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Cheech and Chong Don’t Live here Anymore
By David Glenn Cox
I recently read an article written by a psychologist about how he talked to his children about marijuana. What I found most entertaining in the article was its dependence on stereotypes. He writes, “And you already know I wrote a book with 'marijuana' in the title, so you’re aware that I’ve inhaled.”
“There are three kinds of marijuana smokers. Visitors, Regulars and Stoners."
Stoners, huh?
All my friends know the low rider
The low rider is a little higher
Low rider drives a little slower
Low rider is a real goer
I never wrote a book with marijuana in the title, but I could have. For more than twenty-five years of my life I smoked marijuana. In that time I never had an auto accident or a ticket. I never missed a house payment or lost a job. In fact I was promoted again and again. I bought and remodeled two houses and restored classic cars. What I grew tired of was the high prices and operating on someone else’s schedule. So I began to cultivate and removed myself from the market.
Growing, I figured my costs at about six dollars an ounce. During this time I lived next door to a very sweet elderly couple and it was a mutual admiration society. I admired them as an older couple being retired and devoted to each other. They looked at my young family and could remember when they had babies and toddlers playing in their back yard.
One day, during one of our neighborly chats, Hugh told me his wife Martha had been diagnosed with cancer and had to begin chemotherapy. As time progressed I could see the worry and anxiety grow across his face. The chemotherapy was killing his wife. He complained that he couldn’t get her to eat and that she was wasting away. My conscience began to hurt me; I had something in the house that might help that woman to ease her suffering. It would cost me no more than a birthday cake from Kroger to give it to her.
I didn't dare do it though, because if I did and it were perceived wrong or discovered by the authorities, I could lose everything. My job, my house, my freedom and my future. To this day I feel that what I did was wrong, but that my government forced me to live in a secret society. I was criminalized like a Nazi or a Communist because I smoked the wrong brand of cigarettes.
For the first century and a half in this country there was no such prohibition, and in that time we defeated the British King, conquered the prairie, built a trans-continental railroad. We created an industrial revolution, fought a civil war, invented the airplane and defeated the Kaiser, and throughout all of my historical readings I have never found one reference to America’s path being hindered the least little bit by smoking marijuana.
It is said that the prohibition of marijuana came about due to the demands of the paper, pharmaceutical and chemical industry to make it illegal. Those economic theories don't take into account the social aspect that the illegalization was rather a result of racism directed towards American immigrants of Mexican and African descent. It was also a direct response to the prohibition of alcohol. After Bible-thumping prohibitionists in their righteous and religious zeal managed to outlaw America’s most popular recreational drug, they took a very dim view of any other recreational drug that rose to the fore to replace it. They wanted it banned, shouting, “Not on my watch, buddy! The book's agin' it!”
Since the beginning of recorded history there is a history of recreational drug use. From the Pharaohs to the Caesars, drug use and sales were common. Rome grew rich from the sales of wine. In the nineteenth century the patent medicine business grew into a mass industry based on refined drug products which caused health and emotional problems and addictions. Yet you must ask yourself, were most of these problems caused by the drugs themselves or by ignorance about the drugs?
Opium and cocaine were common ingredients, but the products weren’t called Vicks Cough Syrup, Now With Opium! Or Red Bull, Now With Extra Cocaine! They were called Dr. Pendrake's Mystery Elixir. People became addicted to these products because they didn’t know any better, and what’s more the products worked. Old Abe Lincoln’s favorite remedy for his headaches was a steaming bowl of water with opium powder poured in. The President would breathe in the vapors with a towel over his head.
Today if Barack Obama were to try using the same treatment he would be out of the White House faster than you can say “Bill Clinton’s Intern.” On top of the legal stigma of recreational drug use is also a moral stigma that is new and was created right here in the good old USA. Recreational drug users are described and depicted in the media as defective people. In over two decades as a business manager I have dealt with employees with drug problems. Oh yes, I fully accept that people can get into trouble with recreational drugs. Some had a problem with their drug use, others just had problems and were medicating themselves with drugs. Eliminating the drug use in this group didn’t solve the problem; in some cases it made it worse.
