Ya’ll look alike to me!!
Many over the times have wondered why the so many names for WEED! & when I say “so many” name, the list below will illustrate the ridiculousness of what that means. Yeap, there’s a lot, and why you ask? “Cos of da PIGS init” the most popular of response. REALLY? explain… “well lyke, if dey here you chatting bout weed yeah, they’ll bust yous” Or simply put use one of the recognised terms for Ganga in the presence of a police officier and you’ll get in trouble. So they made up a hundred different aliases??? wouldn’t it just been easier to wait till the copper has gone, till you start talking about your drug deals – Guess not.
PARANOID DEALERS
The new age dealer is precautious, he doesn’t take risks, he KNOWS his phone is being tapped by the top policing agencies in the world, C.IA, M.I.5 just to name a few. The new age dealer makes the rules of engagement much more simpler OR complicated whichever end you sit.
RULES FOR TEXTING OR PHONING THE DEALER
- DO NOT refer to WEED, GANJA when texting / ordering
- DO NOT refer to measures, like “I’d like an Eighth” “a quarter” ” a que”
- DO NOT refer to money, “a tenners worth” “a twenty bag”
- DO NOT imply to weed at any means.
Removing all the above does make the customary phone call to the dealer somewhat more difficult and sounding something like
YOU : “hey, you alright”
DEALER : “yeap”
YOU : “ermm, i was hoping, errr to … you know…”
DEALER : “Nah, what?
YOU : “are you home / around tonight?
DEALER : ” You asking me out or sumting”
Weed to you, but we call it?
New Year with the Bash being cancelled last minute as the host fancied “..a quiet one in front of the tele”, only to be lumbered with more work as my Dad decided to go on a last minute long holiday leaving me to do all his duties & work on top of that. And then of course, my birthday being fairly bedridden for a couple of weeks (the inspiration behind the article 
As the economy worsens and our beloved big PLC air carriers & airports are left feeling the brunt, after a few brutal hours of head scratching, they concoct a devious plan to siphon more money from the innocent unsuspecting traveller. Initially naive to this, as we approach Stansted Airport we’re immediately encoutered with a change, for no more are there signs posted with familiar words like “Departures” & “Arrivals” short stay, mid stay etc but instead EXPRESS SET DOWN, and FREE SET DOWN. A no brainer to many – “I’m not paying for just getting out of the damn car, why you charging me for this shit for?”. A good question, “..so errr FREE SET DOWN it is then”. At this point as you unconsciously make your decision, you notice the FREE SET DOWN is a road going quite positively in the wrong direction of the airport. Huh?? “is that why it’s free, cos you’ll need another plane to fly to the normal set down point” Whatever….!! no time to think about this, you’ve got a plane to catch!!! “DAD PULL UP ANYWHERE!!!”. He pulls up on the motorway, to which my girlfriend and I proceed to dodge headlights and on coming traffic from behind us as we run towards the airport. “the adventure starts here huh” she jokes, as I smirk while panting for air, pulling the damn trolley at its wheel’s nominal maximum MPH. On entering the airport we search for our checkin desk. On approaching the queue for EASYJET, a lady asks in her strangely hyperactive and over enthusiastic manner “Do you have EARLY BIRD, NO WAITING , JUST A 
QUICKY BOARDING PASS …. ” she looks down “..or the ordinary boarding pass”. Of course we have the later, cos nobody in their right minds would spend £20 / ticket just to skip over a minor queue! Alas we join a line which zigzags, semicircles and does donuts on itself, while the TURBO, CHEMICALLY ENHANCED SUPER QUEUE has no-one there…So fast forward to waiting in line behind the skinhead with a tattoo “death to all ethnics” on the back of his skull, we’re now being told “you must pay more if you’d like to sit together” … (we didn’t and still sat together). EasyJet are now charging for fresh air in it’s cabin during the flight, alternatively you can go for the free option which is old recycled farty air being pumped at you…Ok I made up this last bit about the air, but it’s really going that direction, ONE DAY I SAY”
which really was the shit!!! We made our way to Sheeba Coffeeshop where we ordered two coffees and a chocolate space cake, along with a PRE-ROLLED (should be called perfectly rolled) WHITE WIDOW DUBEE!!! Oh hallelujah, this is what it was all for, this moment. Ok.. I was tired, and while I should have done, I hadn’t slept the night before because (as always) I left my packing to the last minute. I was knackered, and mildly drowsy however i proceeded to tuck into my PURE WHITE WIDOW joint and though it did fuck me up even more (in a nice way) it felt fucking great.
