blaksun
12th May 2007, 11:48 AM
i wrote this as a blog post, so excuse its ambiguous tone.. the background is, i attended the toronto marijuana march, and was disgusted.
here's a little sumpin' sumpin':
the general political ideal of marijuana marches is the legalization of weed. sure, it's a general political ideal, and nothing whatsoever is done to achieve this, but that's the justification behind these marches' organizations.
imho, legalizing the weed is nothing but a bad idea. it'd completely ruin it. the first reason against is an atypical anarchist-esque, the-gov't-is-bad insistance that if it was legalizied, the gov't would subsidize, grow, sell fucking packages of joints in the corner store filled with crack and meth and shit. shit to get you addicted. and it'd put all those drug dealers outta business.
lately, when i've been smokin' up, i've started appreciating ganja and toking sessions as something different, MANG. it's a tribal thing, almost, completely.
there's one person, usually senior to the whole business, who knows how to roll. there are the lesser-ly experienced neophytes slavering at the chops for some duqks. there's the story telling, and the chilling, and the hunting for food after.
there are so many elements stereotypically seen in tribal rituals that, if you look hard enough, from the right angle, you'll notice occur when joints are smoked: there's the reverence of the drug itself, there's the basic tenements of seniority - everyone respects whoever's rolling and leaves him to his business, and people who are more experienced play trix and such on them, and also show them nifty tricks like shots and self-shots and etc. and there are deuces.
there's the whole sex thing that happens, to. when a couple smokes up alone, it's generally always a prelude to out-making and the like. and, when you're stoned, it's an excellent opportunity to make your move. boys + girls who have things for each other USUALLY give way to it when high.
hunting occurs, but not very much. it's a process that has been so dumbed-down and drained by our society, but a process that is completely integral to our survival and such, that there's no real way we could just abandon it.
u noe.
more reasoning against the legalization of marijuana: smokin' up is one of the oldest acts of rebellion against the government in modern times. it's been around since forfuckingever. hippies used to rebel by getting high; punks did it, then grunge kids did it, now every kid does it. it's gotten to the point where it's so commonplace it's hardly a rebellion anymore, but it still IS. it's still a big FUCK YOU to the system, to the man, to law, to order--the fact that it's so goddamn commonplace just adds emphasis to it. legalizing it would take away the youth's most basic and most principle method of sticking it to the man.
lately, when i smoke, i've started appreciating this, and, being the punk i am, i've started revelling in it. i love it. it's such an easy thing to do, really; so standard, so commonplace amongst the peoples' children that no one can really recognize it as the act of rejection and anarchistic dissent that it is. people have started forgetting, and that they forget just adds to the insult. the government's decrees have been so ignored that people barely even recognize them as existing. if it became legalized, it'd knock the legs of rebellion out from under the rebellious. it'd fucking SUCK.
it's a beautiful thing, really. i'm content to know about it, quietly, alone, because the knowledge being small helps it be big.
something i'd just like to add is that, honestly, the only intelligent people i've seen fighting hard, intelligently, elloquently FOR weed being legal are old disgusting cancer-surviving bald ladies. they don't have fun, and that's what pot should be - fun. it SHOULD make you giddy and fucked-up and whacked-out; it should turn your eyes red and stink up your breath and hands. it should be something you have to worry about getting jumped buying; something you have to climb hills and go under bridges and stop sketchy looking kids in school hallways to get. because it's a fucking drug. it's a narcotic. it makes you dumb and stupid and unable to think. because it's against the law.
those faggot old bitches fighting for legalizing weed suck. they take everything fun away from it. drugs are for the young. drugs are meant to be smoked in parks, with friends; they're meant to be events. they're meant to be rolled up in sloppy jays and huge blunts, not those professional-looking cigarettes, good god.
here's a little sumpin' sumpin':
the general political ideal of marijuana marches is the legalization of weed. sure, it's a general political ideal, and nothing whatsoever is done to achieve this, but that's the justification behind these marches' organizations.
imho, legalizing the weed is nothing but a bad idea. it'd completely ruin it. the first reason against is an atypical anarchist-esque, the-gov't-is-bad insistance that if it was legalizied, the gov't would subsidize, grow, sell fucking packages of joints in the corner store filled with crack and meth and shit. shit to get you addicted. and it'd put all those drug dealers outta business.
lately, when i've been smokin' up, i've started appreciating ganja and toking sessions as something different, MANG. it's a tribal thing, almost, completely.
there's one person, usually senior to the whole business, who knows how to roll. there are the lesser-ly experienced neophytes slavering at the chops for some duqks. there's the story telling, and the chilling, and the hunting for food after.
there are so many elements stereotypically seen in tribal rituals that, if you look hard enough, from the right angle, you'll notice occur when joints are smoked: there's the reverence of the drug itself, there's the basic tenements of seniority - everyone respects whoever's rolling and leaves him to his business, and people who are more experienced play trix and such on them, and also show them nifty tricks like shots and self-shots and etc. and there are deuces.
there's the whole sex thing that happens, to. when a couple smokes up alone, it's generally always a prelude to out-making and the like. and, when you're stoned, it's an excellent opportunity to make your move. boys + girls who have things for each other USUALLY give way to it when high.
hunting occurs, but not very much. it's a process that has been so dumbed-down and drained by our society, but a process that is completely integral to our survival and such, that there's no real way we could just abandon it.
u noe.
more reasoning against the legalization of marijuana: smokin' up is one of the oldest acts of rebellion against the government in modern times. it's been around since forfuckingever. hippies used to rebel by getting high; punks did it, then grunge kids did it, now every kid does it. it's gotten to the point where it's so commonplace it's hardly a rebellion anymore, but it still IS. it's still a big FUCK YOU to the system, to the man, to law, to order--the fact that it's so goddamn commonplace just adds emphasis to it. legalizing it would take away the youth's most basic and most principle method of sticking it to the man.
lately, when i smoke, i've started appreciating this, and, being the punk i am, i've started revelling in it. i love it. it's such an easy thing to do, really; so standard, so commonplace amongst the peoples' children that no one can really recognize it as the act of rejection and anarchistic dissent that it is. people have started forgetting, and that they forget just adds to the insult. the government's decrees have been so ignored that people barely even recognize them as existing. if it became legalized, it'd knock the legs of rebellion out from under the rebellious. it'd fucking SUCK.
it's a beautiful thing, really. i'm content to know about it, quietly, alone, because the knowledge being small helps it be big.
something i'd just like to add is that, honestly, the only intelligent people i've seen fighting hard, intelligently, elloquently FOR weed being legal are old disgusting cancer-surviving bald ladies. they don't have fun, and that's what pot should be - fun. it SHOULD make you giddy and fucked-up and whacked-out; it should turn your eyes red and stink up your breath and hands. it should be something you have to worry about getting jumped buying; something you have to climb hills and go under bridges and stop sketchy looking kids in school hallways to get. because it's a fucking drug. it's a narcotic. it makes you dumb and stupid and unable to think. because it's against the law.
those faggot old bitches fighting for legalizing weed suck. they take everything fun away from it. drugs are for the young. drugs are meant to be smoked in parks, with friends; they're meant to be events. they're meant to be rolled up in sloppy jays and huge blunts, not those professional-looking cigarettes, good god.