The Real King of Dabbing

When I got involved with cannabis legalization in 1987, I didn’t know much even though I’d been using cannabis off and on for over 15 years. The first big revelation came after I read an unpublished manuscript called The Emperor Wears No Clothes by Jack Herer.
Jack had been touting hemp as the answer to the world’s petrochemical problems for a long time, as he believed it was the only plant that could save the world from petrochemical collapse. Unfortunately, Jack was being treated like a quack by the cannabis community. Were his claims exaggerated? Yes, but the truths far out-weighed the exaggerations.
But after I began publishing Jack’s research and taking him seriously, Jack quickly became the poster boy of legalization, famous world-wide. Shortly before he passed away, Jack called me and asked if I would do a feature on Rick Simpson. I’d heard of Rick, although no one in the cannabis community (except Jack) was taking him seriously. So on Jack’s word it was an important story worth pursuing, I took a trip to Canada, interviewed Rick, and wrote the first national magazine article on his cancer cure. Everything about Rick reminded me about Jack when I first met him. They were both impassioned about spreading the word about the powers of cannabis. And both tended to exaggerate, but the exaggerations were far out-weighed by the truths they’d uncovered.
I expected Rick would soon be elevated to the same status as Jack, and even talked about that evolution at Jack’s funeral. But that still hasn’t happened. In fact, the second I published that article many years ago, a huge backlash appeared against Rick, coming from all directions. Instead of embracing the potential news of a powerful new medicine in the fight against cancer, Rick was attacked as being a fraud. While it’s true Rick is a barefoot doctor practicing medicine without a license, he also has a string of success stories to back up his claims. And Rick’s exaggerations about the healing powers of cannabis were never any more wild than similar statements Jack had made about hemp. If you want to concentrate on proving some claims are slightly exaggerated, that’s easy, but that ignores the revelations they were unveiling.
Meanwhile, people inside the cannabis community came after Rick with all guns blazing, some claiming the oil Rick was using was deadly and poisonous because it was made with petroleum products. Meanwhile, many of those same people were no doubt firing-up joints with butane lighters, ingesting far more petrochemicals¬† than could ever be found in any of Rick’s oil.
Rick exposed the Cancer-Industry-Complex, which includes not only the corporations and for-profit hospitals, but also the cancer charities that have collected billions to supposedly cure cancer, when, in fact, over the last fifty years cancer continues exploding. Aside from a few exceptions, death rates have improved little. If the Cancer Complex really wanted to find a cure, why is it not a single cancer charity put a dime into investigating Rick’s claims? And why is it not a single international cannabis magazine put Rick on its cover or gives him the respect he deserves as the father of this movement?
I have to believe one reason the cannabis community is so divided is because it’s penetrated by spooks who constantly pump out disinfo and seek to turn us against ourselves and divide our energies. Right now the biggest craze in cannabis is smoking oil. And the biggest political development is the rise of CBD oils that don’t get people high, which are quickly being legalized everywhere. But no where do I see anyone giving Rick Simpson credit for instigating this move to embrace cannabis oil. It was really a campaign he started, and obviously it’s been a huge success, even if no one wants to give him the credit for starting it.
Meanwhile, scientific verification of Rick’s protocol continues to gain steam, even if many of the patients using it are only days from death when they start his therapy. I was particularly struck by a paper published recently about a young girl who’d gone through intensive chemo and after it had zero impact on her cancer, she was sent home to die. As a last resort, her parents put her on oil. Testing showed the oil had an immediate impact on her cancer, something chemo did not. The problem, however, was there was no reliable source of oil, and no testing of the resin content. Some oils worked better than others, but if you don’t have proper testing, you don’t really know what you’re dealing with. She was already so weakened by standard therapies that she didn’t survive, but her charts show the benefits of oil are real.
If you’d like to examine the published paper, you can find it here:

In Praise of Doctor Grinspoon


With any luck, marijuana will soon be legal and millions of patients will no longer be persecuted for seeking herbal remedies. It’s been a monumental struggle conducted through numerous generations but when the great warriors who made a difference are finally counted, Dr. Lester Grinspoon will remain in a category all his own.

I first met Lester on the set of the Ron Reagan Jr. show in Los Angeles. Lester immediately reminded me of my dad. Not just because of a certain facial resemblance, but also because Lester was a professor at Harvard and my dad was a biochemist there in the 1950s, although he and my mom hated the politics at that university. To get an idea of how vicious Harvard can be, Lester was denied full professorship his entire life despite having a powerful impact on the history of medicine on many levels.

At this point, cancer touches everyone, but none like Lester, who lost an 11-year-old son to that most dreaded disease. It was during this process Lester discovered the medicinal effects of marijuana. He published the first honest look at the subject and at that moment every door of possible advancement inside Harvard closed forever. Lester could have just kept his mouth shut, like so many others within the system, but Lester’s integrity is too great. And that is why Lester is the soul and conscience of the medical marijuana community, and I couldn’t imagine a more appropriate person for that job.

