huge part of our economy given that they transport goods and people from place to place, but they are made of materials that must be mined to acquire. Luckily cannabis can be made into a light durable plastic that is ideal for motor vehicles. In fact Canadian scientists have already made one.(Gordon) The Scientists discovered that by using cannabis in the creation of this car that less fuels are needed to push the car forward because the cannabis plastic is much lighter than traditional materials. Cannabis is also stronger than steel when put in this form (Gordon). So now you can make a car out of cannabis and fuel it with cannabis, while at the same time being more efficient than regular fossil fuels and stronger than traditional car material.
The most well-known use of cannabis is its medical applications. Over 20 states in the United States have recognized that cannabis is effective when treating certain ailments. For instance just recently Utah passed a bill that allows epileptic people access to CBD oil: an extract of cannabis that prevents seizures and is known as an antipsychotic. Cannabis has another compound in it loved by patients everywhere because of its innumerable applications, that compound is known as THC. THC was the reason the plant was made illegal in the first place, but that was because people had very little knowledge of its true effects. The most shocking of these medical effects is that THC actually strengthens the brain rather than weaken it as THC protects it from neurdegeneration (Walia). This protection actually prevents Alzheimer’s disease and other symptoms of aging. THC has also been proven to reduce tumors from different cancers in multiple studies. One myth about cannabis is that it gives the consumer more lung cancer than tobacco, but the opposite is actually true cannabis cures and prevents lung cancer in the consumer, and has also been found to reduce asthma. When it comes to most cancers cannabis makes these cells wither and die; denying someone this medicine because of a propaganda campaign is morally wrong. Cannabis can be used for less serious conditions as well such as chronic pain from multiple diseases (105 Peer-Reviewed). Cannabis has also been proven to help people with bipolar disorder manage their condition by improving their memory, attention, and general attitude. THC also has the effect of improving appetite which is very valuable to AIDS patients who have trouble eating, as well as people with eating disorders. To say the least Cannabis has a lot of medical applications and more are surely going to be discovered now that people are more accepting of the plant.
Cannabis’s greatest application could be its use as a currency. Throughout history, I know of 3 monetary systems: bartering goods and services, gold/silver standard money, and fiat currency. Cannabis as a medium of exchange is not a new idea; in fact Thomas Jefferson used it as currency when the government ran out of money in May of 1781 while he was governor of Virginia.("Hemp history") Just as with gold backing, such a currency would operate by having each note redeemable for an amount of hemp, whether raw or in a refined state of oil, seed, fiber, or hurds. AN ACTUAL "federal reserve" would grow, harvest, and hold this crop, along with printing the amount of money equal to the amount of resource held, so that these notes can be redeemed at the banks for the harvested raw and/or refined hemp (oil, fiber, hurd, etc). Currently our currency is based on debt, not value, and this can lead to problems among neighbors, fearing scarcity. For every dollar we print we go that much plus interest in debt: meaning we can never pay our debt off even if we used every dollar in existence. Cannabis offers us a way out of perpetual debt, and also gives the power of currency to the people rather than the privately owned Federal Reserve.
Cannabis backed currency is a unit of accountability to our ecosystem and the betterment to our every man, woman, and child. An open worldwide market utilizing a network of claimed lands would serve as the basis for a cooperative economy and government, funded by a property tax of cannabis; that is to say, the more land that you participate with, the more cannabis you pay in taxes. The government would have to send high quality seeds to all land owning people in order for this system to be fair, but at least debt is not inherently created as a loan of principle and interest when this money enters the economy.
Citizens would replace their current currency notes at the reserve with the new cannabis notes, at the same value as compared with how much raw material that amount would purchase from the reserve. ANYone, at ANY time, has the option to grow a crop to turn in to the reserves, to attain cannabis currency (the reason that this benefit does not collapse the system and erase the need for jobs by citizens, and in turn erase capitalism markets, is because it can only be done once, possibly twice, a year).
To phase it into society, the best method would be to start with businesses that can utilize the crop either by 100% or a considerable amount, for them to pay their employees in hemp notes in a slowly increasing percentage of wages and to buy hemp ingredients for their products from the new hemp banks, at an appropriate amount per unit of the resource, in relation to the present economic state in the nation (These companies would buy, in USD, the hemp to manufacture with, until the harvesting is USD proofed; not requiring petroleum to run the machines or paying wages in USD).
After the first fiscal year, the number of circulated notes would be tallied, by the use of catalogued serial numbers (tracked like anonymous credit card numbers, tied to the hemp serial note, not the person), so that the sum could be grown to sustain the size of the economy. The supply will constantly grow and shrink at the same time because of how people consume and renew it.
As the fiscal years turn, all uncirculated notes would leave behind an amount of unredeemed hemp, that would rollover into the value of each note in the following year, i.e. out of 10 trillion pounds, if all but 1 trillion is used, then the notes are now worth 1.1x the amount as they were previously. That amount would be factored into the next year's crop size, to cover it possibly being redeemed later.
There could be a maximum of the number of years this amount would be covered by next year's crop, making inheritance of "old money" wealth out of the question and keeping the crop reserves fresh. So, if notes are not redeemed for, say, 3years, the serial numbers on the notes are "burned", removing that amount from what is to be grown the next year and making those particular notes unredeemable. This portion could be taxed to supply public sector programs with their needs, by turning into free food, clothes, shelter, fuel, etc.
The amount of hemp donated from the civilians between federally sanctioned crops would count against the amount of "hemp debt" factored for the added value notes (that didn't circulate the previous year and are not set to "burn" in that cycle) By surpassing the notes queued to cover the size of the economy for the next year, this starts to reduce interest rates on loans, potentially leading to a system that has NEGATIVE interest rates on loans.
