Caterpillar: By the way, I have a few more helpful hints. One side will make you grow taller…
Alice: One side of what?
Caterpillar: …and the other side will make you grow shorter.
Alice: The other side of what?
Caterpillar: THE MUSHROOM, OF COURSE!
A nonprofit company led by former congressman William D. Delahunt, which received three coveted state licenses for medical marijuana dispensaries, intends to give 50 percent of the company’s revenue to a management firm that is controlled by Delahunt and a caterpillar with no name.
In its license applications, Delahunt’s dispensary company, Medical Marijuana of Massachusetts, projected it would earn revenue of roughly $49 million in the first three years from the dispensaries in Plymouth, Mashpee, and Taunton, meaning the management company would get at least $24 million.
At this point in time there is no estimate as to the revenue the mushroom business will generate.
Alice: Oh. Yes sir. How doth the little bumblebee improve each…
Caterpillar: Stop. That is not spoken correctically. It goes: How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail. And pour the waters of the Nile, on every golden scale. How cheerfully he seems to grin, how neatly spreads his claws. And welcomes little fishes in, with gently smiling jaws.
Alice: Well, I must say, I’ve never heard it that way before.
Caterpillar: I know. I have improoooved it.
Critics claim that the caterpillar used his influence at the Massachusetts State House and beyond to generate support for their licenses.
Delahunt is supposed to receive a $250,000 annual salary as chief executive of the marijuana company, according to the applications. The caterpillar’s salary was not disclosed.
Such is the strangeness of this particular moment … Delahunt spent a lot of time enforcing marijuana prohibition as a District Attorney and now his about face.
Caterpillar: Who… are… you?
Alice: Why, I hardly know, sir. I’ve changed so much since this morning, you see…
Caterpillar: No, I do not C, explain yourself.
Alice: I’m afraid I can’t explain myself, you see, because I’m not myself, you know.
Caterpillar: I do not know.
Alice: I can’t put it any more clearly, sir, because it isn’t clear to me.
and… says Alice “Curiouser and curiouser”.
Yes indeed curouser and curiouser.
Alice: If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn’t be, and what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?
Alice: “…and who are you?”
Orchid: “To put it bluntly, a weed.”
Me: “Billy … I’ll take a pound of mushrooms and a dime bag of your finest “weed” if you please.”
Billy: “I’m sorry I don’t wait on common folks … Mr. Caterpillar will take care of you.”
Mr. Caterpillar: “How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail. And pour the waters of the Nile, on every golden scale. How cheerfully he seems to grin, how neatly spreads his claws. And welcomes little fishes in, with gently smiling jaws.”
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