"As for THC having "zero addictive potential", it seems many folks with actual medical or psychology degrees disagree with you, but what do they know? "
I have met more individuals with advanced degrees who couldn't find their asses with both hands, a map, a compass, and eight digit grid coordinates than I would care to think about. And to be perfectly honest, I find that more than a little disturbing. A lot of those are the same folks that are in bed with big pharma, and who practice allopathic medicine. Treat the symptoms and not the disease, right? As long as it keeps the customer or the insurance company paying. Because that's what we are to people like that. A revenue stream. But come on, it's not as if Ranger candy won't burn up your liver or anything, right?
When I ETSed, I went to art school and have been in rock bands and involved in the art community for the past 23 years. As far as controlled substances are concerned, I have seen it all. Legal or not, people are going to do what they are going to do. And it's been my experience that cigarettes and alcohol are far more dangerous than marijuana. If you're seeking the true gateway drugs, those are the droids you're looking for. Alcohol and cigarettes were and are illegal to purchase by minors, but that never ever stopped us from getting our hands on them when we were kids.
Ask any police officer who he would rather deal with: The stoner or the drunk.
If we're talking about eradicating production south of the border and in the middle east, I say excellent, because those endeavors are funding terrorist and criminal organizations, and we're talking about a product of dubious (or doobious
) quality. The end user doesn't know what they are getting. Legalize it. Tax and regulate it. And let American growers and labs produce it. If you walk into a dispensary in CO, if they are a legitimate operation, all of their product will be lab tested. The THC/CBD levels are listed right on the label.
Yes, I have an agenda. Last year, my MIL died of ovarian cancer. From diagnosis to death, six months. One minute she was how she always was, the next, boom. Gone. This woman was my biggest fan. She thought she conjured me out of thin air for my wife (in my family we call that Jewdoo), and she believed in me and the work. As the disease progressed,
the only things that alleviated her suffering and gave her an appetite and quality of life were CBD and marijuana. All of the other drugs and the morphine? None of it helped, and it made her a zombie. If you've never had to watch someone you love go through this, let me tell you, it is absolutely crushing. But smoking a J was like flipping on a switch, and there was the Betty we all knew and loved. That, more than anything else I've ever experienced in my entire life, is all the proof I need.