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:
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”.
Deeply conflicting, no? The Damn Gummint shouldn’t be telling us what to do with our slaves weed, and still – on the other hand, hippies,
Oh my daughter, oh my ducats!
Truly tragic to see MM (who I admired greatly before this) support the Marxists effort to put the final nail in America’s coffin, by getting the population stoned on pot.
The staffers are courteous and professional.”
…the guy pictured may be couteous but he looks exactly like what I’d expect to see in a dope shop. And “professional” ain’t it.
To: Above My Pay GradeTruly tragic to see MM support the Marxists effort to put the final nail in America’s coffin, by getting the population stoned on pot.
Oh, please. Pot wasn’t even illegal until the 1920’s, so it has been legal longer than it has been illegal.
The article has nothing to do with MM supporting ‘getting stoned’ either, which you would notice if you’d read the article instead of knee-jerking into melodramatic swill mode.
>>>Oh, please. Pot wasn’t even illegal until the 1920’s, so it has been legal longer than it has been illegal.<<<
That was before America was a welfare state. If 47% percent are paying no taxes and 47 million are on food stamps now, wait 20 years. When half of the next generation of American children is raised by semi-conscious potheads and are abusing pot by the time they are 9 years old, 70% will be paying no taxes and there will be 100 million on food stamps (and weed stamps).
The only possible bright side is that the small minority of us who remain straight, sober and armed might be able to easily take back America from these hoards (sic) of brain dead sissies.