My girlfriend doesn’t smoke spliffs and hence chose the 100% healthy consumption method of vaporising and eating SPACE CAKES. When buying the weed cakes, the shop selling always checks if you’ve ever done them before and tells you of their danger. The cakes are made from pure cannabis butter, along with pure resin, which packs a punch as when baked the weed will be at it’s full T.H.C potency. The cakes, depending on what you buy, typically contain half a gram of pure weed and can take up 45-90 minutes to take effect. As the cake / weed content has been digested, the effect can be extremely strong / psychedelic and can last up to many several hours.
Now I’ve never really experienced highs like this outside of the Dam!! This is primarily for Amsterdam has several decades worth of practice on expert growing tips on how to grow the finest high grade, setting up coffee shops, selling and maintaining a stable economy where people responsibly smoke weed peacefully right along side those that are drinking alcohol. Additionally banning coffeeshop premises from selling alcohol alongside weed. On the whole there is no trouble, and when there is a problem you see the shop keepers spring into action and quickly resolve all the problems, and then within minutes everything is back to normal again with people walking into the coffeeshop premises completely blissful that trouble was afoot only moments ago. The dutch model took the problem of street illegal drug trafficking (which many viewed as completely unsolvable) and by controlling the industry themselves (i.e. enforcing quality laws, with good practices) They have substantially reduced if not completely eradicated the existence of gangs and cartels based on selling those substances. The only issue was during the last couple of years with the invention of the ISOLATORS (extremely high THC potency) it brought in a lot of drug tourism which caused the Dutch to re-evaluate their current policies on drugs. This brought in the introduction of the “V Pass” which effectively proposed to turn all the Dutch coffeeshop into “members only” facilities, giving access to V passes to only Dutch Citizens/permanent residents. However as of 2013, the Netherlands have made a complete U-Turn on the V pass policy, and when we went there everything was pretty normal. BLOODY HOORAY FOR THAT!
Despite a few states in America and random European countries having legalised cannabis, it really is not the same! The Dutch have so many decades worth of cultural and society evolution, that it has given them loads of time to really refine the process from growth, packaging and retail. Ok enough of this, the main question?? why is the weed over in Amsterdam just so much better than the stuff we get anywhere else??! According to the Dutch Shop “it’s a shcretttt of the growherS” (said in your best Dutch accent) SECRET HUH?? well maybe it’s true because the seeds are the same, and well these guys must have learnt a thing or two during their years of cross breading etc. The minute you look, smell and ultimately smoke some bud you instantly can tell the difference. Even more so if you’re from the UK, cos really things in this country are in a bad state for us Brits as the consumer are at the bottom of the weed food chain!! i.e. BIG BIG DEALER picks up a couple of kilos —-> he deals to sub dealer who buys a smaller quantity and picks up a good number of ounces —–> he then sells to another dealer who buys one or two ounces, i.e. the street dealer whom the consumer will purchase from. When the consumer buys his quantity of weed from the dealer it has been passed down three generations before getting to him, which could possibly effect the potency of the T.H.C as it would be older. In comparison to the Dutch Coffeeshops, the owners there would directly get in touch with the weed growers first hand, there by serving nothing but the freshest produce to his customers.
