On days when my imagination is allowed to wander as freely as it can get the existing "legal" restrictions result in some obligation to seek cultivation of tall nordic autofem genetics with a rich spectrum of noble molecules, then my dream gradually turns into a nightmare while difficulties of external origin pile up, typically until "The Borg" arrives (...), which in Québec's current context recently inspired names that actually stick to some familiar Prohibition 2.0 myclobutanil themes, such as "Kosher Ziklon", or "Russian Zyklon Roulette"... Then i wake up all too relieved at the thought i never spent a dime on 6 weeks leaflets bound to be made "illegal" again under Andrew Scheer.