Ben Stein Dreemz

Marijuana Legalization Is Criminal


very day, i confront new mysteries of public policy. The one that’s been driving me insane lately has been about the legalization of marijuana

as a recreational drug here in my beloved California and elsewhere. The theory here is that marijuana is a nonaddictive drug that makes users happy without any bad side eff ects. The move closely follows making marijuana allowed as

a medicinal drug to help fi ght the pain of cancer and other horrible diseases without having any bad eff ects. The campaign here has been particularly powerful, with claims by doctors that marijuana that has been cultivated has all of the “good” eff ects of the drug; i.e., it makes you feel no pain without being addictive or making the user feel crazy. The reason this is making me personally feel crazy is that I am surrounded by marijuana users. They all report feeling smashed, high, polluted, whatever slang term one wants to use just as they always have. Marijuana is a hallucinogenic

The closely annexed mystery is why we as a nation are

racing at breakneck speed toward being a nation of dope addicts while at the same time we are engaged in a great civil war about the overuse of opioid pain medications. Why are we hating codeine and Percodan so much

Marijuana is a hallucinogenic

when we are encouraging — yes, encouraging — young Americans to use a potent psychedelic drug we call marijuana? Why is it cool for late-night TV show hosts to laugh about getting high off marijuana when the feds raid the offi ces of doctors who prescribe painkillers for people suff ering from joint disease and cancer? I know the answer: Rarely do

drug. It makes users hallucinate. It’s

not aspirin. It’s not

Tylenol. It’s not a sip of Chardonnay or a shot glass of Johnny Walker Black.

drug. It makes users hallucinate. It’s not aspirin. It’s not Tylenol. It’s not a sip of Chardonnay or a shot glass of Johnny Walker Black. No, it makes you feel lazy, drained of ambition, disorganized, unable to create and to focus one’s attention. It’s a guaranteed way to take a kid with drive and aspirations and make him into a vegetable. It’s a close-to-guaranteed way to generate meaningless sex. It’s a way to make women pregnant who don’t really want to be. I see this all of the time. My life is largely about being

a volunteer in recovery programs for alcohol and drugs. When a young woman or man starts to use dope regularly, whatever was in that person of discipline, drive, and ethical values simply vanishes. It’s like Invasion of The Body Snatchers. The body is still there, but the brain and spirit are gone. The next stage is heavy drinking, then cocaine, heroin, and then the person we knew is gone. Don’t get me wrong. I have known dope users who can

still function. But rarely at a particularly high (so to speak) level of competence.

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people die from taking a huge hit from a joint while people defi nitely do die from shooting too much Demerol into their veins. But marijuana is, as I observe it, a

clear gateway drug into the horrible world of narcotics overuse. In that sense, it defi nitely is lethal. More directly, marijuana is

involved in an ever-growing number of fatal motor accidents. Motorists too paralyzed by dope to move out of

the way of an oncoming truck are now commonplace. Dope addicts so depressed from use of the drug to go on

living and who take their own lives are also no longer rare. Or so I hear in my recovery programs. There are other maddening contradictions about what

makes sense and what is nonsense in today’s world. For example, why do modern American women demonstrate in favor of Islamic values — values that include enslavement of women and girls and compulsory genital mutilation — while blasting Trump for the mere allegation that he had a consensual sex relationship with a porn star? How can that possibly make sense? And why are we not arming ourselves against a resurgent, highly militarized and threatening Russia? Why are we not building missile defense systems? All of this is too much for my old mind to fathom. What I do know is that when my goddess wife (with

whom I have been together since 1966 and who has been unwell for more than a year now) smiles, she lights up the whole room, and the world makes sense.

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