“Career politicians are less-than ordinary men with extraordinary
weaknesses which they surrender to readily, and overwhelming drives
which they cannot control.” Darryl Mockridge
CONGRESS and DRUGS
I’ll tell you what I know about cocaine.
By all accounts it is addictive. NOBODY would deny that; nobody would even consider denying it;
cocaine is highly addictive and that’s that. Despite what anyone may say about cocaine being a
“recreational drug”, it is anything but. Cocaine is a desperation drug. It’s used by people who want
to get as far away from reality as they possibly can. From my own experience I can tell you that
under the influence of cocaine you feel that you can do anything; moral or immoral, legal or illegal,
rational or irrational, sane or insane, and get away with it. Given the opportunity—and by that I
mean unless something steps in to prevent it—you’ll try.
Congress acts as though they are all—each and every one of them—on cocaine.
I tried cocaine one time, and I didn’t like it. When I found myself attempting to break into a display
case in a local antique store, in broad daylight, in order to steal a Persian rug, while surrounded
with other customers, I knew something was wrong. Only later, when I remembered that I’d actually
walked twelve blocks back to my truck to get a crowbar—after my fingernails had failed to gain
entry—did I realize precisely how wrong. With cocaine in my system I found myself doing something I
never would have even thought about otherwise.
The only thing I could see of myself in these stupid actions was the appreciation for the beauty of
the rug and the fact that I wanted to steal it so that I could give it as a gift to a friend. So, I dropped
cocaine cold; never did it again. I have absolutely no desire.
Congress—if they were on cocaine—would act no different than they act today.
And, they would never kick it.
I’ll tell you what I know about marijuana.
By all accounts it is not addictive. NOBODY who has ever tried marijuana would make such an
accusation; but, its accusers call it a gateway drug. Of course, if you have a highly addictive nature,
whatever you get your hands on may operate as a gateway drug. Marijuana is not a desperation
drug either, that’s why people of an addictive nature quickly move on to harder stuff. If any drug is a
“recreational drug”, marijuana is it. Marijuana is used by people who want to get as close to reality
as they possibly can; they want to see it up close, poke it, understand what makes it tick, and if they
can, find the humor in it. From my own experience I can tell you that, under the influence of
marijuana, you feel that things are as they should be, or maybe somehow could be, and that Life is,
for the most part, an amiable experience. Given the chance—and by that I mean unless something
from outside interferes—you’ll find yourself absorbed, contemplative, somewhat giddy, with a
voracious, nearly insatiable, appetite for music, art, literature and somethin’ to eat. Whatever you
do, you’ll be thoroughly entertained.
Marijuana allows you to observe and dwell upon the most beautiful and least demanding aspects of
life; the wide variation of color on the leaves of a single tree, the touch of another person’s hand
upon your arm, the meaning behind their eyes as they look into yours, the taste of each word as it
speaks to you from the printed page. My frustration has always been that lesser demands—working
in a meaningless job for a man who thoroughly despises you, for only one example—rarely leaves
us the time for living at the level Life could be lived. Marijuana points the way out.
From their actions I would guess that no one in Congress has ever smoked dope.
It would probably do them some good.
I smoked dope from time to time while in college (almost 50 years ago), and truly enjoyed it. When I
found myself one day simply looking at the sky, awestruck by its beauty—a feeling which our
greatest poets are honored for attempting to re-kindle in our ever-dying souls—I knew weed was all
right. If I didn’t have marijuana in my system on that day, I never would have sat upon that bench
and I never would have looked up. I wouldn’t have taken the time; I wouldn’t have noticed the sky.
Before I left college I stopped smoking marijuana. I haven’t done it since.
But, I’d like to. Someday, maybe.
It would be like visiting an old friend.
This is what I think:
If all those self-serving, pompous, career-buffoons in Congress were locked inside a big room and
the place was pumped full of marijuana smoke, they’d all emerge better human beings...
and far better representatives.