Apparently there is a book to teach kids about marijuana. It's obviously written by someone who wants to legalize the stuff. I honestly have no opinion on that. (Never touched the stuff, honestly. Seriously. Why do people find that so hard to believe? Yes, I had druggie friends but I have never ingested something illegal. I don't like the lack of control.)
Anyway, the book's website has an excerpt from the book. Look at the furnishings. Of course these people smoke pot. Why else would they decorate their house like that. Only stoners would have those posters. And look at the cactus? Do Mommy and Daddy also practice Peyote ceremonies? And the carpet in the bedroom? Jeez, it looks like Timothy Leary threw up in there. Honestly, I don't think they are making a very good case for marijuana. Apparently it leads to horrible decorating and grooming habits.
Oddly, I want to read the book now . . . I want to know what happens. I need to know if that last page is what I envision. A young child gorging herself on Doritos and saying, "Woah. Have you ever looked at your hand? I mean really looked at your hand."
Oh yeah, marijuana is just a plant. So is tobacco. Technically so is grain alcohol, heroin and crack. They just had a little help along the way.
Update: Okay. Just noticed the stuff on this page. Okay, I can handle taking your child to visit a friend who is illegally growing a controlled substance in his backyard. And I'm happy they visited the counselor. But . . . did they go to the UN? And why is the mom dressed like Sgt. Pepper? And why did she dress her daughter as a samurai.
They just made the case against marijuana for me. Wow. That's just messed up.
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