Idiots smoke weed because they don’t have to worry about having wild imaginations capable of dangerous hallucinations. They are not creative. Pot can’t freak them out because they are not smart enough to become frightened by their own thoughts.
Interesting that liberal pot heads think that they are so intelligent when they are so dumb.
They flat line along a horizontal plane of giddiness without the highs and lows that brilliant people experience. They don’t become afraid of their own thoughts because they are not bright enough. If a liberal can tolerate pot, he is dumber than the conservative or the southern rednecks whom he despises.
Thus weed is frightening to smart people. Progressives are notorious, idea-driven, unimaginative people who substitute ideology for creative thought and are far less bright than their reputations. They excel academically but they have no ability to dream.
It is dreams that frightened brilliant people like Hamlet, “For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come…Must give us pause.”
Liberals specialize in removing restrictions. They want drugs, prostitution and same sex marriage to be legal. They are short term hedonists who are interested in making pleasure seekers happy by making everything permissible, rather than in pursuing long term societal cures. They do not want a better society. They want happy dolts running around emotionally gratifying themselves.
If I smoke a joint I trip out. I lose my timing. I see things that aren’t really there. My mind expands like an accidental hot air balloon crashing into a tree top. I distort the world in a way that is not profitable to me and interferes with clear thought.
At seventeen I walked across a thin iron fence on top of my friend’s six story apartment building. I thought I could fly. My reality was distorted by grass. Luckily, I didn’t fall off his roof.
I had experiences with mescaline and PCP. They became part of the collage of the negative pot experience. A junkie once told me that pot is kindergarten for the college of heroin. On a beach in Cape Cod after smoking grass I went over to a family and rang a cowbell hanging from my neck while I told them that I loved them. I was Timothy Leary without acid.
I met Leary at Bethesda Fountain in Central Park. He seemed like a social guy. He was an icon of stupidity who substituted medicinal intelligence for real thought. He was the Pied Piper for the pleasure seeking mindlessness. He blinded people to their own self-destruction while he pretended he was stretching their consciousness rather than distorting it.
In my thirties I smoked weed with a client in the insurance business. He broke up into a cartoon stick figure and disappeared. I fell to the floor and hid my head beneath his desk. He laughed because he didn’t know what else to do.
I once asked a shrink why I got such bad reactions to pot. He told me, “You’re allergic.” Maybe that was it. Maybe a lot of other people are allergic and face danger when smoking. It’s not just fun. It can be harmful.
Why do liberals celebrate the spread of pot and its legalization? It can do no good. The fact that alcohol can do no good either is irrelevant. Better to have one vice than two.
And the arrogance of liberals who think that pot expands your mind. It almost stretched mine out of proportion so that I couldn’t think.
When I tried to read on pot I’d reach the end of the sentence and I couldn’t remember the beginning. It dumbed me down. Liberals should not be proud of earned stupidity. They should not feel cool when they are destroying their ability to think.
How many college kids are wasting fifty thousand dollars a year on sentences that they’ll forget before they reach the end of them? The humongous expense of a disappearing education. Real cool. A mind frozen in its own simplicity.
Liberals worry that the icecaps are melting in the Arctic. I worry that liberal minds are freezing into their prejudices and their compulsion to be blind activists in favor of mindless revolution and getting high rather than shoring up the necessary societal norms.
Our President went to Harvard, the refuge of slick thinking and truncated depth. A university that gives away good grades so that they don’t have to admit they accepted rich dummies and affirmative action charity cases.
Obama was a pot head. He is value driven rather than goal oriented. He is high on his own interpretation of the universe. He believes in the right to believe in solipsism and replaces empathy with narcissism. Whenever he used to get too full of himself he’d smoke a joint. The residual effect is a mind that is guiding a directionless country that is falling apart.
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