I gotta be honest, moderation didn’t really work for me mainly cos I love the effect of weed too much. As a person I’m always trying to be productive and work on many different projects as I can, and to be honest the best release for me has gotta to be throwing it all in at the end of a hard day, kicking back with a fat spliff, just to sit back and chill. My brain’s always ticking and ticking and never really seems to stop, and I guess that is my attraction to smoking weed for things to stop and then I get my chance to really relax! However the shit (and it really is shit) we’re smoking in the UK is horribly disgusting. Even what we regard as GOOD SHIT comparatively is really not and is just bollox. I’ve just come from Amsterdam and have been really RE-REMINDED of the difference in grades of weed, so much so I’ve finally made that decision of “To Do or Not to Do” and I’ve been avoiding this for a long time, I tell you that but the truth is, in the last couple of years smoking weed hasn’t been good for me. The effect hasn’t ever really met standards i.e. wasn’t being high another way of saying I’m happy!! The munchies you get from the weed in the U.K have destroyed my waistline, that these days I could padlock my wardrobe and the lose the key and it wouldn’t matter, as I can’t fit into anything anymore. However in Amsterdam , the weed did not give me the uncontrollable munchies, nor did it make 
me feel like shit the next day and generally it was a joy to smoke!! My reasons may be whack, but I’ve really had enough of the UK underground weed supply network, I’ve been smoking this shit long enough to know what the deal is (a couple of grams too short). I yearn for a better day and that will be probably back in Amsterdam sitting around a table with people close to me in a Coffeeshop while I spend a fraction of the money I’ve saved by not touching the shit that’s available in the UK! The ideal middle ground was moderation, but we chastise ourselves for being ill disciplined, but lets be realistic here for a minute and be honest to yourself. How can you chastise yourself for yearning something you really love? Can that be moderated? If you find it easy to moderate it, then that’s indicative of how much you truly appreciate it – which is fine, but you’re not whom I’m talking about. Your fix or thing is probably something possibly Alcohol or Chocolate anything! So I guess, for the time being it looks like I bid my farewell to real ganj, if you can get me some, I’ll smoke it… if not which is the most likely, I wont…
So now and again it happens, you get ill & did I forget to mention that well you smoke a lot ganga ontop of this. People at this point can go many ways, like pointing at their addictions and say “That’s why i got ill, I smoke too much!” Others blame a cold, or a viral infection which is usually more the likely story. So in this tale of recollection it happened to me, yeap straight after my birthday I got a nasty flu. I had fever which made no sense, and it took me about a week to recover from it all, to which until then I’d went to go a doctor. He diagnosed with a chest infection and gave me a week course of antibiotics. Throughout this whole period I had not smoked any weed or touched anything as i was pretty fucked anyway.
A lot of people don’t believe in signs, but maybe you should open yourself up to the possibility that your body is trying to tell you something. If you’re coughing that much and coughing out different coloured flems, then you definitely have a infection of some sort and you should stop smoking IMMEDIIATELY!! I’m no doctor, but that’s what my doctor told me and i’m guessing any half qualified doctor would tell you.
Right they were! I was too ill to be smoking weed!! During my chest infection, for some reason my ribs felt like Floyd Mayweather had been sparring on them, i.e. they hurt like hell!! So asked around to my friends if anybody had this, or knew what the hell it was, and as I’d expected nobody had a clue. Well I say that, but they all became experts and starting tell me their coughing rib stories AFTER I GOT BACK FROM THE DOCTOR WHO EXPLAINED TO ME THE WHOLE THING! Thanks for being so useless friends, but generally they’re just there to keep you busy from being productive. Of course, after I’d done my googling,.. all my friends where full of stories.. “YEAHHH I had that…” , in my mind thinking we had this same conversation last week and you knew nothing?? anyway… when your friends are telling you to stop smoking weed, that’s a extreme in my book it’s probably a good idea to quit.
It is me or when I change my surrounding or I stay at some other place I don’t really NEED to get high, i.e. all the urgency and desperation that I suffer when I’m low on dope isn’t really there. I stayed at my girlfriend’s house for a couple of nights and she doesn’t smoke or really like me doing it either, but I go down there and don’t smoke it doesn’t really effect me. SO I ask is it me who’s addicted or is it my room? WHat the fuck you talking about fool? I hear you lamenting, okay alright I’m not actually saying that your room is the addict but quite possibly could be the trigger. At this point another group of people will start shouting, “hey motherfucka, what’s wrong with smoking weed!” – NOTHING in moderation – but that’s not the point… ok lets start again,
It’s commonly accepted that we get totally different buzzes when we try different forms of alcohol. So when we speak about alcohol does one distinguish beer from wine, or ale from spirits? They say that weed affects everybody in different ways, which certainly makes sense but then appreciating that all strands of canabis can be fundamentally different in effects and be administered completed differently changing almost everything.
Cos everywhere I went “Hey man have you tried a vapouriser (we’re in the UK)?” YOu haven’t tried iT??? ” However the weird thing, everybody going crazy about this magical device but NOBODY seemed to have one or know anyone that did! So finally I went on Ebay and bought a AROMATHERAPY MACHINE! aka legal way of selling the VAPOURISER . When I first open the device out of the box, I was like “How is this gonna work?” but it was pretty straight forward in usage, so I managed to work it out. I thought I’d wait and get used to the device before I wrote up an article about it.. So I’ve been using this box of tricks for a couple of months now and I’ve found it to be GREAT!! I fucking love it!
