I love to cook. Love to experiment with sauces, herbs and spices - greens like sage, basil, oregano and thyme. Colors like mustard, paprika, saffron and coriander. Natural ways to make a ho-hum chicken taste legendary.
Alice B. Toklas loved to cook as well.
Toklas published her own literary memoir, a 1954 book that mixed reminiscences and recipes under the title The Alice B. Toklas Cookbook. The most famous recipe therein (actually contributed by her friend Brion Gysin) was called "Haschich Fudge," a mixture of fruit, nuts, spices, and "canibus [sic] sativa," or marijuana. Her name was later lent to the range of cannabis concoctions called Alice B. Toklas brownies. - Wikipedia
How is it that pharmaceutical companies can pump us slowly full of toxins, poisons and pills - with side effects to cause everything from blindness to a habit of walking funny - yet it somehow became illegal to pluck a weed from the ground and take advantage of its homeopathic healing?
Tobacco is a natural plant, and it's legal to smoke it. Sage and thyme are plants, I'm allowed to cook with it. Aloe is amazing in healing burns, and nobody goes to jail treating their sunburn.
I am so.. soo.. tired of the government refusing to allow us to live off the land in a safe and affordable manner.
- Natural foods cost a fortune compared to the processed crap that food stamps allow us to buy.
- Prostitution allows men and women to become an entrepeneur, using a natural commodity. They can rent out their fingers for hire to work with computers. Their legs are for hire to stand on a sales floor all day. Their backs are sold and sacrificed to stock warehouses at night. But use your privates to make a buck and all bets are off.
- Drugs are available with a prescription and are as abused as anything else. Thanks to modern medicine, my mother-in-law has become addicted to a rainbow of narcotics and anti-depressants that she is likely never going to be free of. Most of her problems would be solved with one simple herb.
One of the things about our current society that irritates me the most is those who live off of unemployment benefits, disability, assistance, and other means of government support who then turn around and work for cash, skipping around Uncle Sam like he's the bozo in the middle that doesn't have a clue. Marijuana dealers rank the highest among this cult. They peddle their wares illegally to the general public, and not a stoned cent is claimed as income, while the rest of us pay their share in taxes, all the while judging each other for wanting to indulge in the happy weed and forget about our troubles for a while.
The government wants more money to spend. When I was a kid, I asked my parents for money to buy candy. "How do you intend to earn it?" they asked.
I wish I'd been smart enough to say "Off of the hard work of others." I wish I'd wanted to be Government when I grew up.
In case you're wondering, this is all coming from a woman who's never been high (illegally) a day in her life. With the exception of the contact high from a Halloween party a few years back. But I digress.
So, why do I support legalization of marijuana? Because it is a trade, a commodity, just like anything else, and should be treated as such. Reefer Madness has seen its day come and go. We've made strides in racism, sexism, ageism and just about every other ism there ever was. We've marched for civil rights, and for women's rights, and animal rights. Why can't the potheads have rights too?
The statistics of deaths caused by drunken drivers in this country every single day is staggering. Add to the mix of drivers on the road under the influence of prescription narcotics - the same narcotics that incite violent behavior in many. When's the last time you saw a stoner attack anything more than a bag of Doritos?
I'd never have qualified for the job of Government anyway. Apparently I'm too smart. I know where the cash cow is in this country, and happy cows do indeed live in California. It's not the cheese - it's the grass.
(c) Kymberlie Ingalls, October 7th 2011