Good morning, gentle people – I’m kind of hoping the congresscritters will get off their dead asses and reauthorize EUIC, since it was all I had, and my benefits stopped in Janurary. Pulling the trigger early on Social Security may be my only recourse, but I don’t have to like it.
Well, enough public shirt-rending.
In the meantime, there’s this:
My Trip to the Pot Shop
Townhall.com ^ | March 26, 2014 | Michelle Malkin
Posted on 3/26/2014 6:01:42 AM by Kaslin
PUEBLO WEST, Colo. — It’s 9 a.m. on a weekday, and I’m at the Marisol Therapeutics pot shop. This is serious business. Security is tight. ID checks are frequent. Merchandise is strictly regulated, labeled, wrapped and controlled. The store is clean, bright and safe. The staffers are courteous and professional. Customers of all ages are here.
There’s a middle-aged woman at the counter nearby who could be your school librarian. On the opposite end of the dispensary, a slender young soldier in a wheelchair with close-cropped hair, dressed in his fatigues, consults with a clerk. There’s a gregarious cowboy and an inquisitive pair of baby boomers looking at edibles. A dude in a hoodie walks in with his backpack.
And then there’s my husband and me.
Before I tell you how and why my hubby and I ended up at Marisol Therapeutics, some background about my longtime support of medical marijuana: More than 15 years ago in Seattle, while working at The Seattle Times, I met an extraordinary man who changed my mind about the issue. Ralph Seeley was a Navy nuclear submarine officer, pilot, cellist and lawyer suffering from chordoma, a rare form of bone cancer that starts in the spine. He had undergone several surgeries, including removal of one lung and partial removal of the other, and was confined to a wheelchair.
Chronically nauseous from chemotherapy and radiation, weak from a suppressed appetite, and suffering excruciating pain, Seeley turned to marijuana cigarettes for relief.
Contrary to cultural stereotype, Seeley was far from “wasted.” While smoking the drug to reduce his pain, he finished law school — something he couldn’t have done while on far more powerful “mainstream” narcotics, which left him zonked out and vomiting uncontrollably in his hospital bed after chemo. Seeley had the backing of his orthopedic doctor and University of Washington School of Medicine oncologist Dr. Ernest Conrad. He took his plight to the Washington state supreme court, where he asserted a constitutionally protected liberty interest in having his doctor issue a medical pot prescription.
This brings us back to Pueblo. For the past three months, my mother-in-law, Carole, whom I love with all my heart, has battled metastatic melanoma. After a harrowing week of hospitalization and radiation, she’s at home now. A miraculous new combination of oral cancer drugs seems to have helped enormously with pain and possibly contained the disease’s spread. But Carole’s loss of appetite and nausea persist.
A month ago, with encouragement from all of her doctors here in Colorado, she applied for a state-issued medical marijuana card. It still hasn’t come through. As a clerk at Marisol Therapeutics told us, there’s a huge backlog. But thanks to Amendment 64, the marijuana drug legalization act approved by voters in 2012, we were able to legally and safely circumvent the bureaucratic holdup. “A lot of people are in your same situation,” the pot shop staffer told us. “We see it all the time, and we’re glad we can help.”
Our stash included 10 pre-rolled joints, a “vape pen” and two containers of cheddar cheese-flavored marijuana crackers (they were out of brownies). So far, just one cracker a day is yielding health benefits. Carole is eating better than she has in three months. For us, there’s no greater joy than sharing the simple pleasure of gathering in the kitchen for a meal, with Grandma Carole at the head of the table.
Do I worry about the negative costs, abuses and cultural consequences of unbridled recreational pot use? Of course I do. But when you get past all the “Rocky Mountain High” jokes and look past all the cable-news caricatures, the legalized marijuana entrepreneurs here in my adopted home state are just like any other entrepreneurs: securing capital, paying taxes, complying with a thicket of regulations, taking risks and providing goods and services that ordinary people want and need. Including our grateful family.
So – Michelle (Defeatocrat’s cheer) Malkin went to a dispensary. Imagine that.
I’ve always described Republicans as “A Democrat who hasn’t gotten their cancer diagnosis yet”, but this should be instructive – Freeperati-wise.
Every discussion about decriminalization I’ve ever seen in Freeperville has been about 9-1 in favour of killing the stoned hippies (the 1 being a Paulian or other flavour of Libertarian). Now, it’s one of their very own right-wing masturbatory fantasy women pimping the Devil Weed.
There should be a double emphasis that the author is MM herself!!!!!!!!!
The law abiding suffer while all the effort and money goes into beating up the dealers, producers, and users, to what end?
Ask the privatized prison-owners.
Please remember this article is about a single product that has nothing to do with narcotics trafficking.
It never had anything to do with narcotics trafficking. Opioids are narcotics. I can call a cat a dog if I want, but it still won’t bark.
A product by the way that is still a federal crime to possess.
Please notice also that the federal push back on state sovereignty seems to be focused on an illegal substance rather than the pursuit of God given rights.
Maybe that’s because (unlike freedom from religion) there is no reference to hemp in the Bill Of Rights?
On the one hand CO has legalized a federally prohibited product, and on the other cannot muster the proper vote on legislation that puts the fringe on “shall not be infringed”.
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Once again showing that conservatives are incapable of understanding or emphasizing with anything that they, or someone very close to them, has personally experienced.
For the good of humanity, then, ALL manner of ills, catastrophes, misfortunes, etc., should be rendered on conservatives. It’s for their own good.
..has /NOT/ personally experienced.
Excellent column, Tommy — not only the careful culling of classic Crayzee, but the graphics too. “Freudian Field Day” just is too perfect! Wherever you get these from, you sure pick ’em well!
The foot fetish video was an appropriate, if somewhat disturbing accompaniment to the thread.
Thanks yet again for wading into the swamp Tommy.
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