Healing Chronicles

Back when I was in high school, a friend told me that marijuana is illegal because if it were not, everyone would sit around smoking it and everything would fall apart.

Let’s face it. The truth is that marijuana is available to pretty much anyone who wants some and everyone is not sitting around smoking it. So much for that premise of the so called war on drugs.

Making a new law is never really a healing approach anyway. Laws involve the use of force to repress the ills of society without really healing things.

Beyond that, the more I consider the war on drugs, the more I have realized that what it really is mostly is disrespectful. I mean what those who advocate for the war on drugs are really saying is that the people of the United States, professionals, parents, children, educators, you name it, are too pathetic to take care of themselves. Yup. Supposedly, if we let those big bad Mexicans, Colombians and whomever else bring drugs into this country, the poor, pathetic, weak minded Americans are gonna use those drugs, and so someone has to stop those drugs from being available in the first place.

It’s all so lame, it costs a bundle, it fills jails and it is so unnecessary and misguided.

How about just educating people. How about just actually taking time to raise children with enough sense to make healthy choices. How about instead of acting like a bunch of heroes for making small dents in the steady stream of drugs, if people must do anything, they spend their time encouraging people to step up and take care of themselves.

In a nation of people with common sense, with some decent education, in a nation with a healthy culture, the fields could be full of coca, poppies and marijuana, the streets could be paved with drugs, and there would not be any problems.