On Drug Use
Mrs. C
This past autumn Mr. C and I took a trip to Amsterdam. I have never had an opinion about drug use, but there I was confronted with it.
I am a people-watcher. My favorite thing to do when I travel is to sit down on a bench and ‘watch the world go by.’ As I was sitting in the center of Amsterdam, I first noticed a group of senior citizens out on a day trip. Many of them were in wheelchairs - but they all seemed spunky and full of life. Their eyes sparkled – you could tell how excited they were to be out and about.
Then I looked at all the kids in their teens and twenties who were hanging around the square. They were in the prime of life with all the advantage but their EYES LOOKED DEAD. They didn’t even seem to care about life passing them by. The marijuana seemed to take everything that was human out of them.
You might not want to listen to what an old fuddy-duddy like me has to say...and what you choose to do with your life is your own decision...but I think if you are dependent on drugs – no matter how ‘soft’ – to get through your life, maybe you are not where you should be and its time to make a change.
(This article caused a certain amount of controversy at the cyber office of Kittens in Underpants, with one of our staff members wishing to challenge Mrs C’s thoughts on drug use. Below is a staff member’s response.)
Dear Mrs C,
Me is tinkin’ dat maybe these brudders were smokin’ some bad shit. Me went to Amsterdam one time and me thought da canals were uptoon top-rankin’, but me didn’t dig on da weed.
Does you know what strain they be smokin’? What I be askin’ is; how can you be sure it was not hybrid ? How does you know it not be a bastard strain of Indica and Sativa mother plants?
When me be in Amsterdam, me saw some hoom-groon and me was SHOCKED! Some of da plants had webbed leaves and some had normal compound-pinnate leaves! Is you shocked? (Me was totally shocked, mon.) Me say; ‘Wat be DIS, mon?’ and Dutch Brudder say; ‘Dis be me hoom-groon’, and me say; ‘But dis be not fly!’ and he say; ‘But it be good’ and me say; ‘You be wrong. You is not respectin’ da hemp, mon’.
Thomas Jefferson once said; “The greatest service which can be rendered to any country is to add a useful plant to its culture.”
Wid respect to Da Jeff, me tinks he be talkin’ crap if he be rappin’ on da ganja, because (although he be right about it bein’ a useful plant in da cultcha), ganja is indigenous to da TROPICS, and if you try to grow it in a northern climate, the result will be not be top rankin’ (and its effect on da Dutch Brudders will not be cool.)
RESPECT da HEMP, mon. (Jah.)
Onto odda tings.
You say in your article dat Da Wrinklies was ‘full of life’ and dat there eyes was ‘sparkling’. What they be smokin’? By the sounds of it, they had got hold of some of me hoom-groon or (at da very least) some top rankin’ ganja from me island. What me wants to know is; how did they get it in to da Dutch Land? When me went to Amsterdam, me was stopped at Customs and they say to me; ‘Have you got anything to declare?’ and I said; ‘No. Me just got me threads, me Dub and Dancehall C.Ds, and me hoom-groon’. They say; ‘Respect!’ – but then they took it away from me and explained that I couldn’t take me hoom-groon into Dutch Land and would have to smoke theirs. How did Da Wrinklies get it in? Does they have some sort of special arrangement wid Dutch Customs? Or maybe Da Wrinklies WAS Dutch, and a Wrinklie from me island (probably me Great Oncle Michael) sent it over.
I tinks I have made me point.
ISLAND GANJA is uptoon top rankin’ and puts da life back into Wrinklies, and DUTCHBOY HEMP is most definitely not fly.
Respect. Jah.
Dr Bob of da Kinston Masses.
