That one time your filter was on point. And so was your newly sported curly hair! Lol. AND, I’m OVERCOMING!!!!!!!! Trust, it’s not easy. I was screaming and trying to avoid and escaping and trying to run away last week. But now that it’s been 2 weeks, I’m starting to see the drops in the bucket collect and grow. PHEW. Bc no joke, it’s intense. SHEESH. But worth it! And I’ll be better for it in the long run. 🙂 #knowbetterdobetter#goodcurlyhairday#cgmethod
So this happened today...And this is just some of the forms of harassment we’ve been receiving from our neighbors since we moved in 3 and a half years ago. Ty is on the phone with the proper authorities informing them of the situation and letting them know that this man was on our own property doing this as well.
His wife is constantly video taping me and my kids, and blares her vehicles horn whenever possible. She’s incurred quite the legal bill with aiming to shut our facility down. Our mastiff, Ellie, was poisoned to death last summer with a prescription blood thinner. I’m not into bringing mediators into my affairs, but I don’t feel safe anymore and I told Ty to go ahead and call the cops.
But what happened was rather disheartening and slightly nauseating. One of Clackamas county’s sheriffs actually said that because we’re cannabis farmers we’re “quasi legal” and what we’re doing is “immoral”. Really? I don’t think so, and I believe the majority of Oregon voters agree with me on this one. Justifying trespassing and harassment because we grow weed isn’t right. It’s wrong.
The local Molalla officers, were however far more supportive and in the past I have dealt with another Clackamas county sheriff that couldn’t have been nicer, thank you to them.
I just don’t get it though. I don’t. Why, or how can you have so much anger and contempt and desire to control others?
My compassionate and logical side says that it’s fear based, fear of the unknown, fear of change. And that they are merely ignorant of the truth and are products of the reefer madness propaganda generation.
But in the end I’m just sad and hurt.
I have faith that it won’t always be this way, that someday my family can live without being intimidated simply because we have chosen to cultivate cannabis.