Pubdate: Sun, 12 Jan 2014 Source: Delaware County Daily Times (PA) Copyright: 2014 The Daily Times Contact: http://www.delcotimes.com/ Details: http://www.mapinc.org/media/1284 Author: Christine Flowers SMOKING MARIJUANA The quickest way to turn a liberal into a conservative is to take away his doobie. Faster than you can say "that ain't your grandma's brownie," he'll abandon his devotion to Big Government and start sounding like a member of the Confederate Army, spouting off about states' rights. The states he will likely point to are Colorado and Washington, which have decided to let their stressed-out, anxiety-ridden citizens kick back with some organic happy fibers without having to worry about The Man breathing down their necks. That big Drug Enforcement Agency and the Federal Controlled Substances Act? Why, they're just indicia of a fascist police state. Liberals who normally believe that more government is better government tend to become squeamish at the thought of federal intervention when it comes to "limitations on inhalation and exhalation." Oh what a difference a daze makes. If we were talking about abortion, the usual mantra of "my constitutional right to privacy" would be chanted while women of a certain age and level of hysteria would tell the government to stay out of their wombs. The "government" they would be referring to is not Uncle Sam, who kindly provided them with that right to abortion but, rather, the impudent state legislators like our own in Pennsylvania who try and restrict their right to abort a child. There's also the whole controversy about same-sex marriage. The new battleground is at the local level, where Attorneys General like Kathleen Kane and state politicos in places like Sacramento and Des Moines (seriously, Des Moines?) try and extend the Windsor decision that dismantled the federal Defense of Marriage Act to their own little fiefdoms, where marriage is still structured as one man-one woman-at one time. But when it comes to getting high, liberals have abandoned their fascination with Big Brother (or Big Uncle) and think that liberty is now spelled "L-O-C-A-L." The last time I checked, the Controlled Substances Act made it a federal crime to possess, use, sell or otherwise "intend to deliver" that controlled substance. Marijuana is still, under the federal act, a controlled substance. Now that Washington and Colorado (and who knows how many other future happy lands) have staked their claim to living high on the hemp, the feds find themselves in the strange position of having to arrest people who are in compliance with state law but who are still prime targets for the DEA. Only, according to indications from the Justice Department, the same agency that engaged in Fast and Furious, dropped the slam dunk prosecution against the Black Panthers in 2009 and refused to defend the Defense of Marriage Act (thereby giving big ideas to AG Kane,) it's not going to prosecute Washingtonians and Coloradoans who get more action baking than contestants at the Pillsbury Bake Off. So I've spent the last few paragraphs making light of a serious and, frankly, tragic situation. As the old saying goes, I have to laugh to keep from crying. But now comes the time for - if not tears - a cold splash of reality. What is happening in this country is the bitter harvest of what was sown in the hedonistic decades after World War II. We went from being a society where people worked hard and assumed responsibility for their actions to one that placed pleasure, self-fulfillment, privacy and the desire to escape at the top of the priorities list. The Delaware County Daily Times has spent the last week documenting the sad story of David Massi, a young man who overdosed on heroin. It's a saga of addiction that hits painfully close to home, including my own. I've lost a loved one to addiction, and while the pot advocates would strenuously deny that their drug of choice had anything to do with the wreckage of lives, methinks they doth protest too much. Ask most addicts how they were introduced to the sharp, irresistible and usually fatal pull of hard substances and a large number was marijuana. The pot activists can snicker, but the reality isn't funny. Years ago, I dated a man who'd spent the 1980s and part of the 1990s in a drug-fueled haze. He dropped out of college, abandoned his plans of becoming a doctor, wasted his prodigious mind on monotonous and repetitive low-skilled jobs and spent his free time with women who thought getting high together was a sign of affection. I met him long after he'd seen the light, the shrink and the writing on the wall. And while he made sure to steer clear of generalizations, my ex was convinced of one thing: If he hadn't starting smoking pot in his senior year of high school, his life might have included a lot less grief and an Ivy League degree. This obviously doesn't mean that everyone who lights "up" is doomed to fall "down" the rabbit hole. In fact, there are a surprising number of dopers (because that's the only way I can think of them) who will never progress beyond that numbing, dumbing buzz that pushes whatever pleasure buttons they need pushed. They'll go on functioning at some mediocre level. But there are enough others out there like my ex, and young people like David Massi who won't be able to smoke a joint and move on, just as there are too many who can't stop after that first drink. The difference with alcohol, though, is that it has a purpose beyond intoxication while the only reason to smoke a joint (unless you have a serious medical condition) is to enter that zone where the lines blur and clarity surrenders to blissful idiocy. That's why the events out West are so troubling. They signal a trend of normalizing the abnormal, a desire to escape and to dull the senses, a pursuit of selfish preference over a responsibility to the greater community, particularly our children. Perhaps another David Massi could be saved if we kept treating pot as a drug and not a "right." But hey, at least it's looking good for states' righters these days. - --- MAP posted-by: Jay Bergstrom