Sauce For the Goose
I cannot for the life of me understand how the growing of a plant can be outlawed, especially one that can ease pain. I'm not now and never have been a pot user. I've tried it in social settings, I've even gone so far as to inhale, but it never did anything for me. It was hashish brownies that once whacked me but good. It was in Guadaljara, Mexico, on location with a Charles Bronson film I'd written, a night shoot. Poppy, the costume designer, baked them in the producer's motor home. I ate one but after a couple of hours I felt nothing, so I ate another. Half an hour later the tsunami hit within minutes. I tried being cool, but it was impossible. As soon as I said something to someone I forgot what it was I'd said. When they answered me, I had no idea what they were talking about. By the way, Poppy scored the hash off the marine guards at the American consulate. Semper high.
posted by John M Crowther @ 7:53 AM
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This is a great cartoon, John C. Had me laughing out loud. I hate the feeling of losing control of myself so I have never used drugs nor do I indulge to excess in alcoholic drinks even if it is for 'medicinal purposes' (grin)
On one of the conservative talk shows I heard one of the usual right-wing guests advocate the legalization of marijuana. I couldn’t believe my ears. Apparently, as the majority of prisoners in the American penal system are in either for drug abuse or drug peddling, over-crowding is causing the government construct more and more prisons at enormous expense to the tax-payer. The guest proposed that if pot becomes easily available the market price will go down, the petty dealers whom we now incarcerate will do something else –kill one another off perhaps?—and fewer people will be crowding our already over-crowded prisons. It al comes down to economics.
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