The final reason this currency is inflation proof is that it's supplies will grow with the population: the more people alive, the more people that will want to consume cannabis, so more people will grow it. Inflation would only take place on non-renewable resources, that would increase in price with the overall amount of resource/money held at reserves, just to maintain it's rate of attainment, so as not to use these too quickly.
Cannabis can be grown everywhere humans live, so it can even be put to use as an international currency free from the barriers of languages and governments. The numbers I have crunched are only to outline a general concept. Starting with an overestimated 350 million US citizens, at 50k pounds per person, a 17.5 trillion pound reserves would be grown. Going from an estimated 6-10k pound per acre yield, it would require 1.75 to 2.92 billion acres. The US has ~2.25 billion arable acres, so this can possibly be done in a single year.
Some numbers I ran based on a full capacity use worldwide:
3.10798574 billion arable hectares of land on Earth * 2 crops a year * 8000 lbs is average between 6 and 10k lbs per hectare * 16 ounces per pound as the individual units likened to a dollar, totals 795,644,349,000,000 or 795 trillion, 644 billion, 349 million. That's the total potential of a world cannabis currency in individual slices in the pie if grown at full capacity.
Only 7.59 billion hectares are needed to give everyone on Earth a 1,250 square foot home. 971.25 trillion units worth of work that can be done in about two and a half years. On top of the fiber and hurds content used from the plant to make the houses, there would also be 3,000 lbs average of seed yield per hectare * the 3.10798574 billion hectares a year * 2 crops a year is 18,647,914,440,000 or 18.65 trillion lbs of seed, 46,619,786,100,000 or 46 trillion 619 billion 786 million 100 thousand lbs of seed after the 2.5 years to grow the hemp for fiber to build houses for everyone. 37 gallons of oil per acre from seed is 284.16 billion gallons in a year, or 710.4 billion gallons of hemp oil after the 2.5 years to grow the fiber to build houses for everyone.
That is a hypothetical cap to the planet's capacity for this economy. Even if scaling it down to small fractions of the areas mentioned, you can see that it still yields a considerable amount for trial local economies.
On top of all this the flowering tops of cannabis, which hold the most THC and CBD, would be representative of other products in the economy due to the other parts of the plant being applicable for so many uses. How could this system be managed? Since all cannabis varies a spectrometer device will be needed to “read” the THC and CBD of cannabis while simultaneously weighing it. This device could also double as a virtual wallet that would account for how many cannabinoids you have stored in the bank to avoid theft and inconvenience.
All in all, cannabis has a lot of uses, and potential uses. One day you could be driving a cannabis car, using cannabis fuel, on the way to your cannabis house, to eat your cannabis dinner, while wearing cannabis clothes, and all while everything was purchased with cannabis. This plant clearly forms a symbiotic relationship with humans, and for the health of our planet it should be accepted as a wise alternative to the harmful things we do to maintain our standard of living currently.

CannabisCurrency

.A Grow
.B Harvest
.C Contributors weigh by lbs. (Banks and Individuals)
.D Store in Central Vaults (Clear pyramid over an open pit with view of cranes picking out bales)
.E Paid wages on single hemp note, with a heading like a denomination bill, a security strip, given to each company, very precious tape embeded, a ledger following under where it's spent and for how much (bifolds like a check).
.F Each place of spending would take the note, scan a bar, which figures the difference, write a new line on the ledger, prints new heading with a new company security strip embeded, new value of note stated, and then destroy the old note in order for the print to work.
.G Built in system of recording, in case of failure and needing a note replaced.
.H Spent like an anonymous bank card, that communicates the trades of the values of hemp product and hemp currency, back to the reserves.
.I However, it is a note, resembling a Bond, with a binary strip or RFID embeded.
[US Dollar (USD)] = 1 [Current Currency (CC)] = [USD] x [Exchange Rate] [Hemp Reserve Note (HRN)] = [CC]
[Crop Unit] (CU, cubic 3 ft. bundle of raw plant) [Unit Weight] (UW, number of Lbs or Kgs)
Price of Crop Unit: [Hemp Reserve Notes (HRN)]/[CU] = 27([UW]/Ft3)* x 65[CC]** * = Actual Weight {[CU] =? [UW]/Ft3} ** = [CC]/[UW], subject to change when compared with national economic state. This number represents the quantity of base value(1CC) hemp notes per pound [Yearly Print (YP)] = [Reserve Crop Held in Lbs(RCH#)] x 65**
[Citizens' Withdraw in Hemp Notes (CW)] = [CC]/65**
{YP is the new hemp currency notes put into circulation each year, that represent the exact amount of the harvested plant, broken down into stackable blocks that has been verified to be able to produce X amount of each Known Goods (KG)} (Known Goods / KG: Refer to diagram - Message me for link to PDF containing graph)
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Gendell, Adam . "Paper is Made from What?!." GreenBlue. GreenBlue, 3 Oct. 2011. Web. 4 Apr. 2014.
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"Henry Ford's Suppressed Hemp Car - What We All Should Be Driving." Spirit Science and Metaphysics. N.p., n.d. Web. 18 Apr. 2014.
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#CannabisCurrency

In order to sustain the presence of life and freedom on this planet Earth, it must be taken as a responsibility for the self-aware conscious beings that inhabit it, to engineer an environment of cohabitation and liberty, devoid of oppression to all other benign beings. Thus, we pledge to harmonize the functions of our labors to reverently nurture the cradle for anticipated generations, of all kinds. Striving without end, we embark on this task in gratitude, to allow nature take it's course, free of impairment. Priority of the task to embody compassion toward others will be perpetually held foremost, adapting habits to suit a symbiosis that considers the regional extents of intermingled thriving bodies, never to lessen their boundaries lest determined hazardous. Deliberation of this reasoning need not be outlined by numerous letter and character. By an evaluation of the merited, detriment or development shall be managed in appropriate fashion to align with the balances aforementioned.
