WTF with the SF this weekend? It was crazy, crazy hot here (crazy for the City known for the comforting coolness of the fog). Maybe it was the heat that made people go all stabby.
Three guys were stabbed at the EndUp (apparently they stabbed each other) late Saturday night/early Sunday morning, and cops found a stabbing victim with life-threatening injuries in the Castro at 2:00 a.m. [weekend blotter at the SFist]
I have always considered SF a pretty safe place. What's with all the sharp objects?
On a lighter note, it's April 20, or 4/20, so stoners: smoke 'em if you got 'em.
I don't smoke pot, but I am not against it (with my respiratory system I don't smoke anything). The ignorant and puritanical national fear fever has got to stop sometime. It annoys me to no end that the whole "pot is dangerous" idea is basically the fault of William Randolph "You give the the photos I'll give you a war" Hearst who carried out an extensive campaign against hemp back in the day as it threatened his fortune in timber interests as hemp was going to be used as a cheaper and more viable pulp source for paper. Then the completely hysterical (but not in the funny way) Reefer Madness propaganda film.
Man, America in the 50's was bat-shit paranoid. (Why are those people still leading the Republican party? Bring on Meghan McCain already. )
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