My plane left Vermont...
...at 6:30 this morning. I landed at Reagan National shortly before 8 and my flight to Atlanta didn’t leave until noon so I had some time to kill. I decided to take the Metro to the White House. They wouldn’t let me in. Can you believe that? You have to go through your Congressperson and it can take anywhere from 2 to 6 months. That’s so silly. I was there today, not 2 to 6 months from now. Oh well.
The White House lawn had a bunch of TV news people tall standing to one side. I saw a bunch of them including the Fox News White House co-respondent who’s name I cannot recall.
I watched them for about 47 seconds and that got boring so I walked around toward the Washington Monument and noticed that they were doing some work on that. I found myself in a field that was partially blocked off by a construction fence. The field was so big that I could sit by the fence and watch a bunch of guys practicing twirling rifles. There was a band sitting down doing nothing and a bunch of other people doing various things, obviously they were practicing for a parade or some such stuff. I wasn’t close enough to see who they were, just what they were doing.
As I watched them, I was snubbing my nose at the Supreme Court’s ruling denying state’s rights to provide medical marijuana. How dare they.
Of all the plants, chemicals and concoctions that are available to people and the Supreme Court of the United States of America decides to trample state’s rights over a stupid weed. I suppose the Creator would be guilty of manufacturing. Whether or not you believe in a Creator, it is just plain rude not to partake of THC's medicinal benefits.
I spoke to an attorney from California and he said that the problem is that the “right to access is being abused”. Isn’t that awful? For too many mellow people out there. It’s an outrage. Oh, he also said that they have "marijuana stores". Is anyone out there from California who can tell us how that works? (We were talking about he Supreme Court's decision and I never asked him.)
Marinol is a pill form of THC (the active ingredient in marijuana) and I have seen it do nothing but good in clinical trials. Not only does it ease the nausea that so many patients have, it gives them an appetite. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, that worked as well. In addition, I’ve heard so many people, like Montel Williams for example, who swear by it for so many different ailments that I find it stunning that the Court would waste it’s time addressing such a non-issue.
Last year when I was at my sickest, I weighed less than a hundred pounds. It was awful. I subsisted on cans of Ensure and I had a hard time keeping that down. Marinol would have helped me, I am sure. But that wasn’t an option. An alcoholic can purchase a fifth of vodka yet a cancer patient can’t have Marinol, or marijuana, or whatever it is that helps ease their suffering.
It truly is miserable, and frightening, to see yourself wasting away to nothing. It's a ghastly way to live, I assure you. What a wretched way to feel. What a simple solution.
Alas, I enjoyed the thought of being a free American today as I sat in the President’s back yard...God Bless America.
Meg
...at 6:30 this morning. I landed at Reagan National shortly before 8 and my flight to Atlanta didn’t leave until noon so I had some time to kill. I decided to take the Metro to the White House. They wouldn’t let me in. Can you believe that? You have to go through your Congressperson and it can take anywhere from 2 to 6 months. That’s so silly. I was there today, not 2 to 6 months from now. Oh well.
The White House lawn had a bunch of TV news people tall standing to one side. I saw a bunch of them including the Fox News White House co-respondent who’s name I cannot recall.
I watched them for about 47 seconds and that got boring so I walked around toward the Washington Monument and noticed that they were doing some work on that. I found myself in a field that was partially blocked off by a construction fence. The field was so big that I could sit by the fence and watch a bunch of guys practicing twirling rifles. There was a band sitting down doing nothing and a bunch of other people doing various things, obviously they were practicing for a parade or some such stuff. I wasn’t close enough to see who they were, just what they were doing.
As I watched them, I was snubbing my nose at the Supreme Court’s ruling denying state’s rights to provide medical marijuana. How dare they.
Of all the plants, chemicals and concoctions that are available to people and the Supreme Court of the United States of America decides to trample state’s rights over a stupid weed. I suppose the Creator would be guilty of manufacturing. Whether or not you believe in a Creator, it is just plain rude not to partake of THC's medicinal benefits.
I spoke to an attorney from California and he said that the problem is that the “right to access is being abused”. Isn’t that awful? For too many mellow people out there. It’s an outrage. Oh, he also said that they have "marijuana stores". Is anyone out there from California who can tell us how that works? (We were talking about he Supreme Court's decision and I never asked him.)
Marinol is a pill form of THC (the active ingredient in marijuana) and I have seen it do nothing but good in clinical trials. Not only does it ease the nausea that so many patients have, it gives them an appetite. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, that worked as well. In addition, I’ve heard so many people, like Montel Williams for example, who swear by it for so many different ailments that I find it stunning that the Court would waste it’s time addressing such a non-issue.
Last year when I was at my sickest, I weighed less than a hundred pounds. It was awful. I subsisted on cans of Ensure and I had a hard time keeping that down. Marinol would have helped me, I am sure. But that wasn’t an option. An alcoholic can purchase a fifth of vodka yet a cancer patient can’t have Marinol, or marijuana, or whatever it is that helps ease their suffering.
It truly is miserable, and frightening, to see yourself wasting away to nothing. It's a ghastly way to live, I assure you. What a wretched way to feel. What a simple solution.
Alas, I enjoyed the thought of being a free American today as I sat in the President’s back yard...God Bless America.
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 5:01 PM
3 Comments:
Medicinal marijuana I have no problem with, but I am against it' recreational use. I've just seen too many people let their lives become centered around getting high, and watched them hurt themselves and others around them to approve of it in that form. I think however for medicinal purposes it should be utilized. However pharmacuetical companies are not going to be on the bandwagon. They make more money with their synthesyzed snake oil than something that can be found naturally. Why do you think herbs are not regulated as medicinal, but are instead classified as "dietary supplements"?
I understand your point. However I have never seen anyone who smoked pot, "hurt themselves and others around them". You are the first person I have EVER heard say anything like that. I think its rare for someones life to be taken over by pot. Any other drug maybe, but not pot.
Ann
Anon
I had several close family members with pot problems. Pot became more important to them than their family. Then there was always when they were coming down off of their high and turned into utterly mean ass-hole, bastards. As a kid at the time, it was hard to understand why they were behaving so mean. Even if I had known what it was, it still would have hurt. I saw one family member lose a job. Why? Because he as high and didn't disengage a snow-blower before sticking his hand in it to knock a chunk of ice out of it, while on the job. He couldn't work, and he blew his chances of drawing workman's comp.
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