A recent edition had a column penned by Scott Rasmussen titled "New approach to war on drugs." As I read it, I kept saying to myself, "Yes, yes, yes!"
When I lived in Nevada, I worked in the Carpenter's union and, as you might imagine, it was quite an experience. I had twice the occasion to take a (one) puff on a marijuana cigarette. My comment? "Big Deal?" At a site a couple of hundred miles from Las Vegas, a camp site grew up, and I heard some wild tales the next day, but they all showed up at work. My conclusion, "So what?" I think the hazards of marijuana are greatly overblown. I would much rather have a driver smoking weed than drinking alcohol. No question.
A slight Thai boy of 17 years who liked to call me "Grandfather," much to my dislike, was sentenced to a year at the same prison as adults for possession, and I am sure he was not a dealer. I dread to think what happened in prison.