This spin on The Never Ending Carousel of Cannabis Nonsense, we take aim at the critics — the comment-section crusaders who confuse complaining for contributing. Armed with only a tiny hammer in hand, we dismantle the culture of performative cynicism and asks: when did activism turn into a spectator sport? It’s witty, weary, and wickedly observant - a ride through ego, awareness fatigue, and the endless need for credit in a world where progress is never perfect. Send us a message Suppor...
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This spin on The Never Ending Carousel of Cannabis Nonsense, we take aim at the critics — the comment-section crusaders who confuse complaining for contributing. Armed with only a tiny hammer in hand, we dismantle the culture of performative cynicism and asks: when did activism turn into a spectator sport? It’s witty, weary, and wickedly observant - a ride through ego, awareness fatigue, and the endless need for credit in a world where progress is never perfect. Send us a message Suppor...
Seriously Mr Starmer, What the Lord Giveth, He Also Taketh Away!
The Never-Ending Carousel of Cannabis Nonsense
7 minutes
1 month ago
Seriously Mr Starmer, What the Lord Giveth, He Also Taketh Away!
When political progress gives with one hand and smacks you round the face with the other. Sir Keir Starmer hands the vote to 16- and 17-year-olds — a bold move that could’ve made Labour look progressive, modern, and actually in touch with the next generation. But then, in one gloriously clueless swoop, he manages to snatch defeat from the jaws of progress by refusing to even consider cannabis reform. In this 15-minute monologue dripping with sarcasm and disbelief, Sian Phillips unpacks the sh...
The Never-Ending Carousel of Cannabis Nonsense
This spin on The Never Ending Carousel of Cannabis Nonsense, we take aim at the critics — the comment-section crusaders who confuse complaining for contributing. Armed with only a tiny hammer in hand, we dismantle the culture of performative cynicism and asks: when did activism turn into a spectator sport? It’s witty, weary, and wickedly observant - a ride through ego, awareness fatigue, and the endless need for credit in a world where progress is never perfect. Send us a message Suppor...
