And now, as we enter 2026, we're facing what can only be described as an existential threat to cannabis legalization. Multiple states are considering rolling back their legal markets entirely. Federal rescheduling turned out to be a corporate giveaway rather than real reform. Hemp bans are crushing a thriving industry. The propaganda machine is working overtime with "scromiting" scares and heart attack fears.
How much do I actually need to grow to keep myself supplied year-round? Today, we're going to do the math. We'll figure out consumption rates, grow timelines, yields, and create an actual calendar showing you how to maintain a perpetual supply of homegrown cannabis without ever running out.
It starts with the basics. Grow your own food. Create a corporation with a group of people you trust. Use their own corporate laws against them. Buy land out in the middle of nowhere and begin developing. Use the corporate system to create privately owned neighborhoods and connect via an independent communications network. Create "off the grid" solutions and connect with other "off the grid" communities. The technology is there—mesh networks, solar power, cryptocurrency—use it. Build a world inside their world that they cannot touch.
GOP Senator Thom Tillis recently voiced his opposition to Trump's Schedule III rescheduling order, dusting off that old faithful propaganda chestnut: marijuana is a gateway drug. You know, the theory that smoking a joint inevitably leads to shooting heroin in a back alley while your life crumbles around you.
Researchers analyzed HIV patients—one of the most medically vulnerable populations you can study—and found that cannabis use was not associated with heart abnormalities. Let me repeat that for the people in the back: not associated with heart abnormalities.
Take cannabis, for example—my favorite barometer for societal sanity. We went from "this will literally destroy your brain and turn you into a violent criminal" to "okay maybe it's medicine" to "actually it's legal in half the states" to "wait no we're banning hemp THC and maybe repealing legalization entirely" to "Schedule III but only for Big Pharma" all within a couple of decades. And we're supposed to pretend this makes sense?
Furthermore, Schedule III could mean that independent researchers—not just pharma shills—might finally get a seat at the table. Universities won't have to fear losing their funding just for touching the plant. We might see a new wave of "less biased" research that explores the nuances of the entourage effect or minor cannabinoids like THCV or CBG, rather than just focusing on how much "reefer madness" can be induced in a lab rat.
Well, folks, we made it through another year in the wildest timeline. 2025 was a rollercoaster ride through cannabis policy chaos, and I've got the whiplash to prove it. As I sit here reflecting on the year that was, I'm reminded that trying to make sense of cannabis policy in America is like trying to nail Jell-O to a wall while riding a unicycle backwards. It's messy, it's unpredictable, and you're probably going to fall on your ass.
Have you scromited yet? No? Well, buckle up, because that's the latest buzzword the propaganda machine wants you to associate with cannabis. And if you haven't heard of it yet, don't worry—you will. They're making sure of that.
The Greench hated Dankmas! The whole Dankmas season! Now, please don't ask why. There were plenty of reasons. It could be his head wasn't screwed on quite right. It could be, perhaps, that his wallet was tight. But I think that the most likely reason of all May have been that his profit margins were two sizes too small.
