On the Sanctimony

You know what? I hope weed is legalized. Really. I've never used it, likely never will, but damnit, I want this drug legalized.

Because in my experience at parties, where I have turned down drug after drug (save for alcohol), no spurned would-be buddy responds with such haughty sanctimony as the weed user. I've been accused of buying into anti-pot propaganda, of being narrow-brained, of being scared, of being lame.

So I hope marijuana is made smokeable for all without punishment. Then, and only then, would the self-righteous tokers suddenly have the rug pulled out from under them. I hope they make fucking weed ads starring hot chicks with Juggalo face paint listening to Kottonmouth Kings. I hope an NFL quarterback explains an errant pass with, "I got hold of a potent strain before the game, you know?" I hope this sacrosanct plant becomes downright respectable.