I remember my American friends asking “why you putting tobacco in that shit??” Yes us Europeans use tobacco when we roll and call it a “SPLIFF”. WHy? Well for many reasons!! Surrounding the weed in tobacco burns the weed hotter, and thus gets more T.H.C out of it. Unless your WEED is 100% A GRADE it won’t burn properly all the way through, and this is only way to roll it without having to relight it every 20 seconds. Vapourising – benefits for us British & European Folk. – The Residue!! Many people only have started using the residue of the vapourising session as a substitute of tobacco. This is a great idea as smoking tobacco without a filter (i.e. what you do when smoking a spliff) releases some FUCKED UP carcinogens like benzine and hydrogen cyanide which is the worst thing anybody could ever do!! and fuck we do it all the time!! – Doing this is a much clever way of smoking weed.
So you’ve been to your local head shop and boy you went all out!! You not only bought a funky grinder with Amsterdam 420 written on it but you got yourself a vapouriser, a colourful bong and even large rips to enjoy your luscious weed!! Now the big problem …. Where do i get weed from? I need weed!!!! Indeed you do but as you scratch your head you wonder and try to hatch a plan that’ll end in success. So you grab your phone and start calling around. The problem here however is who to call / who to ask. Now if a weed smoker is known to you, all your problems should end right there but unfortunately life’s never that simple.
So your friend Jimi’s just passed on a number for a dealer he knows that he picks up the ganja locally with the implicit instructions to let the dealer know you’re “Jimi’s Mate!” So at this point this all sounds like a winner..you can almost taste the promised land right there!! however… you call the dealer, he picks up the phone and says “WHO DIS?” and as planned “I’m Jimi’s friend” you reply in your most COOLEST TONE! “What – Who Jimi?”. With things going off the script you quickly attempt to add description to his in the effort that the dealer will recognise your referral and thus legitimise your sale. From here onwards this can go either one of two ways with the dealer pretending to remember your friend, cos lets be honest all he really know about your buddy is his phone number and that’s about it! Soon following to which he concedes and deals you what you’re after. – Or Mr.Dealer telling you “Listen I I don’t know who gave you my number but I don’t know you, DON’T CALL ME!” It was so simple, yet you have failed in this task. You immediately text Jimi “He told me to not call him!!” Jimi’s with the world best intentions is a stoner and you not realising what that means yet won’t dawn on you that means you ain’t getting no weed today! “Next time, i’ll just go through Jimi!” Bring on WEED TAX!!!!!!
So you call up the your friend with the long hair, for you’re sure he does! “Hey mike, how’s it going man, I was wondering? Do you smoke Weed and if so can you sort me out?” This is pot luck as does Mike smoke weed? If he does is he gonna help you by supplying you with his dealers details? All these questions flooding into your mind at a thousand miles a second!! You both experience that really ackward moment, “errrr hey erm, i don’t really smoke man. Can I ask what made you think of me?” Shit he’s offended.. your cover has been totally blown, you can’t tell him the truth you’ll sound retarded! Anyway… you politely make up some bullshit and end the call as soon as you can!
Now that plan didn’t work you didn’t want to admit it, but you call the guy you initially thought of, that’s right your friend Tyrone – who just coincidentally happens to be black! Now this isn’t only racial sterotyping / racist in all of it’s undertones but just WRONG!! For it’s T.V. and society that makes you believe these stereotypes because in real life everybody does it regardless of their skin! Tyrone answers the phone… you’re nervous, and he can hear it.. “errr hey” .. You think to yourself have you ever addressed anybody with “err hey!” you quickly conclude not. “Dude, do you smoke weed?” you ask him.. “What?” he replies. “.. I mean, Ganja, you know marijuana, cannabis!!” Why am going through all the names, he understood the question I just don’t want to be racist, i’m not racist, i love BLACK PEOPLE!! ok that’s not true, as i love black people as much as i do white, black or orange people I dunno what i’m saying!!! “Do i smoke weed?” he repeats the question. “I have smoked weed yeah, what? or why do you wanna know?” he replied. Phewwww… you’re happier as the conversation is going the right way now “it’s cos I need some, can you get me marijuana?” you tell him. He politely declines and you don’t force the issue either but instead like before get out of that conversation as quickly as you can “sorry dude, my phones ringing” realising the stupidity of what you’ve just said, you just hang up! In your mind you plan if you see him again, you’ll just tell him that you were drunk or like fucked in some way.
