I'm in the marijuana closet. 42-year-old father of three, youth football coach (actually coordinator for the league), homeowner, wife is treasurer for the Brownies, master's degree, worked for the same company for 15 years. And on Saturday nights, I like to get high down in my basement, after everyone's in bed, and surf the Web or play video games. It is indeed the only law I break. But I can never come out of the closet because I'd lose my job. A lot of people are in that position, I believe - not only functioning members of society but high functioning members, who would be deemed dysfunctional by their employers, maybe by society itself, simply because they enjoy the occasional bong hit
Nothing wrong with that. Nothing wrong at all.
A point noticed a few days ago when watching a reputable news organization's report on the "Cartel Wars" occurring on the Mexican border. For the news pieces logo, there were no syringes or mounds of powder, just the simplistic pot plant leaf. In all honesty, I can't imagine people on the Mexican border are killing each other ONLY over marijuana-that's small money at this point--it's something bigger. But boy, it sure is a great way to stigmatize a plant!
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