Everything happens for a reason. 30 years later, Bloom still can’t drop the hate.
I tried to grab a screen shot, but halfway through he erased it and decided my front lawn was not the place to take this dump.
Every previous time Bloom has come to my page to throw shade, I’d flame him crispy with my dragon roar, and he’d quickly delete his comment, so as to remove my response, meekly backing away all blackened. He can’t really do flame war against me because he can’t compete with the truth against his lies.
So I did something I never did before, I went over to his group CelebStoner, and, sure enough, the link to the story pops up, posted by Bloom and headlined, “Poor Steve Hager, always whining.”
Thing is I wasn’t even interviewed for the story. I haven’t done interviews since I departed the realms of cannabis many years ago. So how am I whining? Lots of people chimed in, yeah, Hager’s a whiner. That comment had zero to do with the link. It was just his way of taking a dump on the first story to praise me in American history. If you don’t believe me, find another.
Bloom knows I have PTSD and he knows 420 is a trigger, and he pulls it every chance he gets. And he gets it every 420.
It’s become life-threatening for me as he has given me uncontrollable hypertension that can’t be treated by meds. But what that does is give me energy to fight back. So I start defending myself coherently, with reasoned debate and real facts, and Bloom’s only response in real time is “blah, blah, blah.”
So I defend myself more, and he responds with the same three words.
For his third repartee, he drops the bomb on me. He was obviously very frustrated by his inability to spar with me intellectually, so he blurted out his trump card, something he always plays in private, but when I confront him in real time on his own Facebook group in front of his toadies, he is on the spot, so he decides to go dragon and roars: “Hager was suspended numerous times for sexual harassment.”
Something like that is enough to push my blood pressure to 220, and it did. And I have been in a PTSD crisis every since. Writing these rants is one of the tools I use to help me wind down, along with drinking water and riding my pedal boat.
My big fear is Bloom is going to give me a heart attack, and the narrative he has salted, “Steve Hager is a serial sex abuser who had nothing to do with spreading 420,” will go down in history as the real story.
And few people seem to comprehend what’s going on. This is not two equals squabbling over minor shit. Bloom is attacking me and destroying the beautiful vibes I had laid down for 420, which is now a cloud of smoke and nothing more. Just like he yanked the spirituality out of the Bonghitters, he has successfully yanked it out of 420.
It’s not too late to do something to swing things back the way they were when I was the center of gravity on 420, and it wasn’t about me, it was about having a moment of silence.
Why does this matter? Because cannabis is spiritually charged and 420 is the manifestation that caused legalization.
I saw the flyer the same time Bloom did. I had a satori moment and said, we can use this to help legalization and get religious rights. Bloom just thought it was stupid and something to make a joke out it. I thought it had Pythagorean implications. Bloom likely has zero concept of who Pythagoras was or what he did to bring Zoroastrian magic to Greece.
The story of how it began, how it spread, are of utmost importance to get correct for future generations because cannabis is the sacrament of peace culture and holy.
