2001-02-06 - Late morning
Finally saw "Cannabis Castaways," that online Survivor-for-stoners that krapsnart�s been talking about. I think I�ll have to be stoned myself before trying to watch it again. It�s amusing for about a minute, but after that I find myself wanting to slap everyone involved--except for the British woman, because she�s cute and her accent makes me all hot and bothered, and the medical-marijuana activist, because he�s a fellow gimp and is the only one in the group who�s got his head screwed on straight. And those hosts! What fuckawful Klassik Rawk radio station are they refugees from, anyway?
The problem with potheads is that, from the viewpoint of an observer who�s not currently wasted, they look pretty damn stupid. This is true for drunks, too, but I never found Dean Martin or Foster Brooks funny either (and besides, the loveable wino as a staple of comedy is all but extinct, thanks to MADD and AA). And I can�t help thinking that a major reason pot hasn�t been decriminalized by now--even though no one with two brain cells that aren�t disabled by religious or ideological bigotry still believes that the War on Drugs is anything but a futile and morally bankrupt waste of time and resources that�s raped the Constitution and laid waste to our inner cities--is that all the advocates of decriminalization are too intent on freaking out Middle America when they�re not too busy eating pizza, giggling and staring at their hands.
Pot will not be decriminalized until the stigma disappears, and the stigma will not disappear until the attendant hypocrisy disappears, too. Show me anyone under 65 in California who claims never to have smoked pot at least once, and I�ll show you a liar. That�s not the case in other parts of the country, but the Midwest and the South aren�t exactly toke-free zones either. And it�s the respectable churchgoing potheads in the heartland--people who�ve got jobs and families and houses and who also like to unwind with a bowl at the end of a busy day--who�ll eventually put an end to the madness, not the weirdos and trustafarians on the coasts. Right now these people are too scared, but I�m convinced that one day they�ll be taking their plants out of their closets and putting them on the windowsill where they belong. Right next to the apple pie.
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