The proposal being brought forward for balance and synergy with the planet, is a currency that is socially embellished by the cooperation of the people to contribute more as a whole than what is needed by the individuals. By which, making each denomination note worth more each year and eventually making itself obsolete as we move into a money free world. Imagine a currency backed by a renewable resource, with the benefit of manifesting our basic human needs and the means by which to share it for the progress of mankind. There is no other than the dog star plant to raise humanities standard of living to one of comfort for all lives.
Cannabis has been a useful plant for humanity since it's discovery several millennia ago, but around the world it was made illegal due to the U.N.’s Single Convention on Narcotic Drugs in 1961 A.D. (UN). However, people’s attitudes are changing today with Colorado, Alaska, Oregon, and Washington becoming the first states to legalize cannabis for purposes beyond medicine, we are now free to rediscover all the amazing things this plant can do for us and our planet.
As much as the digital age is fast reducing the need for printing many things, paper is very important to a modern economy as it serves as a medium for our currency, contracts, study, and especially artwork. Paper that is typically used in modern times is most often made of wood, along with chemicals not found in nature (Gendell). Needless to say, modern paper making is bad for the environment because it not only removes trees from their ecosystems, but also adds pollutants to the atmosphere by its production. Cannabis has the potential to replace wood, and does not need chemicals to become paper (General). Cannabis also produces more biomass per acre than trees, and in less time than it takes trees to grow. For comparison, one acre of cannabis will produce two crops in a year with the equivalent amount of 4 acres of trees. Cannabis can also be used to make cardboard and even tissue paper; basically every practical industry involving trees could instead be accomplished with cannabis.
Cannabis can also be eaten in a number of ways and all parts of the plant can be prepared into a wide variety of meals. It is very common for medical dispensaries to mix the flowering tops of cannabis into sweets because of its medicinal properties, and many of these sweets could pass as just regular food (Ferner). The seeds of the plant can be used to make a bread like substance known as hempseed cake. This cake is very good for whoever consumes it as it is high in many vitamins and minerals such as magnesium and manganese (Hemp Flour). The leaves and stalk of the plant can be prepared into a drink that the Indians call “bhang” (pronounced bong) it’s a very creamy and smooth drink that tastes like water if nothing is added to the original recipe, however one can add chocolate to it for flavor, or cinnamon for flavor and memory enhancing properties. Now you can eat cannabis and drink it too, all the while its good for you, they basically made the best vegetable illegal.
Cannabis has very strong fibers that can be made into products ranging from T-shirts to Hammocks. Cannabis also grows faster than traditional sources of clothing fiber such as cotton; two to three times faster to be exact (General). What this means is that cannabis is a stronger material than what people currently use now and it is also easier to grow more of it. Cannabis could therefore be a solution to clothing the world’s population at a time when many are worrying about overpopulation, and lack of resources.
The parts of the cannabis plant that are not used for fibers are known as hurds which make up about 70% of the plant’s biomass. These hurds can be used for building material when combined with lime (General). The resulting material is called hempcrete; a material which is both self-insulating and fire proof. This material also has a carbon negative action on the atmosphere, which means that it takes CO2 out of the atmosphere and locks it inside the material of the building. On top of this carbon negative benefit of hempcrete is another: reduced energy costs due to its superior insulation properties. One of the biggest contributors to greenhouse gasses in the atmosphere is human homes; making homes carbon negative and less dependent on fossil fuels could help turn the clock back when it comes to excess carbon in our atmosphere (Perritano). These buildings are not new, in fact the roman aqueducts in France were made of this same material, and are still standing today even 2000 years after Rome collapsed! This implies that carbon negative action taken now will have positive effects for generations to come. It also implies that if we made public buildings out of this material we could spend less on maintaining them, and less on replacing them.
Finding a sustainable, efficient, and clean energy source has been a very big challenge for people in the 21st Century, but the search may be over as cannabis can also be made into fuel. Biodiesel can be made out of cannabis oils from the seeds and stalk of the plant, while biofuel is made from just the stalks of cannabis (General). As stated earlier cannabis grows much faster than many plants in the world, and it can also be grown all over the world. What this implies is that people would have the ability to generate their own fuel, and in turn the laws of supply and demand would lower gas prices. Not only would gas be cheaper if we produced cannabis fuel, it would create a respiratory like cycle between cars and their fuel. CO2 would be burned and released into the atmosphere and then reabsorbed by cannabis plants ready to be turned into fuel or another product. Henry Ford even demonstrated that a car can be fueled by nothing but cannabis (Henry Ford's). Essentially what cannabis allows humans to do is have a healthy natural relationship with our planet while still enjoying the pleasures of the modern world.
Motor vehicles are a huge part of our economy given that they transport goods and people from place to place, but they are made of materials that must be mined to acquire. Luckily cannabis can be made into a light durable plastic that is ideal for motor vehicles. In fact Canadian scientists have already made one.(Gordon) The Scientists discovered that by using cannabis in the creation of this car that less fuels are needed to push the car forward because the cannabis plastic is much lighter than traditional materials. Cannabis is also stronger than steel when put in this form (Gordon). So now you can make a car out of cannabis and fuel it with cannabis, while at the same time being more efficient than regular fossil fuels and stronger than traditional car material.
