Marijuana’s home away from home
The law says it is illegal. Drinking beer is fine, get your buzz on boys. Just don’t let me catch you with none of that there weed, ya hear. To be a pot smoker requires a strong stomach for hypocrisy. The alcohol drinking police enforce a law that doesn’t make sense. Pot is not dangerous, evil or wrong. It comes from nature, grows in the sunshine and gives you the giggles if you are in the right company.
As we struggle to free our younger selves from older generations ideas and standards, we can find hope in the gathering international pot movement. Down in little Uruguay, in a place called Cabo Polonio you can find a paradise of sorts. With little or no electricity, bright sunny days and lots of pot, this is the place that weed comes to when it takes a vacation.
The summer runs from December to March, which for any Pragonians (Prague people) out there, is the deepest, darkest part of our winter. Uruguay has completely legalized pot recently. Since 1976 pot was legal to consume, but illegal to grow, which basically made it illegal. That nonsense has been replaced by progressive legislation. Uruguay’s president, Jose Mujica will go down in history as the first leader of a country to give back pot to the people.
The war on drugs, with its militant police and swollen budgets tried to stop Uruguay. Trade embargoes and other sanctions were threatened. Today, America itself is moving head long towards legalization of marijuana after being the chief, self appointed, world drugs police people.
Not that our pot brothers and sisters down in cabo Polonio actually cared what the official rule was, they were growing and smoking in their little slice of heaven anyway. They weren’t murdering each other, they were sharing their weed and lives instead.