Can I just note here (nothing personal, Weer’d) how tired I am of my birthday being associated with a national dope smoking holiday?
Can I also note that I’m tired of the whole medical marijuana thing? It makes me feel somewhat hypocritical, because I think adult human beings have the right to put whatever they want into their bodies (as long as they don’t harm other people; and if you drive while high and hurt/kill someone, it’s the hurting/killing that should be punished, not the drug use), but “medical marijuana” has become a massive joke.
If we’re going to de-facto legalize pot, then by the holy claws of Klortho the Magnificent, let’s just man up and have the courage to do it, and then do double-blind controlled studies to test the medical effectiveness of pot, rather than writing “prescriptions” for every real and imagined ailment under the sun.
Edited to add: Also, you kids get off my damn lawn.
I totally want to send you a sandwich bag filled with oregano for your birthday!
BTW Medical Marijuana IS a big joke. its also a big lie. Marijuana is a plant, not medicine, and it can never BE medicine.
All the people who support Medical marijuana either know nothing about medicine or just want to get high. I’m fine with people getting high, I don’t like dishonest people pushing bullshit junk-science to push a false agenda.
OK this has turned into a major rant. I’ll like back here when I’m done.
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Wee’rd:
I’ve got a real craving to make some spaghetti sauce.
You’re welcome to come over here and rant at whatever length any time you’d like. And that’s a great post over at your blog; everyone, follow the pingback to Weer’d place, okay?
Gonna make some meatloaf fer mah Bride m’self! 🙂
You could just celebrate Hitler’s birthday instead…