The most well-known use of cannabis is its medical applications. Over 20 states in the United States have recognized that cannabis is effective when treating certain ailments. For instance just recently Utah passed a bill that allows epileptic people access to CBD oil: an extract of cannabis that prevents seizures and is known as an antipsychotic. Cannabis has another compound in it loved by patients everywhere because of its innumerable applications, that compound is known as THC. THC was the reason the plant was made illegal in the first place, but that was because people had very little knowledge of its true effects. The most shocking of these medical effects is that THC actually strengthens the brain rather than weaken it as THC protects it from neurdegeneration (Walia). This protection actually prevents Alzheimer’s disease and other symptoms of aging. THC has also been proven to reduce tumors from different cancers in multiple studies. One myth about cannabis is that it gives the consumer more lung cancer than tobacco, but the opposite is actually true cannabis cures and prevents lung cancer in the consumer, and has also been found to reduce asthma. When it comes to most cancers cannabis makes these cells wither and die; denying someone this medicine because of a propaganda campaign is morally wrong. Cannabis can be used for less serious conditions as well such as chronic pain from multiple diseases (105 Peer-Reviewed). Cannabis has also been proven to help people with bipolar disorder manage their condition by improving their memory, attention, and general attitude. THC also has the effect of improving appetite which is very valuable to AIDS patients who have trouble eating, as well as people with eating disorders. To say the least Cannabis has a lot of medical applications and more are surely going to be discovered now that people are more accepting of the plant.
Cannabis’s greatest application could be its use as a currency. Throughout history, I know of 3 monetary systems: bartering goods and services, gold/silver standard money, and fiat currency. Cannabis as a medium of exchange is not a new idea; in fact Thomas Jefferson used it as currency when the government ran out of money in May of 1781 while he was governor of Virginia.("Hemp history") Just as with gold backing, such a currency would operate by having each note redeemable for an amount of hemp, whether raw or in a refined state of oil, seed, fiber, or hurds. AN ACTUAL "federal reserve" would grow, harvest, and hold this crop, along with printing the amount of money equal to the amount of resource held, so that these notes can be redeemed at the banks for the harvested raw and/or refined hemp (oil, fiber, hurd, etc). Currently our currency is based on debt, not value, and this can lead to problems among neighbors, fearing scarcity. For every dollar we print we go that much plus interest in debt: meaning we can never pay our debt off even if we used every dollar in existence. Cannabis offers us a way out of perpetual debt, and also gives the power of currency to the people rather than the privately owned Federal Reserve.
Cannabis backed currency is a unit of accountability to our ecosystem and the betterment to our every man, woman, and child. An open worldwide market utilizing a network of claimed lands would serve as the basis for a cooperative economy and government, funded by a property tax of cannabis; that is to say, the more land that you participate with, the more cannabis you pay in taxes. The government would have to send high quality seeds to all land owning people in order for this system to be fair, but at least debt is not inherently created as a loan of principle and interest when this money enters the economy.
Citizens would replace their current currency notes at the reserve with the new cannabis notes, at the same value as compared with how much raw material that amount would purchase from the reserve. ANYone, at ANY time, has the option to grow a crop to turn in to the reserves, to attain cannabis currency (the reason that this benefit does not collapse the system and erase the need for jobs by citizens, and in turn erase capitalism markets, is because it can only be done once, possibly twice, a year).
To phase it into society, the best method would be to start with businesses that can utilize the crop either by 100% or a considerable amount, for them to pay their employees in hemp notes in a slowly increasing percentage of wages and to buy hemp ingredients for their products from the new hemp banks, at an appropriate amount per unit of the resource, in relation to the present economic state in the nation (These companies would buy, in USD, the hemp to manufacture with, until the harvesting is USD proofed; not requiring petroleum to run the machines or paying wages in USD).
After the first fiscal year, the number of circulated notes would be tallied, by the use of catalogued serial numbers (tracked like anonymous credit card numbers, tied to the hemp serial note, not the person), so that the sum could be grown to sustain the size of the economy. The supply will constantly grow and shrink at the same time because of how people consume and renew it.
As the fiscal years turn, all uncirculated notes would leave behind an amount of unredeemed hemp, that would rollover into the value of each note in the following year, i.e. out of 10 trillion pounds, if all but 1 trillion is used, then the notes are now worth 1.1x the amount as they were previously. That amount would be factored into the next year's crop size, to cover it possibly being redeemed later.
There could be a maximum of the number of years this amount would be covered by next year's crop, making inheritance of "old money" wealth out of the question and keeping the crop reserves fresh. So, if notes are not redeemed for, say, 3years, the serial numbers on the notes are "burned", removing that amount from what is to be grown the next year and making those particular notes unredeemable. This portion could be taxed to supply public sector programs with their needs, by turning into free food, clothes, shelter, fuel, etc.
The amount of hemp donated from the civilians between federally sanctioned crops would count against the amount of "hemp debt" factored for the added value notes (that didn't circulate the previous year and are not set to "burn" in that cycle) By surpassing the notes queued to cover the size of the economy for the next year, this starts to reduce interest rates on loans, potentially leading to a system that has NEGATIVE interest rates on loans.
The final reason this currency is inflation proof is that it's supplies will grow with the population: the more people alive, the more people that will want to consume cannabis, so more people will grow it. Inflation would only take place on non-renewable resources, that would increase in price with the overall amount of resource/money held at reserves, just to maintain it's rate of attainment, so as not to use these too quickly.
Cannabis can be grown everywhere humans live, so it can even be put to use as an international currency free from the barriers of languages and governments. The numbers I have crunched are only to outline a general concept. Starting with an overestimated 350 million US citizens, at 50k pounds per person, a 17.5 trillion pound reserves would be grown. Going from an estimated 6-10k pound per acre yield, it would require 1.75 to 2.92 billion acres. The US has ~2.25 billion arable acres, so this can possibly be done in a single year.
Some numbers I ran based on a full capacity use worldwide:
3.10798574 billion arable hectares of land on Earth * 2 crops a year * 8000 lbs is average between 6 and 10k lbs per hectare * 16 ounces per pound as the individual units likened to a dollar, totals 795,644,349,000,000 or 795 trillion, 644 billion, 349 million. That's the total potential of a world cannabis currency in individual slices in the pie if grown at full capacity.
