You're an addict too. You probably consume generous amounts of refined grains and sugars daily. Those products might be made from something that started out as food, but now they are just legal speed. Don't want to buy that? Feed a three year old a tall glass of Kool-Aid and a bowl of Cap'n Crunch. Store your breakables first.
Do you love coffee? Yum. Do you use tobacco? Perhaps you drink a beer or two after work. Know any cola addicts? Are you a workaholic or a religious zealot? Got chocolate on the brain? Do you yell or argue frequently? Must you tan? Surf the 'net? Have lots of sex? Spend hours a day in front of the tube?
I can easily forego my vice without withdrawal. Your addiction may not be so kind. I was a nicotine addict in my youth and I couldn't skip a day without suffering acutely. Eschewing pot is a cakewalk. I occasionally travel and I'm too paranoid to smuggle, so I go without. Other times my tenuous hooks into the black market go dry, and I experience enforced abstinence. Boo hoo. Thank God I can always count on Starbucks to fix me up with a double shot of espresso!
Some people play video games incessantly. Some shoot hoops. Others read pulpy romance novels, or solve crossword puzzles.
Me? I like to burn a bowl of sticky green cannabis flowers and explore physics, math, and philosophy. Do you know that the relationship between light speed, velocity, rest mass, relativistic mass, and momentum, is completely described by a simple right triangle? That rocks.
I'm a high school dropout. I got bored with control issues and egressed without finishing tenth grade. I couldn't afford college, so I taught myself how to write software, and I've made a decent living. Millions of bargain hunters and tens of thousands of classified and display advertisers rely on my computer programs. My code runs at publishing companies in some of the largest cities in America; it has been assembling press-ready shopping guide pages for many years now. Much of it was written while I was stoned. Who says pot makes you stupid?
Unfortunately, we live in a culture where people are judged by news bite instead of merit. The TV news graphic juxtaposes a pot leaf with a syringe, a line or two of white powder, some pills, and a pistol. Pay attention from now on, folks. Smiley Anchorperson laces the report with the ubiquitous word 'drugs,' even though the substance relevant to the story is crack or heroin or crystal meth. How's that for accuracy in journalism?
Do you know that more than fifteen thousand Americans die annually from taking legal over-the-counter painkillers? Do you know that legal alcohol, tobacco, and obesity combine to snuff thousands and thousands of human lives every day? And do you know that, in all of recorded history, there has never been a single death attributed to marijuana use? Not even one! Ask the naysayers to show you a body. They can't. All they can do is quote the number of chemicals found in pot smoke. I wonder if they realize how many chemicals they ingest when they eat a charbroiled steak, snarf a slice of pizza, or chug down a cold glass of municipal drinking water. It's all sleight of hand and misdirection.
Take a close look at Drug War commercials, which you fund with your tax dollars. If you pay attention, you will notice that there are rarely any references given where you may verify the 'facts' which have been presented. This is because they are not presenting very many facts. Want to piss off a drug soldier? Start asking direct questions. Challenge assumptions. Demand proof.
Honest researchers may investigate and draw their own conclusions. Much data can be obtained from the United States government itself--in exchange for some effort on your part--but you won't find these data advertised by the Drug Tsar, the D.E.A., the F.D.A., the Partnership for a Drug Free America, or by anybody else whose title, power, or income, depends on keeping the bloody war alive.
Your government spends your money to tell you blatant lies about drugs of all kinds--then it pours you a shot of whiskey.
I have associates who like to go drinking. Sometimes they drink too much and get stupid. Why isn't anyone surprised to learn about another bar fight--frequently involving a knife or a gun--followed by an ambulance ride, or a six-foot hole? Smoke too much pot and the worst you'll do is order a giant pepperoni--if you can stop giggling long enough to enunciate.
How is it that one hand of public policy fuels mayhem with legal alcohol--a known gateway to violence--while the other hand drags peaceful munch mouths off to Drug War internment?
It makes me cry.
So go ahead and call me an addict, or a pot head, or the devil. I don't care. Indulge yourself! Judgment and bigotry make some people feel especially good. And isn't feeling good what addiction is all about?
From : Budlife
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