A few years ago, I wrote the first major magazine article on Rick Simpson. Before I published the article, I sent a copy to Lester to review. I did this knowing Lester had his own battle with cancer and I was also encouraging him to start eating massive amounts of oil. Lester was alarmed by my article, however, as he felt it conveyed an unbalanced portrayal of the science involved. Everything was anecdotal and zero evidence had been produced by anyone. His rebuttal to my article was posted on the High Times website and some people thought I was upset. On the contrary, I was happy to have some perspective from a qualified source of information. The mission became clear: find some real evidence regarding cannabis and cancer.

The first person I contacted was Valerie Corral at WAMM in Santa Cruz. At this point, Val had not even heard about cannabis oil treatment and it took years for her to marshal some evidence. During this time, only a few fully documented success stories emerged, including biochemist Dennis Hill, 4-year-old Cash Hyde, and Michelle Aldrich, who’d received oil from Valerie. I was overjoyed when Michelle came forward and had a brief facebook exchange in which I said I was looking forward to Lester’s mea culpa. (When Lester first contacted me, he’d said if any real evidence emerged of cannabis curing someone’s cancer, he’d write the first paper on the subject. He brought up the words mea culpa. They aren’t really part of my vocabulary.) So when I said I was looking forward to Lester’s “mea culpa” I did not mean to suggest Lester needed to write anything or, worse, was withholding information. I was only expressing my hope that the curative effects of cannabis oil will some day be documented and more widely known among the general population. But every time we seem on the verge of taking that step forward, we slip another step back. For example, Lester was in the process of writing up Dennis Hill’s success story when it was discovered Dennis had a major setback. We also lost young Cash Hyde.

People ask me all the time, what should I do? Who do I believe? If you have cancer, my advice is to move to Colorado or Washington (or at least get some oil from those locations). But I also strongly urge you to see an oncologist and pursue all avenues of defense. The oil, meanwhile, will do no harm and will certainly make you feel better. The anti-tumor effects of cannabis are well documented, but shrinking tumors and curing cancer are world’s apart. When Lester writes a paper about cannabis curing cancer, you can believe we’ve crossed the Rubicon. But only Lester can be the judge of when that should happen, if ever. In the meantime, I’d appreciate the activists on all sides of this issue to avoid further baiting me or Lester, a person I would never disrespect or dishonor.

In closing here’s a clip from our first encounter:

What Goes Around Comes Around

First, there was Yahweh….






Then came a different concept of God, one based on vibrations, energy and love…







First there was The Great Builder, Ramesses….







Then came the Great Communicator, Ronald Reagan….







First came the Egyptian Prince who led the Jews out of slavery….








Then came a (formerly rightwing) Jew, who led the hippies out of mental slavery…








Moses didn’t make it to the Promised Land. Jack didn’t make it to full out legalization. But then came Joshua….







Known today as this guy….

who actually did make it to the Promised Land


How Rick Simpson got started

From the time he was 12 years old, Rick Simpson just wanted a job so he could make some money. He was smart enough to get by in school without having to open a book, so education wasn’t something he took very seriously. After getting in trouble for supplying his teacher with a case of beer as a Christmas present in the 9th grade, he dropped out rather than face the consequences from the school administrators. At age 16, he went to work in the steel mills in Ontario, Canada. Two years later, he moved back to his hometown in Spring Hill, Nova Scotia, and got married. Before long, he had a job maintaining boilers for All Saints’ Hospital. Then his cousin was diagnosed with cancer.
“They found a little bump on his rib cage and cut him open. He went from 200 pounds down to about 130. In 1972 we were having a drink and he collapsed right in front of me. I knew damn well it had to be the cancer coming back. They gave him six months to live, and he made it through three. I was 22 years old and didn’t know anyone who had died from cancer. He was down to about 50 pounds when he died on November 18, 1972. I used to shave him and it was like trying to shave a skeleton.”
Two years after his cousin died, Simpson was listening to his car radio when he heard the results of a medical study from the University of Virginia claiming THC reduced brain tumors in mice.
“I stopped my car and just stared at the radio,” recalls Simpson. “At the time, I didn’t smoke pot or anything, although most of my friends did. The guy on the radio was laughing like a fool. Like this was all a big joke. I never heard anything more about it, so I thought it must be a joke.”
It was no joke. The Medical College of Virginia had been funded by the National Institute of Health to find evidence marijuana damaged the immune system. Imagine their surprise when the results came back indicating the opposite effect: instead of hastening the death of mice implanted with brain cancer, marijuana dramatically slowed the growth of their tumors and extended their lives.