Only 7.59 billion hectares are needed to give everyone on Earth a 1,250 square foot home. 971.25 trillion units worth of work that can be done in about two and a half years. On top of the fiber and hurds content used from the plant to make the houses, there would also be 3,000 lbs average of seed yield per hectare * the 3.10798574 billion hectares a year * 2 crops a year is 18,647,914,440,000 or 18.65 trillion lbs of seed, 46,619,786,100,000 or 46 trillion 619 billion 786 million 100 thousand lbs of seed after the 2.5 years to grow the hemp for fiber to build houses for everyone. 37 gallons of oil per acre from seed is 284.16 billion gallons in a year, or 710.4 billion gallons of hemp oil after the 2.5 years to grow the fiber to build houses for everyone.
That is a hypothetical cap to the planet's capacity for this economy. Even if scaling it down to small fractions of the areas mentioned, you can see that it still yields a considerable amount for trial local economies.
On top of all this the flowering tops of cannabis, which hold the most THC and CBD, would be representative of other products in the economy due to the other parts of the plant being applicable for so many uses. How could this system be managed? Since all cannabis varies a spectrometer device will be needed to “read” the THC and CBD of cannabis while simultaneously weighing it. This device could also double as a virtual wallet that would account for how many cannabinoids you have stored in the bank to avoid theft and inconvenience.
All in all, cannabis has a lot of uses, and potential uses. One day you could be driving a cannabis car, using cannabis fuel, on the way to your cannabis house, to eat your cannabis dinner, while wearing cannabis clothes, and all while everything was purchased with cannabis. This plant clearly forms a symbiotic relationship with humans, and for the health of our planet it should be accepted as a wise alternative to the harmful things we do to maintain our standard of living currently.

CannabisCurrency

https://www.reddit.com/economy/comments/4y9v9x/a_world_imagined/
.A Grow
.B Harvest
.C Contributors weigh by lbs. (Banks and Individuals)
.D Store in Central Vaults (Clear pyramid over an open pit with view of cranes picking out bales)
.E Paid wages on single hemp note, with a heading like a denomination bill, a security strip, given to each company, very precious tape embeded, a ledger following under where it's spent and for how much (bifolds like a check).
.F Each place of spending would take the note, scan a bar, which figures the difference, write a new line on the ledger, prints new heading with a new company security strip embeded, new value of note stated, and then destroy the old note in order for the print to work.
.G Built in system of recording, in case of failure and needing a note replaced.
.H Spent like an anonymous bank card, that communicates the trades of the values of hemp product and hemp currency, back to the reserves.
.I However, it is a note, resembling a Bond, with a binary strip or RFID embeded.
[US Dollar (USD)] = 1 [Current Currency (CC)] = [USD] x [Exchange Rate] [Hemp Reserve Note (HRN)] = [CC]
[Crop Unit] (CU, cubic 3 ft. bundle of raw plant) [Unit Weight] (UW, number of Lbs or Kgs)
Price of Crop Unit: [Hemp Reserve Notes (HRN)]/[CU] = 27([UW]/Ft3)* x 65[CC]** * = Actual Weight {[CU] =? [UW]/Ft3} ** = [CC]/[UW], subject to change when compared with national economic state. This number represents the quantity of base value(1CC) hemp notes per pound [Yearly Print (YP)] = [Reserve Crop Held in Lbs(RCH#)] x 65**
[Citizens' Withdraw in Hemp Notes (CW)] = [CC]/65**
{YP is the new hemp currency notes put into circulation each year, that represent the exact amount of the harvested plant, broken down into stackable blocks that has been verified to be able to produce X amount of each Known Goods (KG)} (Known Goods / KG: Refer to diagram - Message me for link to PDF containing graph)
Sources
Ferner, Matt. "10 Marijuana Edibles That Could Pass As 'Real' Food." Huffington Post. 15 10 2013 : n. page. Web. 4 Apr. 2014.
Gendell, Adam . "Paper is Made from What?!." GreenBlue. GreenBlue, 3 Oct. 2011. Web. 4 Apr. 2014.
"General Hemp Information." HempBasics. Natural Hemp Products, n.d. Web. 4 Apr. 2014
Gordon-Bloomfield, Nikki. "Canada's Cannabis Car." FoxNews.com. (2010): n. page. Web. 17 Mar. 2014.
"Henry Ford's Suppressed Hemp Car - What We All Should Be Driving." Spirit Science and Metaphysics. N.p., n.d. Web. 18 Apr. 2014.
"Hemp Flour and Hemp Seed Cake." HempSeed.ca. N.p., n.d. Web. 4 Apr. 2014
"Hemp history." Global Hemp. N.p., 2001. Web. 4 Apr. 2014
"105 Peer-Reviewed Studies on Marijuana." ProCon.org. N.p.,5 Sep. 2012. Web.4 Apr. 2014. Perritano, John. "Can I use hemp as a building material and to insulate my house?." how stuff works. n.d. n. page. Web. 4 Apr. 2014
UN, "Single Convention on Narcotic Drugs, 1961 ." United Nations Treaty Collection. un.org, 30 Mar. 1961. Web. 4 Apr. 2014.
Walia, Arjun . "20 Medical Studies That Prove Cannabis Can Cure Cancer." Collective Evolution. N.p., 23 Aug. 2013. Web.4 Apr.. 2014.
