<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html charset=iso-8859-1"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space;"> <br><div>Begin forwarded message:<br> <br class="Apple-interchange-newline"><blockquote type="cite"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"><span style="font-family:'Helvetica'; color:rgba(0, 0, 0, 1.0);"><b>From: </b></span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica';">"GINA BLANCA" <<a href="mailto:osp@post.com">osp@post.com</a>><br></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"><span style="font-family:'Helvetica'; color:rgba(0, 0, 0, 1.0);"><b>Subject: </b></span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica';"><b>Happy New Year</b><br></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"><span style="font-family:'Helvetica'; color:rgba(0, 0, 0, 1.0);"><b>Date: </b></span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica';">5 Jan 2019 12:57:32 GMT+1<br></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"><span style="font-family:'Helvetica'; color:rgba(0, 0, 0, 1.0);"><b>To: </b></span><span style="font-family:'Helvetica';">"Tamás Olivér SZENTJóBY STAUB" <<a href="mailto:iputnpu@gmail.com">iputnpu@gmail.com</a>></span></div> <br><div><div><div style="font-family: Verdana;font-size: 12.0px;">
<div>Yesterday early morning, on the first legal workday of the year, a heavy banging at my port woke me up.</div>
<div>'Wait a fucking minute,' I screamed to take a pant on, but they wouldn't.</div>
<div>Opening it up there stood two she-managers of my residence in a particularly tough disposition.</div>
<div>They presented me a yellow sheet to sign.</div>
<div>It said <strong><em>NOTICE OF AMANDMENT TO THE LEASE COVERING 'CANNABIS SMOKING' RIGHTS.</em></strong></div>
<div>But what the harpias screeched was this: "From now on you may not smoke cannabis in the house."</div>
<div>"Neither in the lobby, nor in your apartment."</div>
<div>First I thought it was something personal, but no, they were rushing around door to door.</div>
<div>"If you don't sign we'll have to terminate your lease."</div>
<div>So I signed because I thought I had a nightmare.</div>
<div>It took five minutes that I started to scream.</div>
<div> </div>
<div>'What?'</div>
<div>I am certainly encountering the superparadox at this magic moment.</div>
<div>The Year of Nonsense has dawned upon me.</div>
<div>Maybe that's why I'm kept alive so long.</div>
<div>My primal reaction was to write it to Trudeau.</div>
<div>It must be some absurd resistance to the law.</div>
<div>Or some maladroit misinterpretation that can be fiercely dismissed.</div>
<div>Anyway the worst farce since <em><strong>REEFER MADNESS.</strong></em></div>
<div>Where rights means no right.</div>
<div> </div>
<div>Since there's no more Mail Art, Gina set up for me a Twitter account I bravely shunned so far.</div>
<div>This was a lethal emergency after all.</div>
<div>An unprecedented invasion of privacy for all my money per month.</div>
<div>I just didn't know how to address it.</div>
<div>I wrote 'My Dear Prime Minister'.</div>
<div>'I am a law abiding senior citizen.'</div>
<div> </div>
<div>But then I looked up <em>ARTICLE 107 </em>of the <em>CANNABIS ACT</em> the warning referred to.</div>
<div>The glorious legislation that first time made me proud of my country.</div>
<div>This subnote clearly defines the legal rights of the individual lessers.</div>
<div>It is down and up to them to decide whether they allow weed on their premises.</div>
<div>Or prefer to keep their resident cannabis-free.</div>
<div>It will probably accrue the face value of the domicils.</div>
<div>No risk of junky neighbours.</div>
<div>Evacuation within thirty days if found guilty.</div>
<div> </div>
<div>Beforehand nobody cared.</div>
<div>Now that it's legal, it is prohibited.</div>
<div>Trickier than Stalin.</div>
<div>Rumours spread that they're gonna install sensors.</div>
<div>And then may come the cigarettes already banned in better buildings.</div>
<div>W to 1984.</div>
<div>The smoke-Nazis have taken over the global village.</div>
<div> </div>
<div>I am dying in this flat since 25 years in ragged incognito.</div>
<div>There was domestic violence and rental troubles but I'm habitually very polite.</div>
<div>Indiscriminately opening doors to everyone.</div>
<div>Cleaning my expensive den every other day.</div>
<div>It is located inside a government complex which, paradoxically, might explain the reactionary decision.<br>
I chose this place of dwelling for its high security mainly.<br>
The price of which is to bear with the looks of the guards but that's another letter.</div>
<div>At least I do not have junky neighbours.</div>
<div> </div>
<div>I'm trying to stay objective but this is the climax of my emigration.</div>
<div>The capstone of my inverted Pyramid.</div>
<div>The devil's always been on my back but now it finally gripped me.</div>
<div>Since I cannot move practically nowhere, I must consider the situation genuine house arrest.</div>
<div>I sincerely am the most moderate addict of the whole wide world.</div>
<div>Three tiny spliffs are my weekly dose and nothing else.</div>
<div>I couldn't even afford more if so wanted.</div>
<div>But that much I mortally need for recreation.</div>
<div>I don't have nothing in my own head.</div>
<div>I'd sooner quit my blueberry cheesecake.</div>
<div><br>
To be exempted on the medical pretext the whole bull is about you should prove to be terminally ill.</div>
<div>The system's based on blackmail.</div>
<div>They took away my last shred of freedom.<br>
Martyrium seems remaining my only chance for change.<br>
Maybe I'll have to be the Jan Palach of ganja.<br>
<br>
I surely won't get fooled by benevolence again.<br>
If you do one thing wrong, everything you'll do is foul.<br>
Justin the Musulmaniac single-handedly devastated the last haven of the free world.<br>
This step has been the only good move he ever deigned to make.<br>
But it's been indeed just a scam of the state to monopolize the inevitable traffic.<br>
Balancing the budget of the migrant welfare and mosquebuilding.<br>
Big business at the cost of the culture.<br>
I know he wouldn't like SPIONS, but you should be very glad with your victorious Orban.<br>
The worst nationalism is better now than the globalitarian subhumanism.<br>
It's the death of the West.<br>
<br>
Once a victim, always a victim - a karma-victim of gene-democracy.<br>
That's what I think of my love story with rock and roll.<br>
Illegal now at home against my own will.<br>
Isn't it a macabre cabaret sex appeal?<br>
The ultimate triumph of liberal capitalism?<br>
<br>
A Manifesto by<br>
Spiel!</div>
<div>(The Party of Overnational Socialism)<br>
<br>
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Sent: Wednesday, October 17, 2018 at 3:00 PM<br>
From: "Tamás Olivér SZENTJóBY STAUB" <<a href="mailto:iputnpu@gmail.com">iputnpu@gmail.com</a>><br>
To: SPIEL! <<a href="mailto:osp@post.com">osp@post.com</a>><br>
Subject: I hate smoke, I love cake<br>
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H, my dear, sweetpie, <br>
<a href="https://www.abc.net.au/news/2018-10-17/lines-round-the-block-as-canada-legalises-sale-of-marijuana/10387146" target="_blank">https://www.abc.net.au/news/2018-10-17/lines-round-the-block-as-canada-legalises-sale-of-marijuana/10387146</a> <br>
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Enjoy! <br>
<br>
H, <br>
your jealous cook <br><br></div>
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