Ever seen a crackhead?
I mean one of those real twitchy, spazzy, shady looking characters crouched in the alleyways behind apartment buildings smoking rock out of an old, filthy, contaminated pipe.
They’re nasty. Despicable. Horrid. A threat to society. Someone I don’t want living in the alley behind my apartment building.
*just say NO to crack unless you find these people above attractive
Think anybody on medical marijuana is kneeling down behind dumpsters to get a taste of that piney herb?
Not a chance.
Marijuana doesn’t operate that way. It chills you out.
Medical marijuana helps someone who’s got anxiety. Depression. Anger. ADHD.
It calms them down.
Medical crack would still put the twitchy, spazzy, shady crack heads in your neighborhoods.
California’s got it down.
But what about everywhere else?
Apparently, in Massachusetts, anything under an ounce of weed is considered the least punishable crime in the state. Same goes for Washington. So it’s getting better.
My prediction is that eventually, and we’re looking at the next few years, Washington and Oregon will legalize marijuana for medical use.
Want to see if it works? Come to Los Angeles and spend an hour in a “collective” any where in town and record how many customers come and go. Then, go back two days later and watch how many routine customers come so frequently.
All of these collectives are taxed, allowing the government to take a piece of the pie.
Are their illegal shops?
Of course. But you don’t go to those. It’s stupid. They’re usually not even good and sell lower grade pot for higher prices because they know they can get away with it.
What’s good about these collectives is that most of the time the clerks know what they’re talking about. When they tell you what they’re best stuff is, they’re not jerking you off. It’s probably their best stuff or at least as good as they’ve got.
So, this wave of collectives would do our country’s economy a hell of a favor if it was legal to operate them in all fifty states.
Would crime go up?
Would the GDP rise?
You’re damn skippy.
*the bomb shit