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A World Imagined

In order to sustain the presence of life and freedom on this planet Earth, it must be taken as a responsibility for the self-aware conscious beings that inhabit it, to engineer an environment of cohabitation and liberty, devoid of oppression to all other benign beings. Thus, we pledge to harmonize the functions of our labors to reverently nurture the cradle for anticipated generations, of all kinds. Striving without end, we embark on this task in gratitude, to allow nature take it's course, free of impairment. Priority of the task to embody compassion toward others will be perpetually held foremost, adapting habits to suit a symbiosis that considers the regional extents of intermingled thriving bodies, never to lessen their boundaries lest determined hazardous. Deliberation of this reasoning need not be outlined by numerous letter and character. By an evaluation of the merited, detriment or development shall be managed in appropriate fashion to align with the balances aforementioned.
The proposal being brought forward for balance and synergy with the planet, is a currency that is socially embellished by the cooperation of the people to contribute more as a whole than what is needed by the individuals. By which, making each denomination note worth more each year and eventually making itself obsolete as we move into a money free world. Imagine a currency backed by a renewable resource, with the benefit of manifesting our basic human needs and the means by which to share it for the progress of mankind. There is no other than the dog star plant to raise humanities standard of living to one of comfort for all lives.
Cannabis has been a useful plant for humanity since it's discovery several millennia ago, but around the world it was made illegal due to the U.N.’s Single Convention on Narcotic Drugs in 1961 A.D. (UN). However, people’s attitudes are changing today with Colorado, Alaska, Oregon, and Washington becoming the first states to legalize cannabis for purposes beyond medicine, we are now free to rediscover all the amazing things this plant can do for us and our planet.
As much as the digital age is fast reducing the need for printing many things, paper is very important to a modern economy as it serves as a medium for our currency, contracts, study, and especially artwork. Paper that is typically used in modern times is most often made of wood, along with chemicals not found in nature (Gendell). Needless to say, modern paper making is bad for the environment because it not only removes trees from their ecosystems, but also adds pollutants to the atmosphere by its production. Cannabis has the potential to replace wood, and does not need chemicals to become paper (General). Cannabis also produces more biomass per acre than trees, and in less time than it takes trees to grow. For comparison, one acre of cannabis will produce two crops in a year with the equivalent amount of 4 acres of trees. Cannabis can also be used to make cardboard and even tissue paper; basically every practical industry involving trees could instead be accomplished with cannabis.
Cannabis can also be eaten in a number of ways and all parts of the plant can be prepared into a wide variety of meals. It is very common for medical dispensaries to mix the flowering tops of cannabis into sweets because of its medicinal properties, and many of these sweets could pass as just regular food (Ferner). The seeds of the plant can be used to make a bread like substance known as hempseed cake. This cake is very good for whoever consumes it as it is high in many vitamins and minerals such as magnesium and manganese (Hemp Flour). The leaves and stalk of the plant can be prepared into a drink that the Indians call “bhang” (pronounced bong) it’s a very creamy and smooth drink that tastes like water if nothing is added to the original recipe, however one can add chocolate to it for flavor, or cinnamon for flavor and memory enhancing properties. Now you can eat cannabis and drink it too, all the while its good for you, they basically made the best vegetable illegal.
Cannabis has very strong fibers that can be made into products ranging from T-shirts to Hammocks. Cannabis also grows faster than traditional sources of clothing fiber such as cotton; two to three times faster to be exact (General). What this means is that cannabis is a stronger material than what people currently use now and it is also easier to grow more of it. Cannabis could therefore be a solution to clothing the world’s population at a time when many are worrying about overpopulation, and lack of resources.
The parts of the cannabis plant that are not used for fibers are known as hurds which make up about 70% of the plant’s biomass. These hurds can be used for building material when combined with lime (General). The resulting material is called hempcrete; a material which is both self-insulating and fire proof. This material also has a carbon negative action on the atmosphere, which means that it takes CO2 out of the atmosphere and locks it inside the material of the building. On top of this carbon negative benefit of hempcrete is another: reduced energy costs due to its superior insulation properties. One of the biggest contributors to greenhouse gasses in the atmosphere is human homes; making homes carbon negative and less dependent on fossil fuels could help turn the clock back when it comes to excess carbon in our atmosphere (Perritano). These buildings are not new, in fact the roman aqueducts in France were made of this same material, and are still standing today even 2000 years after Rome collapsed! This implies that carbon negative action taken now will have positive effects for generations to come. It also implies that if we made public buildings out of this material we could spend less on maintaining them, and less on replacing them.
Finding a sustainable, efficient, and clean energy source has been a very big challenge for people in the 21st Century, but the search may be over as cannabis can also be made into fuel. Biodiesel can be made out of cannabis oils from the seeds and stalk of the plant, while biofuel is made from just the stalks of cannabis (General). As stated earlier cannabis grows much faster than many plants in the world, and it can also be grown all over the world. What this implies is that people would have the ability to generate their own fuel, and in turn the laws of supply and demand would lower gas prices. Not only would gas be cheaper if we produced cannabis fuel, it would create a respiratory like cycle between cars and their fuel. CO2 would be burned and released into the atmosphere and then reabsorbed by cannabis plants ready to be turned into fuel or another product. Henry Ford even demonstrated that a car can be fueled by nothing but cannabis (Henry Ford's). Essentially what cannabis allows humans to do is have a healthy natural relationship with our planet while still enjoying the pleasures of the modern world.
Motor vehicles are a huge part of our economy given that they transport goods and people from place to place, but they are made of materials that must be mined to acquire. Luckily cannabis can be made into a light durable plastic that is ideal for motor vehicles. In fact Canadian scientists have already made one.(Gordon) The Scientists discovered that by using cannabis in the creation of this car that less fuels are needed to push the car forward because the cannabis plastic is much lighter than traditional materials. Cannabis is also stronger than steel when put in this form (Gordon). So now you can make a car out of cannabis and fuel it with cannabis, while at the same time being more efficient than regular fossil fuels and stronger than traditional car material.
