I am Canadian and as such I am always distressed at knowing too well that marijuana will never be legalized here. I am a conservative and have voted conservative all my life for various reasons, yet realise that the issue of legalization is a touchy subject here, basically because most of us either subscribe to the facts that it's a gateway drug or something as harmless as a simple home remedy that makes you feel great. And based on that, coming from a country that consumes more beer and wine than France or Britain combined, the very idea of becoming Amsterdam North gives us a sense of returning to the heyday of the hippie. Sure, the granola bran muffin brigade is in every community, protesting this, that and the other, wearing beads and prancing about as if they had something to prance about, smoking the devil weed and having unprotected lesbian-earth-mother-anarchist sex, but it's much more than the ideology of it all.
You see, in the eyes of the government (The Blue Meanies), we, the public don't really know what's good for us. We're far too stupid. We watch sit-coms, are engaged in the ritualistic acts of celebrity worship, wasteful gossip, fast food, 2012 the world is going to end and an endless decay of morality-based ramblings; be they some singer's boob being shown, a riot over the loss of a sports game or an indiscretion of the pope or some such other nonsense. As I've mentioned before, legalization isn't about marijuana, it's about morals, money and minds.
And to have us all looned-out on the goofy greenery seems like a perfect technique to have us all bow down to the almighty grand poobah sitting up on his throne on Parliament Hill. The flip-side of that 95 cent coin is that us Canadians are too damn polite, worried and apologetic given the fact that across the border lies the land of the free and home of the brave and all them darn bombs eh, not to mention those silly robed Christian Right demigods who control the minds and hearts of quite a few politicians, not to mention the media such as CNN (the mouth-piece of all that is amber waves of grain and build 'em up/knock 'em down dirtiness). The media today seems to be on the right hand of "you should be ashamed of yourselves".
Sex is a far greater sin than war will ever be. Toss into that degree of time wasted is the culture of feeling good and having the right to enjoy your own body type of deal, without all the shame. Have a drink, or a steak. Make love to the wife on Saturday night, perhaps say "fuck" once in awhile and making no big deal of it all. Yet, when it comes to doing it out in public there's some sort of "morality clause" built into our fragile, western-brainwashed psyches. Liberal thinkers? I think not. Then we hear that a few Catholic priests were caught with their pants down in the altar boy's changing room. But it's not their fault - no. So they're forgiven and sent to some out-of-the-way jungle to whip the natives into believing in Santa Clause. And while you're down there, burn the devil's foilage. It'll make it easier once they find out about McDonald's, Paris Hilton and Prozac.
I support legalization 100%. So do a majority of common sense folk out there (most of whom have prescriptions for one illness, chronic syndrome or worry). The very idea of going into your back yard and picking some flowers, making a nice cup of tea and being able to function on a daily basis is about as backwards as a person can get. Why, there's all sorts of nasty side effects that can occur, smiling for one thing, having an appetite another, or spending all your hard earned money on such things as wine, or cheese or that new pair of shoes you had your eye on. What's the big deal? It's all subsidized anyway. Where would you be without Zanex or Chemotherapy or Ritalin or danduff shampoo or latex condoms?
Can you imagine what the CEO's of a big multi-national pharmaceutical company would do? They'd be forced to drive Volvo's. No private white jets in private jet hangers, no swanky hotels with skanky hoe hookers, no bookies or horses with fancy gold bridles, or mistresses dressed up in half-alive dresses, the people would wake up and know they're all right, no need for a pill to sleep through the night or keep up a pecker sure to cause fright. Keep them drugged-up with legal subsidized M&M's, dumb them down with brain-numbing entertainment, hop up their kids with refined white sugars, corn syrups and starches and bring on a war or two to throw them off the scent that "Yes, Virginia, you do have the right to self-medicate or walk around naked in your own home". This can waken the populace to knowing and taking charge of their own bodies, minds and spirits. It's wrong.
But hey, don't take my word for it, I'm just some nasty criminal hell-bent on warping the minds of the young by growing some herbs along side my raddishes. Shit, I may even be jailed for tossing a salad one day or kissing my wife in public. Sooner or later they'll either fall under the feet of a revolution or become more powerful by further dumbing us down. The status quo is pretty safe and comfortable. Why rock the boat? You'll only drown.
I rambled.