POT MARCH PACKS BONGFUL OF BUD

The Global Marijuana March at Queen's Park on May 6 was more Gay
Pride, Caribana or beer festival than hardcore protest, which turns
tokers off. The happening was attended by some 15,000 to 20,000, and
like those other more mainstream fests, organizers paid all City of
Toronto fees, including police hourly wages, and roped in corporate
sponsors Pizza Pizza, Showcase (for the TV show Weeds), Ontario Corn
Roasters and NOW.

The feds deny there's a cannabis culture but allow corporations to
peddle munchies and television programs catering to the non-existent
group.

Steeltown's reefer refugees are making good coin renting the BMW of
bong hitting devices (price $1,200) for $5 to festival-goers. You
supply the bud.

Patrons pass their green to an employee, who vaporizes it and passes
back a bag of THC molecules. The Volcano has a rep for taking the
worst schwag and turning it into an amazing stone.

"Mernaghjuana, keep selling the Vapor," Chris Goodwin happily yells
to me. In between my regular rally chants of "If you love marijuana,
let me hear you say 420," "DEA go away - we love our pot cafes," I'm
pumping sales and sponsors.

Then Goodwin passes up the Volcano bag and I make the sales pitch to
try before you buy while demonstrating how to inhale.

A few minutes after the hourly waged cops wonder through the crowd,
two plainclothes female officers stroll through, not hiding their
handsets well.

As I chill with Puff Mama at day's end, a female agent provocateur
makes a buy attempt. Puff, weary but aware, replies, "We'll pass one
around and smoke you, girlfriend."

The narc spills, "My boyfriend asked me to bring some back for him
because he couldn't make it. Can you sell me some?" Puff replies, "We
only sell hemp here."