Drugs can cause problems, but so can alcohol, cigarettes and even food. Imagine dragging people out of their houses in handcuffs. “That lousy fat slob was feeding ice cream to children! I hope they throw the book at him.” Obesity and childhood obesity is a major problem in America today, yet employers aren’t encouraged to hold random body fat screenings. There are no T-shirts or programs in schools like “Just say no to Dairy Queen.” One of the founders of the Dairy Queen empire died from a heart attack at an early age. Go figure.
For many years I played music and you would be surprised by the number of longhaired, hippie-looking rock musicians that didn’t smoke marijuana. You’d be even more surprised by the number of calm, sedate, middle class, hard working ministers, policemen, firemen, mechanics and just plain Joes and Janes that do. They are not defectives or people with problems. They aren’t child molesters or rapists. They are your neighbors, that nice man down the street or that sweet little old lady that brings cookies to the homeowners association meeting.
As for the visitors, regulars and stoners, I have known them all. The visitors might take a toke or two at a party. The regulars might smoke the whole joint. The stoners who the doctor described as folks "whose lives have slowed, and then stopped. For them, smoking weed results in gravity turning up -- it takes enormous effort for them to do anything, so they don’t. Ambition – even once fierce ambition -- evaporates and a creeping sadness replaces it.”
I have known them, as well, sitting on the couch all day eating Cheetos and watching TV or playing video games. Do you know what they were doing before they were smoking marijuana? They were sitting on the couch all day eating Cheetos and watching TV or playing video games. I have never known an ambitious person slowed by marijuana or a lazy person that developed new energy after smoking marijuana. It is more a symptom of the personality than a symptom of the drug.
The wheels of medical science turn slowly and sometimes turn backwards. Cigarette smoking does not cause tuberculosis and Dr. Kellogg’s corn flakes do not increase male potency. Such were the claims; swimming pools were once closed to prevent the spread of polio. During prohibition the hospitals were filled with those sick on bad liquor and the jails were full of junior hoodlums given a leg up into crime through bootlegging. America then tried a noble experiment. We left it up to individual citizens whether to consume alcohol or not, rather than making it a function of government.
Recently Joe Bageant wrote about American expatriate retirees living in Mexico. “An American never quite gets over the sight of half a dozen retired middle class seventy year olds in puffy white velcro strap tennis shoes, nonchalantly passing a fat bomber."
A study was recently published in Australia that warned “Young adults who used marijuana as teens were more likely than those who didn’t to develop schizophrenia and psychotic symptoms including hallucinations and delusions.
“This is the most convincing evidence yet that the earlier you use cannabis, the more likely you are to have symptoms of a psychotic illness,” said McGrath, a professor at the Queensland Brain Institute in Brisbane, Australia.
“Researchers in the study were looking for causes of schizophrenia, McGrath said. The researchers included 3,801 young adults who were born in Brisbane from 1981 to 1984. At the 21-year follow up, the participants, whose average age was about 20, were asked about marijuana use. The researchers also measured whether those in the study had psychotic symptoms.
"Of the 1,272 participants who had never used marijuana, 26, or 2 percent, were diagnosed with psychosis. Of the 322 people who had used marijuana for six or more years, 12, or 3.7 percent, were diagnosed with the illness. Overall, 65 people were diagnosed with psychosis, according to the study.”
If you look for it you will find it. You have a 1.2% chance of developing schizophrenia in Brisbane, Australia. This has been going on for so long that it grows tiresome. It is a known medical fact that most people who drink water die within seventy years and those who refrain from drinking water die quicker. Scientists found that if you sew a dime into a rat’s stomach, it will develop tumors. It proves conclusively that many scientists have way too much time on their hands.
What did I tell my children about marijuana? I told them that it’s something that adults do like drinking alcohol. I worried about them experimenting because I was more afraid that they did not have the skills needed to not get caught. My son told me about his friend getting busted with a pipe in the car and I slapped my forehead. Son, you never carry a pipe in a car, you roll a joint. “But that’s a waste,” he countered.
“So is getting busted.”
My son is a grown man now and he doesn’t smoke marijuana. He made that decision himself, not because Dad gave him lectures about, “My friend the doctor says,” or, "you could end up a stoner, a junkie or even worse, a Republican!" Dad told him it’s something that adults do to enjoy themselves, and when you get older you can make that decision for yourself.
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