“No face. No ID. No tag to be scanned.
Just silence and smoke and spaghetti and sand.”

• ✔️ Survived countless experiments without informed consent (ask ACME).

• ✔️ Extensive knowledge of herbal remedies (if ya know what I mean).

• ✔️ Familiar with trauma-informed care (Elmer’s been after me for decades, doc).

• ✔️ Fluent in Medicaid, Medicare, and Malarkey.

🎯 The War’s Over. The Trauma Ain’t.

“I’ve been put on hold nine whole times,” I cried.

What will our heroes find?!

“You’re here for proof of life.”

Eh… what’s up, Doc?

Though evidence did roar like lion’s cry,
The crown declared: “The herb is but a lie.”

🧠 Brought to you by logic, history, and the brutal efficiency of truth.

“It’s not about style for style’s sake. These archetypes are payloads. Modular tools in a war chest built to breach bureaucracy, dignify the discarded, and tell the truth in a way people can hear.”

“Now, in 2025, amid national debates over cannabis de-scheduling, VA access for veterans, and ethical concerns over pharmaceutical dominance, these documents re-enter the conversation as evidence—not opinion.”

Randall’s sworn affidavit, and exhibits 1-28.

Grab some water, tea, or coffee… you’ll be reading for a while.

“Randall’s affidavit, totaling 57 paragraphs and backed by over a dozen federal exhibits, details not only the medical necessity of cannabis but the federal government’s active role in suppressing this truth.”

“It was the summer of 1875—no, forgive me, 1975—but one might be forgiven the confusion….”

Location: The Federal City, once noble, now obstinate—WASHINGTON, D.C.

The VA said, “You stay with me.”

“To keep that dark shadow of blindness away.”

“So maybe we try things outside of the plan.”

“So they snipped out the lens and they patched up his eye,
But the pressure shot up—oh, up to the sky!”