It's a fact. There it is, a plant. I know, my husband will say, "everything is natural." Even crude oil and all it's byproducts. But a plant that grows in soil like its primordial cousins is hard to compare to highly processed narcotics like crack or heroin. Or crystal meth. But that is how weed is classified by the feds.
My sons were convinced that their generation was going to see marijuana legalized. They thought the world had indeed already changed. As did I, when Obama was elected. Is that because my kids grew up in a tiny coastal hippie town where everyone smokes pot? Probably.
Nevertheless, the pendulum has swung to the right so quickly it has caught many liberals off guard. See Obama's War on Weed in SF Weekly. Behind the lenient California legislation that went up against federal "controlled substance" laws were dickless law enforcement agents, waiting in the wings to castrate the marijuana-loving heathens who took their jobs away. Also, friends surmise, there's not much crack around these days to keep the DEA busy, and coke is so cheap thanks to the War on Drugs that there's not as much related crime. So off to the fields of Humboldt they go!
Poor Obama is losing a lot of young voters out here in Northern California. Pity. I'm still voting for him. I'm old enough to know that it doesn't get any better than Obama. He's still one of us, not them. He's still easier on the eye and smarter than some born again dumbfuck I fear would take his place.
What can I say? The Drug Czar backlash took only a year to ensnare several members of my own family. My brother, married to a beautiful and substance-free Mormon, had their one-year-old taken away by the LA County M.A.R.T. (Multi Area Response Team) because of alleged marijuana cultivation. They supposedly "endangered" their baby by allowing her to play in a waiting room at a music studio where there was an old bag of trim found buried deep in some cabinet. A colossal waste of taxpayer dollars and a heartbreaking and damaging event to a very young child, who is still not reunited with her parents after four months. Fortunately my sister stepped up, and everyone in the family has rallied around to help. But talk about an interruption: it turned my family upside down, and is costing untold dollars in attorney fees and collateral damage.
Obviously, I'm biased. I'm not against pot. I'm for it. I see how young people act when they smoke weed. It can be depressing if they have no structure in their lives and sit around doing nothing. But it can also be entertaining in a not unwholesome way. More often than not, I see kids sitting in a circle laughing and talking. The other day I heard an alarming report that in our device-mediated society young people are losing the art of conversation. Pot functions for many in the opposite direction, forcing people to talk instead of geek out in front of their screens.
Many smoke weed and do geek out. Then they fall asleep. And that is goddam so unAmerican!
But when young people, especially the underaged drink alcohol? Get me the fuck away - or get them away from me! They are dangerous. In fact, get me away from half of my best friends if they have more than, say, three drinks. And that does happen. People learn to monitor, or they don't, with all substances. The prison-industrial complex built around controlling weed is clearly an apparatus of oppression. We must dismantle it.
My sons were convinced that their generation was going to see marijuana legalized. They thought the world had indeed already changed. As did I, when Obama was elected. Is that because my kids grew up in a tiny coastal hippie town where everyone smokes pot? Probably.
Nevertheless, the pendulum has swung to the right so quickly it has caught many liberals off guard. See Obama's War on Weed in SF Weekly. Behind the lenient California legislation that went up against federal "controlled substance" laws were dickless law enforcement agents, waiting in the wings to castrate the marijuana-loving heathens who took their jobs away. Also, friends surmise, there's not much crack around these days to keep the DEA busy, and coke is so cheap thanks to the War on Drugs that there's not as much related crime. So off to the fields of Humboldt they go!
Poor Obama is losing a lot of young voters out here in Northern California. Pity. I'm still voting for him. I'm old enough to know that it doesn't get any better than Obama. He's still one of us, not them. He's still easier on the eye and smarter than some born again dumbfuck I fear would take his place.
What can I say? The Drug Czar backlash took only a year to ensnare several members of my own family. My brother, married to a beautiful and substance-free Mormon, had their one-year-old taken away by the LA County M.A.R.T. (Multi Area Response Team) because of alleged marijuana cultivation. They supposedly "endangered" their baby by allowing her to play in a waiting room at a music studio where there was an old bag of trim found buried deep in some cabinet. A colossal waste of taxpayer dollars and a heartbreaking and damaging event to a very young child, who is still not reunited with her parents after four months. Fortunately my sister stepped up, and everyone in the family has rallied around to help. But talk about an interruption: it turned my family upside down, and is costing untold dollars in attorney fees and collateral damage.
Obviously, I'm biased. I'm not against pot. I'm for it. I see how young people act when they smoke weed. It can be depressing if they have no structure in their lives and sit around doing nothing. But it can also be entertaining in a not unwholesome way. More often than not, I see kids sitting in a circle laughing and talking. The other day I heard an alarming report that in our device-mediated society young people are losing the art of conversation. Pot functions for many in the opposite direction, forcing people to talk instead of geek out in front of their screens.
Many smoke weed and do geek out. Then they fall asleep. And that is goddam so unAmerican!
But when young people, especially the underaged drink alcohol? Get me the fuck away - or get them away from me! They are dangerous. In fact, get me away from half of my best friends if they have more than, say, three drinks. And that does happen. People learn to monitor, or they don't, with all substances. The prison-industrial complex built around controlling weed is clearly an apparatus of oppression. We must dismantle it.
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