What is it about Marijuana that we all love so much? Why do we look forward to that wake and bake and a stroll in the park? Or that bowl after a shitty day at work? What drives us to plant seeds, cut branches, and pump gallons upon gallons of water? Are we hopeless daydreamers? Probably. I, personally, love that something I used to do as a kid behind my parents' back has now finally been recognized as a legitimate medicine... Something it always was... long before Merk of Pfizer ever existed.
I feel sorry for all those people who poo poo on pot, cling to their alcohol, their right wing politics, and their violent, intolerant ways. "Hey, chill out, man. Try some of this." I'd say that to every one of these people if I could. Down deep inside, even they know pot is better... They're just stubborn or stupid... or both.
See, a lot of these people still have the head-achey shwag from the seventies in mind when they think of pot, not knowing just how far the art of its cultivation has come. I'm confident that all of those alchies who are ignorant of the effects of today's high-grade strains would never go back to drinking 'to get fucked up' if they just tried a little Headband or Grand Daddy Purps. (Oh, yeah. And your eyes do not deceive you, that bud IS the size of a football. Ice from my very first grow)
The argument that our so-called 'drug use' is fueling the bloodshed in Mexico and elsewhere doesn't wash with me. I grow my own... And when I'm not smoking my own, I'm getting it from local collectives, who get it from small local growers themselves. So there. Take your 'drug war' argument and shove it. See y'all tomorrow. Peace.