Well, today is the first official workday of the new year and the first day that marijuana can be purchased legally in Colorado, dude. Many conservatives think that it's a terrible thing to legalize pot, but did you know that there was a time in our history when drugs like heroin, opium and pot were legal and alcohol wasn't? Yes, that was Prohibition.
But now that Colorado has legalized marijuana, I predict that serious health problems will ensue, and these problems will be shared between those who smoke it together.
If you've ever seen the way airheads share their joint or do a bong with their friends, or those they may have just met at the party, or an Occupy Wall Street tent, you can imagine the germs that get passed along on the ends of those pipe stems and fatties. The pot heads don't seem to care about who they take their hit from, or if the joint gets Bogarted, just as long as the Angola does the job when they blast a roach, burn one, or fly Mexican airlines, as they say.
It will only be a matter of time when germs are transmitted interpersonally and when dudes try to get a gage up, they will be too sick to boogie.
But worst of all, I predict that not only will illness increase with the legalization of Aunt Mary, but the product itself will become too potent to handle it. Of course, the possibility exists that the quality of the greta or gungun, will be degraded to the point where you couldn't even distinguish it from dirt grass or ditch weed.
Pity the fool.
My latest novel, Jihad Joe, is about Islamic terrorism and suspense. In it I challenge the precepts of the religion through my protagonist, Zed Nill, a journalist, captured by terrorists and who is destined to be killed if the American President refuses to release three Gitmo prisoners. Of course, American policy demands we never give in to terrorists, and for Zed, the clock is ticking.
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But now that Colorado has legalized marijuana, I predict that serious health problems will ensue, and these problems will be shared between those who smoke it together.
If you've ever seen the way airheads share their joint or do a bong with their friends, or those they may have just met at the party, or an Occupy Wall Street tent, you can imagine the germs that get passed along on the ends of those pipe stems and fatties. The pot heads don't seem to care about who they take their hit from, or if the joint gets Bogarted, just as long as the Angola does the job when they blast a roach, burn one, or fly Mexican airlines, as they say.
It will only be a matter of time when germs are transmitted interpersonally and when dudes try to get a gage up, they will be too sick to boogie.
But worst of all, I predict that not only will illness increase with the legalization of Aunt Mary, but the product itself will become too potent to handle it. Of course, the possibility exists that the quality of the greta or gungun, will be degraded to the point where you couldn't even distinguish it from dirt grass or ditch weed.
Pity the fool.
My latest novel, Jihad Joe, is about Islamic terrorism and suspense. In it I challenge the precepts of the religion through my protagonist, Zed Nill, a journalist, captured by terrorists and who is destined to be killed if the American President refuses to release three Gitmo prisoners. Of course, American policy demands we never give in to terrorists, and for Zed, the clock is ticking.
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