I think by now you appreciate that this isn’t gonna go easy, and you’re gonna fuck this up one way or another, either that or you’re just not very good at asking or just generally talking to people! So you phone up Tim and just tell him. “Dude, I’m really desperate to trying to hold of some weed! Please tell me that you know where or somebody that can help me pick up!” “Dude, I appreciate your problem, but I’m really sorry I quit years ago.. What made you think of me?” he replies.. “ahhhhhh nothing!!!!!, errrr you know just asking anybody, no reason hehheeh, you know how it is” you nervously say. You don’t wanna tell him it’s cos you think he’s a jobless bum but somehow you just know that he’s read your mind on that.
In short we conclude this, by really appreciating that the herb that we so seek, unless you live in Amsterdam or Cali, is ILLEGAL! & that’s about it. Dealers are taking big risks by selling weed and if they don’t think you add up, they don’t need to risk selling to you. If you really don’t have any friends that can point you in the right directions with some contacts just going around asking random people could get you into so much bullshit with the most randomest people. Not just that, the stuff you eventually pick up probably won’t be even be that good.
“PUFF PUFF PASS” some regard this as a formality, others as international rule for smoking weed and why not I say. It encourages people to share their weed & SPREAD THE LOVE around the room awesome – NIRVANA!! Aren’t we all just friends now! but then…. day 2 people are still acting polite, however it’s day 4, 5 in the big brother house, people start top loading, and the tactics begin of weed re-appropriation! For isn’t there alway just one tight fisted individual who just will despite being asked will refuse to contribute to communal weed being smoked. Alas lets look at the different type of tactic one could use be they need to wanna smoke for free!
Most commonly spotted at parties and social gathering where you’d find them perched on the sofa. This individual when offered the spliff from a passer will always gladly relieve while also be reliably present at every new spliff offering. Though they’ll claim they “don’t usually smoke Ganja” this won’t be true, instead they’ll merely excersing the rule of “new newby smokes random joint from established stoner, this DUBE must be free of charge!”. This rule and whole bunch of other rules exist in the un-spoken realm of free loving weed smoking, which this particular is well aware of. In doing so, one manages to dodge ever having to pay a penny!
It’s 10PM, your dealer went either went to bed or whatever HE’s NOT ANSWERING THE DAMN PHONE! Panic,No weed !! Realisation sinks in….. “Call your buddy Mike!!! You helped him out a week ago, when he was running low!” “He came over midnight and you smoke a spliff with him and gave him some for later!” OF COURSE you did, and that the thing this is eventually something you’ll regret! Cos in ONE WAY STREET, this means calling Mike as you’ve found many times comes to no avail. He either doesn’t pick up the call and texts back the next day or simple pretends to be in the same situation “sorry dude, i’m low too!” YOU LYING BITCH!!! that’s all I say right now. In fact the digraceful thing about this, that it doesn’t matter how many times you play Mother Terasa and “HELP A BROTHER OUT!!” he WILL NEVER RETURN THE FAVOUR!!! This could be the case for many reasons:
The film is a brilliant study of one of those “What If” situations. The poor bastard who has to eat all that junk food in the middle of the movie starts to throw up all the high calorie junk food he’s eating day in day out. I felt really sorry for this dude, because at the end of it we’ve all at some point lived on fast food and probably even Mcdonald’s and have experienced how messed up our body gets the longer he keep doing it. As a stoner in university, at the beginning I pretty much eat Fast Food all year round, and that ended up me becaming a spotty fat ass motherfucka!! With that said, I didn’t do what this guy did and actually “live” on McDonalds 3 times a day!! I don’t think anyone possible can, i.e. as we see him actually phyically vommitting that shit out!! The experiment was brave and well quite evidentially life threatening.
“No that’s trying to show, if him not/smoking effects him on stage!” you cry out. BULLSHIT I say!! it’s exactly what it is, him on stage doing his routine for about a third of the movie. Sure there’s the mention of what he’s doing etc but it doesn’t add relevant content to the “documentary”. Now I’m not gonna say Doug isn’t funny, but I didn’t really laugh. Dave Chapelle on the other oh hell yeah!!! However with all due respect to Doug I watched this movie being sold that it was a documentary, an “experiment” a “study” about weed, so I really wasn’t sure what the stand up comedy was doing in there? Super Size Me on contrast was a much better documentary showing us something we’ve not seen, while I found the point to Super High Me lost somewhere in the movie. I think he was trying to show that he was the same stoned as he was sober, which is a contradiction in terms….
