The weed with roots in hell

When I was a youth -- high school, college, and beyond -- everybody smoked pot. By everybody I mean pretty much all my friends and people who went to the same parties and belonged to the same political organizations (I was an activist) and roommates and girlfriends and casual acquaintances. It was just completely normal. It was illegal, but that didn ' t really apply to white people with college degrees. That just wasn ' t something we had to worry about, the cops weren ' t interested in us.Anyway, I really didn ' t see much, if any harm in it. All of the people I knew were perfectly functional, they did well in school then they held jobs, often very demanding jobs; people who used cannabis were at no evident disadvantage to people who didn ' t. It seemed obvious that alcohol had far more potential for harm, and that just about all of the harm done by cannabis was the result of it being illegal. So, obviously, I and just about everybody I knew were convinced that it ought to be legal.I actually lost interest in cannabis many years ago -- I can ' t even remember exactly how many. Don ' t know why, I just outgrew it I guess. But my opinion about legalization didn ' t change, and I was glad when it started to happen.However . . . It turns out that the products available today are not weed as I knew it. When I was in college it was basically impossible to consume enough pot to suffer any evident harm other than being really, really stoned. We even had dope smoking contests, ...
Source: Stayin' Alive - Category: American Health Source Type: blogs