“Medical marijuana doesn’t exist. Basically, you drank the kool-aid.”
Some California quack said that to a comedian making a documentary.
Don’t take this the wrong way, but that dumb shit doctor had a point. The use of pot as a medicinal substance has few positive applications. Just about anyone can get a prescription in Arnold land, but it’s still not really legal.
Opiates have a long track record for being fantastic pain killers, so that part is true. Anyone who says otherwise needs to explain why the government condoned the manufacturing of synthetic heroin that has turned a large percentage of people into pharmaceutical junkies. But opiates can kill pain quickly and effectively, so they’re cool in my book. Still not legal though.
(They can take a fucked up chemical like cocaine, and turn it into a logically retarded prescription for children, but they cant find an easy way to make pot into the new beer. What a bunch of ball washing douche’s.)
The Doc said medical marijuana doesn’t exist, but I don’t think that’s what he meant. Medical does exist, legal does not.
The rest was true. A great majority of us are all in the kool-aid. We just don’t know the flavor.
As many of you already know, I live Massachusetts. Recently, my fine state decided to decriminalize marijuana. Many other states have already done this.
For some, decriminalization only means they can study the plant for medicinal purposes. For others, like my own, it means I can walk around with an ounce of grass in my pocket, and if I get caught, I only pay a 100 dollar fine.
Sounds great right?
Wrong.
Most states have applied similar laws, but have raised the mandatory minimum sentences for distribution, and attempted distribution. So you and me are fine… so long as we don’t plan on separating any of our stash into separate baggies, or rolling more then one bone at a time.
So now, the source of the once is at greater risk. Before the new decriminalization phase, we were all in the same boat (well… maybe not the same boat,… but close enough for a horse shoe or a hand grenade). Now, the scales have tipped.
So now I’m not so afraid of having an once of herb in my dresser drawer, but finding a guy willing to risk 5 to 10 and a baton up the bum to produce said herb, is getting harder and harder to come by.
Well… what do you expect from a country that sends an army to arrest Tommy Fucking Chong over a few pieces of glass?
Tell a Friend.
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