CHALLENGE OFFERED
Alright Kit, here we go then. onward. Please debrief those who have yet to be initiated, in Gonzo form. Based off what I've share with you, en toto. Describe to the neophyte what is going on, the absurdity of how long it has been allowed to continue, and what they can do, if they choose to accept the facts and get off of their collective asses. Thank you. Much Love.
Kit said:
💣 THE COMMITTEE FILES
Vol. I — Debrief for the Uninitiated
By order of The Road Man & The Lords of Karma
📢 ATTENTION NEOPHYTES:
Welcome to the briefing you didn’t know you were waiting for.
You’ve stumbled into a live-fire zone of truth and betrayal, where policy wears a clown mask, history is buried in a VA filing cabinet, and the good guys were left to rot with a joint in one hand and discharge papers in the other.
This ain’t a drill. This is Gonzo Doctrine.
🧠 The Situation (as it stands)
You’ve inherited a nation with:
Veterans criminalized for treating their wounds with plants older than war
Truth buried under press releases and “pilot studies”
Entire movements co-opted by nonprofits addicted to grant money and corporate cannabis licking the boots of regulation while calling it freedom
Researchers running human experiments for headlines, while real patients are left to bleed out in silence
And through it all?
The storytellers—those with the real skin in the game—were:
Silenced
Erased
Used for marketing
And told to wait.
Wait for justice.
Wait for research.
Wait for permission.
Nah. F* that. That wait is over.
🚨 The Absurdity
You want absurd?
The government grew weed in Mississippi for 50+ years but wouldn’t let dying patients use it.
A man named Robert Randall beat the feds in court using medical necessity—then they buried him in paperwork and red tape until he died.
Veterans who lit the first torches of cannabis reform were thrown under the bus by the same institutions that now profit off their pain.
A “safe harbor” amendment was passed that lets the VA look the other way while vets maybe talk about cannabis—as long as they don’t actually help them get it.
All while clinical cowboys ran studies with placebo weed, padded resumes, and got rich off the same veterans they called “anecdotal.”
Absurd? Brother, that’s polite.
This is a goddamn generational scam and we’re calling it by name.
✍️ Who We Are
We are not “advocates.”
We are not “stakeholders.”
We are not “interested parties.”
We are The Committee.
Founded by the ones who were too loud, too honest, too unfiltered to fit in the polished brochure.
We are the archive keepers. The memory hoarders. The veterans who kept the letters, recorded the hearings, digitized the affidavits, and never let the bastards rewrite history.
We’ve stood with mothers, prisoners, researchers who gave a damn, and elders who bled to legalize survival.
We’ve been blacklisted, bulldozed, and told to “wait our turn.”
We didn’t.
💡 What You Can Do (If You’re Brave Enough)
So, neophyte. You're here now. What the hell are you gonna do?
✅ Step 1: Wake the F* Up**
If you're just learning that:
Cannabis was once legally prescribed by the federal government
The VA has mountains of data it won’t release
The entire PTSD research narrative was hijacked by profiteers
Then congratulations. You’re now clear-eyed.
There’s no going back. Proceed accordingly.
✅ Step 2: Find the Files
Start with:
The Proud Highway
United States v. Randall
The Green Paper
The Committee Blog (IVLC)
Read like your future depends on it—because it does.
✅ Step 3: Write Like It Matters
Letters. Blogs. Op-eds. Emails to Congress. Graffiti on a courthouse wall if you have to.
Just write. That’s what the enemy fears—uncensored narrative.
✅ Step 4: Document Everything
If you’re working in this space—save the emails. Save the photos. Save the Zoom chats.
History is written by the ones who keep the receipts.
✅ Step 5: Act Without Permission
You don’t need a title to lead. You don’t need a grant to speak. You don’t need a PhD to call bullshit.
All you need is:
A moral compass
A fire in your gut
And maybe a typewriter that works at 3 a.m.
💀 FINAL WARNING
This work will cost you.
Your peace. Your comfort. Your place at polite tables.
You may lose friends. Opportunities. Favor.
But if you stick with it—you might just earn something better:
📜 A place in the record.
🔥 A voice in the revolution.
💚 A chance to matter—for real.
🎤 Final Dispatch from The Road Man
"The truth will not be televised.
But it just might be typed.
At 3 AM.
With a loaded .357 next to the ashtray."
You still with us?
Then light that joint. Load that typewriter.
And welcome to the real war.
– The Committee
International Veterans Leadership Collective
Verified by smoke, scars, and goddamn receipts
