I might not be sitting downtown in a railway station (Boomers will get the reference to the lyrics of the song) but I definitely support being one toke over or even under the line.
Because, my friends, reefer is not at all as depicted in the famous old film, Reefer Madness. Not at all. The film attributes all sorts of bad things to smoking weed, from suicide and manslaughter to attempted rape and even descent into madness. Not the case. At all.
So let’s back up. We’re talking marijuana, here.
California’s recreational marijuana use law is scheduled to go into effect in January 2018. That is, if our new Fuhrer and his SS don’t take away states’ rights to legislate marijuana.
Now, I’m all for recreational use. Alcohol is legal; marijuana is pretty harmless for most people and should also be legal.
Oh, I know, very earnest weed opponents will tell me it’s a “gateway drug” because most serious drug addicts smoke pot first, and I’m going to respond that milk could be considered a gateway drug because those drug addicts drank milk first, before they were old enough to toke. And didn’t most of us experience our first altered state from alcohol? Should Prohibition be back in effect? So all that gateway stuff is just smokescreen bullshit, in my opinion, used by people who oppose the herb without understanding it. That’s what I think.
Where i have the most trouble, though, is with those who want to ban medical marijuana, whose key ingredient, THC, is a treatment proven effective against a host of ailments.
I mean, GOD FORBID that cancer patients should have a few laughs while they treat their chemo nausea. Or that people with muscle or nerve pain who find relief from a cannabis salve that doesn’t even give them a buzz have access to this effective treatment. Or that migraines go away. Yes, God forbid that the host of other well-documented, helpful cannabis treatments be legal.
No, “General” Sessions (a member of our Fuhrer’s SS) says that no good people smoke marijuana. Because I’m pretty sure he’s gotten his marijuana education from Reefer Madness.
The only reason my doctor prescribed me Ativan for insomnia is that she knows that I take very, very little and only when I really, really can’t get back to sleep. Medical marijuana, she says, takes too much paperwork. But Ativan is a highly addictive diazepam, like Valium. It is my VERY FAVORITE class of drug. I like it so much better than cannabis. But I know that it’s super-addictive. More addictive than anything else I’ve taken. How interesting that I first smoked pot almost 50 years ago and am still not addicted to it.
I am NOT advocating that addicts in recovery use medicinal marijuana, just as I wouldn’t advocate that alcoholics take a snort of brandy for their sore throat. I’ll leave that to them and their doctors. I’m talking about garden variety imbibers like me, who will never get addicted. Or couchlocked. Oh, you don’t know what that is? It’s getting so stoned you can’t move. All you can do is sit on the couch and watch stoner movies. I don’t like stoner movies, for one, and I am sound asleep soon after taking my medicine. Or very, very relaxed and soon to be asleep.
So I went to get my medical marijuana card. First, I saw a marijuana doctor, who made me fill out an extensive medical history and then (ahem) counseled me before signing my paperwork. I actually did list post-election stress syndrome, besides my other ailments. Yes, I did. But you’re not surprised, right? Papers in hand, I headed to the nearest dispensary to get my medicine.
A close friend whose name I will not mention is always up for adventure and accompanied me the whole way. In our dispensary, we met with a very helpful marijuana “pharmacist”. So to speak. I told him about my insomnia and he went through the difference between indica and sativa and then, my delivery options: the weed itself to smoke, vape cartridges and edibles that ranged from chocolate espresso beans to cookies. He explained how some strains had more of a heady high and others a body high.
I bought some old-school weed–indica–with the alluring name of Sunset Sherbet, some chocolate espresso beans and a vape cartridge in Blackberry Kush, which is even better for insomnia.
I’ll be honest. I haven’t gotten past the weed and its heady high. When I light up and the aroma hits my nose, I feel like I’m 18 and back in my college dorm at Syracuse University stringing love beads and making peace armbands. Of course then, I smoked for fun and not to get to sleep. And it was far weaker weed, too.
Others are enjoying the edible beans and they report a body high that takes about two hours to hit. Me, I like the heady feeling of being on the edge of sleep. And then actually GOING to sleep. Someone else i know has found relief for serious muscle pain after a fall by using a cannabis salve that has no buzz-worthy aspects. There’s also one for nerve pain.
So where am I going with this?
I think the people in charge (pardon me while I choke those words out with the image of the Fuhrer and his SS henchmen in mind) … the people in charge need to get an education: marijuana is medicine that works. These fools need to stop demonizing an herb that has had demonstrable benefits for many health conditions. Even Sanjay Gupta, M.D. is a proponent. See this piece about diseases the weed is effective against, HERE. Why would you deny people something so effective?
You’d deny it because you’re afraid people are having too good a time on this medicine. You’d deny it because you’re ignorant of the facts. Or just not interested in science.
As for me, well, I heard someone say they planned to stay stoned for the Fuhrer’s entire term. Sounds like a damn good idea to me.
So, what do you know about medical marijuana? And why not enjoy the song, HERE.