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Kudos to Human Race: Potheads Getting a Legal Fix
Don't Mind My Being Curious
Let me make something clear right at the start---I am entertained by the theme, not critically minded, even though I may sound exactly like that. To me it's more like giving a review to a comedy after a good laugh while having to use all that wording of a critic.
So, don't you puffers get pissed at me, you got my blessing based on understanding that you obviously can't function normally without it; or you just use it as a chemical crutch to make the misery of living feel more like a winning game.
To each their own---period.
On the other hand, don't mind my innocent questioning the rationale behind legalizing a drug. You see, it would be different if marijuana could be placed in same category with coffee, tobacco, and alcohol---also psychoactive substances.
But it can't, or else we might ask that uncomfortable question: why have so many people been prosecuted and jailed for using it, while those other three could be found everywhere, including cops' and judges' homes?
Really, I still have to find that medical study responsible for proclaiming that a joint is just as safe as a cigarette, a cup of coffee, a shot of brandy. What's going on? Have legislators in some countries, including Canada gone dopey, or they are protecting their dopey kids from jail time?
If Booze Is Legal, Why Not Weed!
So far I have been lucky for not meeting heads-on an alcoholic on the road, and now I am wondering if my luck will extend to those drivers wasted by an overdose of weed.
Thinking of all other perils possibly created by a legal drug of that chemical effect, I can't help wondering how a law like that gets to pass. My guess would be that someone in power just shrugs and says: "What the hell, if booze is socially acceptable, why not weed?"
And it even sounds a kind of O.K., doesn't it? For, as long as we advise users not to overdo it, what's the harm? Maybe those tobacco growers won't be all that happy with the sudden competition, even more so because weed is easier to grow and should be cheaper.
It's even called "weed" which says that it can grow at some less probable places. Once I was waiting for the bus at the outskirts of Los Angeles, and right there at the bus stop I saw a healthy looking plant of marijuana, most likely sprouted out from a tossed unfinished joint.
Now, bear with my curiosity for another moment, as I am still trying to figure out why we need a bigger legal variety of opiates on the streets, instead of trying to reduce them.
One of the excuses being mentioned is that crime related to illegal trafficking should drop or even disappear. I just don't see it happen, because with more potheads around there will be more of those desperados unable to afford their fix, so they will have to steal and mug.
Another even stronger argument is that health officials will have a "control over the purity" of joints. Does it really hold water, because it will forever stay just another article on the black market, now only cheaper than the stuff you'll be able to buy in your milk store.
Not to forget that the word "legal" in itself carries an inspiration for creative growers everywhere.
Never Easy Enough
Again, I don't mind seeing more happy faces around, even if they happen to be chemically motivated to sheepishly smile. Talking about sheep, some political and social issues may take milder forms, because it's so much easier to manipulate a dopey nation than a sober one.
Imagine the popularity of the political daddy who suddenly allows everyone to enjoy their favorite poison. I hate sounding prophetic---we already have too many of those smart asses around---but I can see down the road another, stronger dope getting legalized.
And yet, as a romantic lover of the mankind and a humanist, I can't help this sad feeling about the world resorting to drugs at times that are more pampering than any other in the history.
Is it only me, or anyone else sees it as, well...not really normal?
Now, talking about normal, I get reminded of a person half my age who recently said to me: "There is no such thing as normal". Wow! How low we fall. For it's one thing not to be able to tell the difference between normal and abnormal, but entirely something else categorically "debunking the theory of normalcy altogether".
O.K., O.K...I heard you---"Welcome to the human race"---you say in the chorus with all those who have reminded me of human imperfections so far, as if I have spent the last 73 years on the Planet of the Apes oblivious to humans as they are at times, falling below the level of a basic I.Q..
Will It Be Cash or Charge, Please?
The other day, while doing something else I was a passive listener to the TV news, when I heard the announcement about the state of Hawaii where marijuana will soon be available "without cash".
Maybe the arrangement will look altogether different, but I just got a spontaneous vision of a drug dealer carrying around one of those card-swiping devices like a pizza delivery dude would have.
Now, I used to be a chain-smoker, I mean cigarettes, which doesn't give me right to question those potheads about what pleasure they get from inhaling those fumes. I must assume the motivation to start is probably stronger, as the effects must be felt from the very first joint.
It was different with my first cigarette, and according to so many other cigarette smokers, the first ones almost made them puke, which I could relate to. But we started at times when it was a part of the movie image of something "manly"---with one hanging from between the lips Humphrey Bogart style.
Nevertheless, I am curious---what does it do for you? Calms you down? Helps you to suddenly like your mother-in-law? I got this neighbor on my floor, an obvious pothead, and merely passing by his door you get a whiff of his sweet poison coming from underneath.
I saw the dude a few times waiting for elevator, and he almost looked, well, O.K., except that blank expression in those absent eyes. Maybe I look somewhat similar immediately after my meditation, but the smell of that guy definitely ruled him out as a meditator.
On the way down not even once would he look up at the display of descending count of floors---as everybody does, even meditators. I guess, he just couldn't care less how soon he would be free from my company.
Indeed, a calm dude he is; I just tried to get rid of an imposing scenario in my head about him driving towards me on the road. What if he is so wasted that he doesn't care for his life? And what if my old Honda looks like a perfect object to hit to get out of his misery that he sometimes calls life?
O.K., I only appear so paranoid in some of my articles---in real life I love all my neighbors, potheads or not.
Dopey=Less Stressed Out=Healthier???
For my final words, let me speculate a little about some possibly positive outcomes of legalization of marijuana. Without any credentials that would add a convincing note to my thoughts, I am simply a firm believer that most, if not all ills of the mankind are a direct or indirect effects of stress.
After reading a book about telomeres and their relating to our lifespan, I got deeply impressed with scientific findings about stress shortening those indicators of our biological age. Using a less fancy language, every time we get pissed off we get older. And sicker.
Even though I am not exactly following my own beliefs when it comes to my healthy choices of eating---I believe that a happy junk-eater may outlive a miserable health-nut eating by the book. Without my saying it you probably guessed that I am trying to combine both---a happy emotional climate and good foods.
All right, so not everybody is a meditator, a qigong practitioner, an alpha-training freak insisting on his bright disposition, and user of his homemade herbal elixirs---so why not suppose that a moderate use of weed might reduce personal and collective levels of stress.
I will never become just another user of chemical crutches because I make myself happy with my mind---but maybe the benefits of lowering stress---if that's what marijuana potentially could do---outweigh all potential risks of making it another legal "happy" item beside booze, coffee and tobacco.
Maybe from time to time---if not quite often---the mankind is facing a choice reduced to two evils, and then all the wisdom is about picking the lesser one. My own sense of a homo sapiens dignity may not be relevant one bit---because I see every drug as an insult to human intelligence.
But that's me, and like it is with every romantic lover of the evolution of consciousness, I may have to lower my standards and take more seriously that invitation saying "welcome to the human race".