Letter: Legalize marijuana? Consider the consequences
According to some, the legalization of marijuana is not only inevitable, but imminent.
We’re all familiar with the old adage, don’t go food shopping while hungry. When this law takes effect, the potato chip guy is going to need a bodyguard, and Little Debbie will be crying for her momma. All munchie vendors should whitewash their trucks now to avoid conga lines of cars following them around town.
For the record, anyone who has received that irreverent AARP packet in the snail mail, just one dad-blasted business day after his 50th birthday and claims he never inhaled, is lying through his bleached white teeth. I’m one such lucky recipient, thus by no means holier than thou with regard to cannabis. My favorite albums from the 1970s were Exile On Main Street for listening and Tupelo Honey for cleaning (for the noninhalers, that was the primitive process of filtering out the seeds and stems).
But that was then and this is now. I have long since lost my roach clip, and the silver bong went in a yard sale prior to the Clinton administration. No, no, no, I don’t smoke it no more.
Decriminalization? Yes, to some degree. It seems inherently wrong to make a pot smoker shower with an ax murderer. But I’m not ready for the public abuse that will surely be a by-product of legalization.
Annoyed by that wall of tobacco smoke outside the entrance to the supermarket? Just wait. It’s about to get sweeter.
SCOTT PRESTON HARDY