The most well-known use of cannabis is its medical applications. Over 20 states in the United States have recognized that cannabis is effective when treating certain ailments. For instance just recently Utah passed a bill that allows epileptic people access to CBD oil: an extract of cannabis that prevents seizures and is known as an antipsychotic. Cannabis has another compound in it loved by patients everywhere because of its innumerable applications, that compound is known as THC. THC was the reason the plant was made illegal in the first place, but that was because people had very little knowledge of its true effects. The most shocking of these medical effects is that THC actually strengthens the brain rather than weaken it as THC protects it from neurdegeneration (Walia). This protection actually prevents Alzheimer’s disease and other symptoms of aging. THC has also been proven to reduce tumors from different cancers in multiple studies. One myth about cannabis is that it gives the consumer more lung cancer than tobacco, but the opposite is actually true cannabis cures and prevents lung cancer in the consumer, and has also been found to reduce asthma. When it comes to most cancers cannabis makes these cells wither and die; denying someone this medicine because of a propaganda campaign is morally wrong. Cannabis can be used for less serious conditions as well such as chronic pain from multiple diseases (105 Peer-Reviewed). Cannabis has also been proven to help people with bipolar disorder manage their condition by improving their memory, attention, and general attitude. THC also has the effect of improving appetite which is very valuable to AIDS patients who have trouble eating, as well as people with eating disorders. To say the least Cannabis has a lot of medical applications and more are surely going to be discovered now that people are more accepting of the plant.
Cannabis’s greatest application could be its use as a currency. Throughout history, I know of 3 monetary systems: bartering goods and services, gold/silver standard money, and fiat currency. Cannabis as a medium of exchange is not a new idea; in fact Thomas Jefferson used it as currency when the government ran out of money in May of 1781 while he was governor of Virginia.("Hemp history") Just as with gold backing, such a currency would operate by having each note redeemable for an amount of hemp, whether raw or in a refined state of oil, seed, fiber, or hurds. AN ACTUAL "federal reserve" would grow, harvest, and hold this crop, along with printing the amount of money equal to the amount of resource held, so that these notes can be redeemed at the banks for the harvested raw and/or refined hemp (oil, fiber, hurd, etc). Currently our currency is based on debt, not value, and this can lead to problems among neighbors, fearing scarcity. For every dollar we print we go that much plus interest in debt: meaning we can never pay our debt off even if we used every dollar in existence. Cannabis offers us a way out of perpetual debt, and also gives the power of currency to the people rather than the privately owned Federal Reserve.
Cannabis backed currency is a unit of accountability to our ecosystem and the betterment to our every man, woman, and child. An open worldwide market utilizing a network of claimed lands would serve as the basis for a cooperative economy and government, funded by a property tax of cannabis; that is to say, the more land that you participate with, the more cannabis you pay in taxes. The government would have to send high quality seeds to all land owning people in order for this system to be fair, but at least debt is not inherently created as a loan of principle and interest when this money enters the economy.
Citizens would replace their current currency notes at the reserve with the new cannabis notes, at the same value as compared with how much raw material that amount would purchase from the reserve. ANYone, at ANY time, has the option to grow a crop to turn in to the reserves, to attain cannabis currency (the reason that this benefit does not collapse the system and erase the need for jobs by citizens, and in turn erase capitalism markets, is because it can only be done once, possibly twice, a year).
To phase it into society, the best method would be to start with businesses that can utilize the crop either by 100% or a considerable amount, for them to pay their employees in hemp notes in a slowly increasing percentage of wages and to buy hemp ingredients for their products from the new hemp banks, at an appropriate amount per unit of the resource, in relation to the present economic state in the nation (These companies would buy, in USD, the hemp to manufacture with, until the harvesting is USD proofed; not requiring petroleum to run the machines or paying wages in USD).
After the first fiscal year, the number of circulated notes would be tallied, by the use of catalogued serial numbers (tracked like anonymous credit card numbers, tied to the hemp serial note, not the person), so that the sum could be grown to sustain the size of the economy. The supply will constantly grow and shrink at the same time because of how people consume and renew it.
As the fiscal years turn, all uncirculated notes would leave behind an amount of unredeemed hemp, that would rollover into the value of each note in the following year, i.e. out of 10 trillion pounds, if all but 1 trillion is used, then the notes are now worth 1.1x the amount as they were previously. That amount would be factored into the next year's crop size, to cover it possibly being redeemed later.
There could be a maximum of the number of years this amount would be covered by next year's crop, making inheritance of "old money" wealth out of the question and keeping the crop reserves fresh. So, if notes are not redeemed for, say, 3years, the serial numbers on the notes are "burned", removing that amount from what is to be grown the next year and making those particular notes unredeemable. This portion could be taxed to supply public sector programs with their needs, by turning into free food, clothes, shelter, fuel, etc.
The amount of hemp donated from the civilians between federally sanctioned crops would count against the amount of "hemp debt" factored for the added value notes (that didn't circulate the previous year and are not set to "burn" in that cycle) By surpassing the notes queued to cover the size of the economy for the next year, this starts to reduce interest rates on loans, potentially leading to a system that has NEGATIVE interest rates on loans.
The final reason this currency is inflation proof is that it's supplies will grow with the population: the more people alive, the more people that will want to consume cannabis, so more people will grow it. Inflation would only take place on non-renewable resources, that would increase in price with the overall amount of resource/money held at reserves, just to maintain it's rate of attainment, so as not to use these too quickly.
Cannabis can be grown everywhere humans live, so it can even be put to use as an international currency free from the barriers of languages and governments. The numbers I have crunched are only to outline a general concept. Starting with an overestimated 350 million US citizens, at 50k pounds per person, a 17.5 trillion pound reserves would be grown. Going from an estimated 6-10k pound per acre yield, it would require 1.75 to 2.92 billion acres. The US has ~2.25 billion arable acres, so this can possibly be done in a single year.
