Going to Pot

Walking to Starbucks in Laguna Niguel, this empty canister caught my eye. It looked important. As I got closer and picked it up, I saw the label said "Medical Cannabis."

Hmmm....not exactly an empty aspirin bottle. I quickly chucked it into a trash can. Apparently the pot user is also a litterer, a minor crime that suggests a piggish and self-indulgent soul.

With California, a state that seemingly has so much wealth is completely broke, baffles me. It makes me wonder if opening the floodgates on the distribution of marijuana is a good idea for a state that already is not living in reality.

Medicine is something that should heal, not reinforce poor patterns of coping. As Pot is prescribed for psychosomatic issues (i.e. addictions), it will surely be the case that the cure shall be worse than the illness. The medical justification for marijuana is highly suspect in almost all instances. It just seems to be the back door to legalization under the auspices of prescription legitimacy.

The Gospel is strong medicine. Rather than creating an altered state, it instead grounds us in reality. Rather than getting us high, it first instead humbles us downward. Then, God exalts the broken-hearted and contrite.

Comments

Mike said…
You are absolutely right on. My perception of most Californians is that they live in a state of denial. They want it all and want someone else to pay for it.

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