Strung out in heaven

Three things that I hope to see happen before I'm gone.

1. Unencumbered travel to Cuba.
2. Universal health care
3. Legalizing medical marijuana

I don't drink, I've never smoked a cigarette in my life, I don't take anything stronger than Sudafed. I've even had times when I have been prescribed Vicodin and I still don't use it because it makes me feel stupid(er). And, no, you can't have it, so don't ask. But there may come a day when I will want something that will ease my pain without side-effects before I take that stroll down oblivion way. That's why this is stupid.

Robin Prosser, a Missoula woman who struggled for a quarter century to live with the pain of an immunosuppressive disorder, tried years ago to kill herself. Last week, she tried again. This time, she succeeded.

After her earlier attempt failed, Prosser wound up in even more trouble after investigating police found marijuana in her home. She used the marijuana to help cope with pain.

That marijuana charge was eventually dropped in an agreement with the city of Missoula, and Prosser had reason to rejoice in 2004 when Montanans passed a law allowing medical use of the drug.

She was a high-profile campaigner for the Montana Medical Marijuana Act, and like others, she was dismayed when the U.S. Supreme Court ruled that drug agents could still arrest sick people using marijuana, even in states that legalized its use.

John Cole (who was on a roll today) puts it best:

I am tired of being patient with you nannies and your stupid self-serving rules and your slippery slopes and your bullshit and your need to be tough on crime and your earnest concerns about society. Mind your own business, get your own house in order, stop fucking interns and little boys and cheating on your wives and on your taxes and being found dead wearing two wetsuits with a dildo shoved up your ass. Just mind your own damned business, and let people do what they must to deal with their own screwed up lives, and let people handle their pain the best way they can.

I am sick of the bullshit. Life is hard for most people out there, and damned near impossible for people in chronic pain. Quit making it worse, you allegedly compassionate sons-of-bitches.

By the way, I know about six different people that I could easily get marijuana from if I wanted it. No, you can't have their names and numbers, so don't ask.