Some numbers I ran based on a full capacity use worldwide:
3.10798574 billion arable hectares of land on Earth * 2 crops a year * 8000 lbs is average between 6 and 10k lbs per hectare * 16 ounces per pound as the individual units likened to a dollar, totals 795,644,349,000,000 or 795 trillion, 644 billion, 349 million. That's the total potential of a world cannabis currency in individual slices in the pie if grown at full capacity.
Only 7.59 billion hectares are needed to give everyone on Earth a 1,250 square foot home. 971.25 trillion units worth of work that can be done in about two and a half years. On top of the fiber and hurds content used from the plant to make the houses, there would also be 3,000 lbs average of seed yield per hectare * the 3.10798574 billion hectares a year * 2 crops a year is 18,647,914,440,000 or 18.65 trillion lbs of seed, 46,619,786,100,000 or 46 trillion 619 billion 786 million 100 thousand lbs of seed after the 2.5 years to grow the hemp for fiber to build houses for everyone. 37 gallons of oil per acre from seed is 284.16 billion gallons in a year, or 710.4 billion gallons of hemp oil after the 2.5 years to grow the fiber to build houses for everyone.
That is a hypothetical cap to the planet's capacity for this economy. Even if scaling it down to small fractions of the areas mentioned, you can see that it still yields a considerable amount for trial local economies.
On top of all this the flowering tops of cannabis, which hold the most THC and CBD, would be representative of other products in the economy due to the other parts of the plant being applicable for so many uses. How could this system be managed? Since all cannabis varies a spectrometer device will be needed to “read” the THC and CBD of cannabis while simultaneously weighing it. This device could also double as a virtual wallet that would account for how many cannabinoids you have stored in the bank to avoid theft and inconvenience.
All in all, cannabis has a lot of uses, and potential uses. One day you could be driving a cannabis car, using cannabis fuel, on the way to your cannabis house, to eat your cannabis dinner, while wearing cannabis clothes, and all while everything was purchased with cannabis. This plant clearly forms a symbiotic relationship with humans, and for the health of our planet it should be accepted as a wise alternative to the harmful things we do to maintain our standard of living currently.

CannabisCurrency

https://www.reddit.com/economy/comments/4y9v9x/a_world_imagined/
.A Grow
.B Harvest
.C Contributors weigh by lbs. (Banks and Individuals)
.D Store in Central Vaults (Clear pyramid over an open pit with view of cranes picking out bales)
.E Paid wages on single hemp note, with a heading like a denomination bill, a security strip, given to each company, very precious tape embeded, a ledger following under where it's spent and for how much (bifolds like a check).
.F Each place of spending would take the note, scan a bar, which figures the difference, write a new line on the ledger, prints new heading with a new company security strip embeded, new value of note stated, and then destroy the old note in order for the print to work.
.G Built in system of recording, in case of failure and needing a note replaced.
.H Spent like an anonymous bank card, that communicates the trades of the values of hemp product and hemp currency, back to the reserves.
.I However, it is a note, resembling a Bond, with a binary strip or RFID embeded.
[US Dollar (USD)] = 1 [Current Currency (CC)] = [USD] x [Exchange Rate] [Hemp Reserve Note (HRN)] = [CC]
[Crop Unit] (CU, cubic 3 ft. bundle of raw plant) [Unit Weight] (UW, number of Lbs or Kgs)
Price of Crop Unit: [Hemp Reserve Notes (HRN)]/[CU] = 27([UW]/Ft3)* x 65[CC]** * = Actual Weight {[CU] =? [UW]/Ft3} ** = [CC]/[UW], subject to change when compared with national economic state. This number represents the quantity of base value(1CC) hemp notes per pound [Yearly Print (YP)] = [Reserve Crop Held in Lbs(RCH#)] x 65**
[Citizens' Withdraw in Hemp Notes (CW)] = [CC]/65**
{YP is the new hemp currency notes put into circulation each year, that represent the exact amount of the harvested plant, broken down into stackable blocks that has been verified to be able to produce X amount of each Known Goods (KG)} (Known Goods / KG: Refer to diagram - Message me for link to PDF containing graph)
Sources
Ferner, Matt. "10 Marijuana Edibles That Could Pass As 'Real' Food." Huffington Post. 15 10 2013 : n. page. Web. 4 Apr. 2014.
Gendell, Adam . "Paper is Made from What?!." GreenBlue. GreenBlue, 3 Oct. 2011. Web. 4 Apr. 2014.
"General Hemp Information." HempBasics. Natural Hemp Products, n.d. Web. 4 Apr. 2014
Gordon-Bloomfield, Nikki. "Canada's Cannabis Car." FoxNews.com. (2010): n. page. Web. 17 Mar. 2014.
"Henry Ford's Suppressed Hemp Car - What We All Should Be Driving." Spirit Science and Metaphysics. N.p., n.d. Web. 18 Apr. 2014.
"Hemp Flour and Hemp Seed Cake." HempSeed.ca. N.p., n.d. Web. 4 Apr. 2014
"Hemp history." Global Hemp. N.p., 2001. Web. 4 Apr. 2014
"105 Peer-Reviewed Studies on Marijuana." ProCon.org. N.p.,5 Sep. 2012. Web.4 Apr. 2014. Perritano, John. "Can I use hemp as a building material and to insulate my house?." how stuff works. n.d. n. page. Web. 4 Apr. 2014
UN, "Single Convention on Narcotic Drugs, 1961 ." United Nations Treaty Collection. un.org, 30 Mar. 1961. Web. 4 Apr. 2014.
Walia, Arjun . "20 Medical Studies That Prove Cannabis Can Cure Cancer." Collective Evolution. N.p., 23 Aug. 2013. Web.4 Apr.. 2014.
~Written by Douglas A. Pagoria & Zachary D. Bautista
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