Marihuana: The Drug Menace

Marijuana is truly the most horrifyingly dangerous drug on earth. A deadly narcotic which fuels death and insanity. Really.
Marijuana is truly the most horrifyingly dangerous drug on earth. A deadly narcotic which fuels death and insanity. Really.

A Drug Menace

Yes, the above add may be from 1937. But it is just as true today as it was then; mariijuana is dangerous. With its recent legalization in areas such as Washington, Portland, and that God-forsaken den of liberal vice, Colorado, Satan has twisted the hearts of politicians and the public, blinding them to the true dangers of Marijuana, the world's most dangerously powerful narcotic. The threat to families everywhere is growing every day. Soon the moral fabric whcih keeps our country together will be destroyed by the growing menace that is Marijuana. Before proceeding in my quest to save educate and protect people from this monstrosity, I'd like to share with you the tragic, true story of Billy Crocker, an innocent boy who had his life decimated by the horrific powers of this evil drug.

You're about to read just how true this poster is. The degredation. The pure evil which possesses  a person every time the user inhales is utterly incomprehensible.
You're about to read just how true this poster is. The degredation. The pure evil which possesses a person every time the user inhales is utterly incomprehensible.

Billy Crocker: A Tragically True Story

Billy Crocker was an outstanding American boy. He made the honor roll at school, had lots of friends, and played wide receiver for his High School's football team. He and his best friend Cole, the Quarterback had played football together since pee-wee and were as close as two boys can be (without engaging in the great sin of homosexuality). By the time Billy and Cole were seniors in High School they were both quite accustomed to the "party scene" but rarely took part in the usual high school carousal, finding sobriety to be the all around better choice, although, both Billy and Cole occasionally took cigarettes if they were offered. One night at a birthday party for Billy's girlfriend, a young lady named Hope Harcourt, Billy went out to the patio for some fresh air. Although he at first thought he was alone, he soon discovered a smiling figure in the shadows smoking something. Billy asked the stranger what brand of cigarette he was smoking, as it had a distinctly different scent from any that Billy had ever encountered. The stranger gave a small chuckle and told him it wasn't a regular cigarette. It was a marijuana cigarette. A "reefer". Billy had heard of others smoking marijuana before, and was certainly an open minded individual, so he decided to accept the stranger's offer when he was passed the marijuana cigarette.

Although he had smoked once or twice before, there was something very different about this cigarette, this "reefer" as the stranger had called it. Suddenly, Billy found himself, for no apparent reason, laughing uncontrollably. As Billy lost control of his emotions, the stranger stood starkly, watching him with a smirk-like grin. As soon as Billy calmed down a few minutes later, the stranger offered him another puff. Billy wanted to rejoin the party, but he found himself unable to control resist (because of Marijuana's addictive properties), and took another puff. The laughter returned, but this time, everything became distorted. Time seemed to slow down as the patio became an unimaginably immense space. In an awestruck stuper he continued to pass the marijuana cigarette back and forth with the stranger until at last, it was all gone. As quickly as he had appeared, the stranger disappeared into the darkness beyond the 2nd story patio. Billy didn't realize he was gone until half an hour after he'd left. He was too busy experiencing wild hallucinations; powerfully deceptive images whizzing through his eyes in a phantasmagorical fervor. He was soon joined by Cole and Hope who had come out to check on him. Although he managed to suppress it for a short time, Billy began having delusional thoughts about Hope and the rather short evening dress she was wearing. Then,in the midst of a friendly conversation, Billy finally lost control of himself. In a drug crazed hysteria, he grabbed hold of Hope and kissed her. Hope tried to resist but found herself unable to subdue her attacker.

Cole in shock did not immediately react, but was able to get Billy off of Hope after a struggle. Billy shook in a narcotic fueled rage, completely unable to control any of his wildly flairing emotions. By this time a crowd had gathered on the porch and several boys were holding Billy down. Cole tried to talk sense into Billy, but the powers of the drug were indelibly ingrained into his conscience. There was no right or wrong. Only impulse. After he appeared to have calmed down, his restrainers loosened their grip. Then suddenly, with the savageness of a jungle predator, Billy lunged at Cole who was leaning on the railing, talking to Hope. Billy's hit knocked Cole headfirst off the balcony onto brick pathway below. Without remorse, he again grabbed Hope in an attempt to violate her. Suddenly, there was a gun shot. A dropped pistol. A wound gushing blood. A lifeless body.


The paramedics arrived to take the body of William Crocker. A youth cut down in his prime during a narcotic fueled compulsion of shocking violence. All because of a single marijuana cigarette.


This is an example of when people had the sense to realize how terrible Marijuana truly is. I'd like to live in a world where this is commonly accepted, not idiotically contested by every stoner with a laptop.
This is an example of when people had the sense to realize how terrible Marijuana truly is. I'd like to live in a world where this is commonly accepted, not idiotically contested by every stoner with a laptop.
Nancy Regan said it, I'll say it again. Just say "no".
Nancy Regan said it, I'll say it again. Just say "no".

Tell Your Children

The story of Billy Crocker, although shocking, is not only 100% true, but common. Every single day youth are introduced to and killed by the dangerous narcotic,marijuana. Those who are not killed by the effects of the drug find themselves lifeless addicts, ghosts of their former selves, rapidly descending into an incurable form of marijuana induced insanity. Almost as horrific as the effects of the drug itself are those who try to defend it as being "safe" and "harmless"; some even attempt to call it a creation of God. For reasons we will probably never understand, God allows the devil to put all sorts of evil things on the earth, such as rap music, condoms, and things that ferment. Marijuana is the weed of the Lucifer's garden; the devil's harvest. An assassin of youth sure to engulf users in a state of uncontrollable violence and insanity. And yet, there are still those that wish to legalize this unbelievably dangerous substance. Make a stand for reason. For virtue. For family values. Don't allow the devil and his weeds to corrupt America. We cannot be a nation which is "under God" if we allow this menace to run rampant in our country, in our towns, and in our homes. A vote for marijuana legalization is a vote for anarchy, death, and Satan. So tell your neighbor. Tell your friends. And certainly, tell your children, or we will soon descend ourselves into a state of reefer madness.

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cheaptrick 3 years ago from the bridge of sighs

I wholeheartedly agree and so does everybody in our commune!Thinking back on my youth as I sit here listening to rap music,wearing a condom for no particular reason,and drinking a glass of something fermented which I suspect is homemade I...come to think of it...I cant remember my marijuana fueled youth...or what we were talking about...Anyway..puff puff...I loved your hub...especially the pictures with the sexy tramps...Would have been better though if you had touched on how this evil weed contributes to the Obesity epidemic...speaking of which,where the hell did I put that Captain Crunch Cereal and my Jolt Cola...


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Ohlem 3 years ago from Fairbanks, AK

LOL Dude your totally my hero... I solemnly vow to smoke as much weed as possible. That way there wont be any left to corrupt our youth....


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jht1414 3 years ago from Chapel Hill, NC Author

Ohlem, thank you. Sacrificing yourself for the good of the world. What a fantastic role model you are. Thank you for you service.


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chasmac 2 years ago from UK

Some people have a very lucky escape, like Bill Clinton who took a puff but didn't inhale. That wise decision enabled him to become president, where he developed a taste for wet-ended cigars with a peculiar flavour instead. Those who were with him at the time did inhale and are now languishing in padded cells in high-security insane asylums - where they belong. Great article.

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