The smallest utterance of politics makes my brain shut down into a lifeless, steaming pile of toad poop.
I can’t get into it. I can’t get passionate about it. It doesn’t interest me.
I know, as an American born American, I should… but I simply cannot.
All I know is that no one is ever going to agree on anything. In a perfect world there would be no arguments, there wouldn’t be any Republican or Democratic parties, there would be no Hillary Clinton and we would all have nothing to argue about.
I know… boring, right?
Although, I have to admit, I was slightly interested in seeing if “Prop 19” would pass. For those of you who don’t know, Prop 19 was a ballot initiative to legalize marijuana (aka pot, dope, Mary Jane, ganja, giggleweed, reefer, bud, cryptonite, doobie, grass, hocus pocus, happy backy, rainy day woman, wackytabacky, pretendica, etc.) in the state of California.
California’s Future Governor: The Honorable Mr. Snoop Dogg
It didn’t pass.
Honestly, I was going to be really surprised if it did pass… even for California!
I couldn’t even imagine the drove of patchouli-soaked hippies that would move to California to bask in the glow of the legalization of marijuana. Perhaps that’s why California residents voted to keep it illegal? I mean… who likes the smell of patchouli other than dirty hippies right?! (Sorry Matt)
Anyway, as someone who’s *cough cough* never smoked wackytabacky myself *cough cough*… ahem… I’m a little under the weather (or am I?) I apologize… what was I saying? Oh yeah, in my humble opinion I don’t think it’s a good idea to legalize it because of the sheer chaos it would cause.
“But Papa K, marijuana is much safer than alcohol!” You might say, “No one has ever died from smoking too much pot!”
It’s true, no one has overdosed from inhaling too much cannabis… they just become incredibly stupid. Nothing irritates me more than someone who is high. While the recipient of the head change is on another planet, his or her surrounding peers have to put up with the idiocy of his or her actions.
Can you imagine how long it would take to get through the check-out line at Wal-Mart when the checker is as high as a hot air balloon?
What if the person driving in the lane next to you just sucked down a whole blunt and their idea of exiting the highway is to change lanes by smashing through your luxury Sedan? I don’t think you or I would have much sympathy for someone after picking ourselves out of a ditch on the side of the road to find out the reason they ran you off the road was because their sensory skills were inhibited by the giggleweed!
Yet… I have some sympathy for the “legalize marijuana” advocates. I see Marijuana, as with EVERYTHING, in excess is too much. Too much beer is bad, too much ice cream is bad, too much sex is bad (well… not that bad), too much of Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen is bad and too much pot is bad. Now, if you could GUARANTEE some resiliency on the part of those who want to smoke a little Mary-Jane and limit their intake only to times when they’re out of harms way or not in a position to severely affect every one elses busy schedules… then fine. But it wouldn’t be that way because Americans like to abuse their privilages.
I could go on and on. The argument between smokers and non-smokers will carry on much like arguments about capital punishment, prayer in schools and whether or not Elena Kagan is a man.
Sir… ah… Ma’am… uh… hey you!
Whatever the case may be, I honestly don’t have a problem with people who want to smoke an occasional doobie much in the same way I don’t have a problem with someone who wants to have a few drinks. The problem is how many dirty hippies would abuse their right to smoke pot free and clear. While this would increase profits for those who invest in IHOP, Denny’s and Waffle House it would also increase the amount of one-sided ass whippings given to smoked-out hippies that fried the final nerve of many clear-minded individuals.
So, with that, thank God Prop 19 didn’t pass.
That’s what I think… what do you think?
BTW – I didn’t inhale.