Your Marijuana Is in the Mail...

Well, not quite yet it isn’t, and there’s quite collection of do-gooders and law ‘n order types coming together to lobby for a delay in legalization.

One of their main concerns is how to cope with the deluge of pot-addled drivers who are just itching to hit the highways clutching their bongs and vaporizers. All hell’s gonna break loose, don’t ya know!

Doesn’t really add up when you think about it. Yes, there are people, at least a few, although I must say I’m not personally acquainted with any, who do not and never have and will never smoke pot for the simple reason that doing so breaks the law. But think about those folks for a minute. Are they gonna fire up a legal fattie and jump in the car for a road trip?

No!

Why not? Because that’ll still be illegal! Does it make any sense that folks who didn’t toke because it’s illegal would suddenly have no qualms about breaking impaired driving laws?

But you never know… after all, if you’ve seen Reefer Madness you know that the addicts are pretty quick to toss their moral compass out the nearest window after they’ve had a toke.

Which doesn’t mean you can’t get your marijuana in the mail. A pal of mine sent me a few doobs in a Christmas card a couple years back. It was a particularly pungent crop that year. Keeping a sealed baggie in a desk drawer would stink up the whole house after a few days. Buddy figured the postman would drop the envelope off in my mailbox and everything would be cool.

Little did he realize that I pick up my mail at the Post Office in the village up the road, and I don’t pick it up every day, especially in winter, when I have to hitch up the hounds and mush hours over the frozen tundra.

So it’s nearing the end of January by the time I finally retrieve that Christmas card. Jenny the Postmistress has got it shrink-wrapped in multiple layers of plastic. Couldn’t smell a darn thing!

Ya gotta love country living!