So I finished watching this and I started googling what other people thought of the film! It seems the critics and just anybody who spoke bad of this “documentary” all got abuse from mainly stoners, almost like as if they were trying to protect their holy grail. I totally get this, the film showed people themselves i.e. its him smoking weed around the clock, getting high wayyy too much like we all do and generally doing alright in life. It totally pandered to the people out there who over smoke to the point where there’s even a scene where he talks about paying his mum’s bills for a glasses – wooooow, what a perfect example to society! [at that point you hear Nate Dogg singing ‘SMOKE WEED EVERYDAY!’] For ultimately isn’t this what every person who habours regrets about over smoking wants to hear – it’s the feel good movie for Stoner. Cos lets be honest EVERYWHERE else they’re being bombarded with images of “SMOKING WEED WILL KILL YOU MOTHERFUCKA!”
What a great place to start, and well inevitably these people always will love you for you understand them and they understand you!! That moment a fellow weed smokers indentifies a fellow smoker there’s a kind of “we should have a spliff to celebrate this moment” that unofficially happens. The commonalities of weed smokers means that you’ll always get on with each other and thus the mutual respect is always there!!
Assuming they’re non-weed smokers, they wont see the big attraction to it all. Of course they had a joint passed to them at some point at party somewhere but for whatever reason it did nothing to them. Not like drinking 10 pints!! They don’t see the big deal, or really understand how a person could truly be addicted to smoking the weed. Do they respect you? Yes & No… but swiftly reminded that they have the same problem involving a substance of their own they pipe down start being more respectful.
To them you’re the at the bottom of the drug tree!!! effectively it’s more or less smoking a cigarette in their eyes, for you haven’t tried smack, cocaine or heroine yet! Do they respect you, probably more so than the alcoholic for they once were where you are starting with weed, and will have stronger commonality to you. However weed not really being a drug to these guys, cos they’re crack whores and desperate as FUCK to get anything into their system, it doesn’t really matter. You can easily sit down and consume any drug on the table!
Remember this individual has lots and lots of money & his eighth cost him £400 just for the evening, now on reflection with your measly £20 spent for the equivalent weight the judging begins there. Do they respect you? Did you really need to ask? This type of individual wouldn’t respect you even if you didn’t smoke weed, and the fact that you do make you dirty, a lesser human! Lets not stereotype investment bankers, as I’m sure MANY of them smoke weed however the reputation lives strong among this trade for being a coke driven industry.
Ironically addicts both from the smoking hierarchy family tree you’d assume that the respect would be in amplitude! Think again…. Cigarette smokers will try their hardest to disassociate themselves from their weed smoking counterparts as just to avoid the stigma attached to potheads. Secretly however many cigarette smokers given the opportunity have indulged themselves in smoking a FAT DUBEE, but only later reveal this only when the time right! As for the respect, FORGET IT! Their efforts to distance themselves from the STONER REPUTATION means they’ll speak ill of you even at your funeral!
Lets be honest many people have weed smoking as their guilty secret. It’s not secret the stigma and reputation that is associated to smoking weed! This is again evident when you look at Holland’s effort to ban the drug. The evidence collected over the last 30 years suggests that the dutch authorities have controlled the illegal market of growing weed and have a fantastic system for regulating it, keep it clean and green! Stats also show the only 15% of their population are regular weed smokers, and subsequently not high enough to be a concern. Amsterdam alone brings in 400 Million Euros a year in profit revenues for the sale of weed. SO WHAT’S THE PROBLEM?? Why are they trying to ban it from their country after all this time? A great question…. one that doesn’t have an official answer, or not one that makes sense anyway. The real speculation surrounds the political and diplomatic relations Holland has with it’s neighbours and …. drum roll…… THE STIGMA (Ridicule) TO RELAXED WEED POLICIES IN THE COUNTRY. So in other words, the Dutch don’t feel like people are taking them seriously as a nation due to them being the only country selling weed so openly to everybody. There you have it, spoken from the horses mouth… for some reason which i’ll have to examine for real reasons later Weed smoking is just heavily looked down upon and the efforts of Harold and Kumar and the likes to, lift the sinking reputation isn’t really effective.