You smoke dope, I don’t want you doing my neuro surgery, fixing my broken hip, or even reading my EKG. You smoke dope I don’t want you piloting my helo, or my tank, or in my foxhole or on patrol. You smoke dope, I don’t want you as my lawyer or accountant. Here’s the reason. When you do reefer last night it is still working on you this morning–particularly the new stuff.
But there are plenty of people who cruise the internet and make public noise who are chronically high on reefer.
But we have a bamster who was the uneelected president of the Choom gang, high schoolers who spent a lot of time stoned.
And he went through Occidental and Columbia the same way, by his own admission.
Where to start?
Read Ben Stein’s essay from today on a male guest he had, 27 years old and a worthless slacker from a privileged background who thought being a hospice or nursing home patient would be a great way to live–he wanted to be stoned until he died.
I would say that heroin is not as easy on people, most stop or are dead before they get to 50–but dope–hell Willie is 80.
As for medical marijuana, it’s a scam to get it in the back door.
Medical marijuana is “prescribed” for everything, including the complaint–I am out of my weed and need it for my appetite and to sleep better.
I know this too, Ben Stein doesn’t drink, so maybe he had a problem. Alcohol is on and off, alcohol abuse is a serious problem, but that doesn’t justify promotion of another problem.
My friend, the chief deputy, was, in another part of his career, and undercover all the way to head of narcotics for the Texas Department of Public Safety, and he is convinced that MJ legalization is a bad idea–me too.