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Covid-19 Meets One Love
Sunday, October 4th, 2020; my late Father’s birthday.
The current time in Washington D.C. 7:22 AM, London 12:23 PM, Moscow 2:23 PM, and Beijing 7:24 PM.
Here are the latest numbers from Worldometer:
35,182,645 people have been infected around the globe with Covid-19.
1,038,810 have died from the disease. 26,167,267 have recovered. 4% death rate.
The rest are open cases awaiting an outcome.
What a week in the newsroom. Wildfires just slowing down, to Presidential Debate, and then President Trump caught Covid-19.
It still hits you a little that he got the disease right before the election. Only with time to recover before voting begins at the ballot box. Does it make him a better Commander and Chief to have won a battle with the invisible foe?
God only knows. Jah Rasta watch over ya. The Hemp flag salute to the man who made it legal. They moved him to the Hospital before he order a King of Hemp preroll and the First Lady wanted the Caviar. Both great products, delivered right to 1600 Black Lives Matter Drive.
Yet it’s the healing from the CBD that strengthens the heart with Love. It really can be a beneficial medicine. It doesn’t have to be the best medicine. Only it can work on different levels.
The small family farm can be sustainable. How’s that for some reduced swelling and pain relief.
Major pharmaceutical companies make some designer stuff. Yet where does this sterile environment exist in nature? A secret place for Lab Technicians to go on the weekend?
No. They want to go to the beach. Or go on a hike in the woods. Or a drive in the country. Sadly that’s disappearing because Hemp hasn’t become the environmentally sustainable option it’s meant to be. There’s still time. There’s always time until the end of time.
A miracle no. Yet maybe a miracle could lead us all there to that golden dawn of a strong growing economy that helps to sustain the Earth’s environment in a way that’s beneficial to humans, animals, marine life, and plants.
Earth the greatest spaceship of them all. We already travel the stars. Can we keep going for thousands of years making discoveries, or maybe even millions, or billions of years?
We must be able to think that way in order to accomplish it.
And that’s where it’s at on a historical note, with this one planet circling a sun that’s gliding around the Milky Way Galaxy with no one at the wheel.
Only now can we see this truth, on the verge of a new Space era, with Hemp helping us terraform the Solar System.
Right on, right on, right on, keep it cool man.
Someday we all sail that abyss; in the calm of the cosmos remains where we belong the most.
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