I worked in cancer epidemiology research in the early 80's. Facts do not lie - the three most dangerous things you can put in your body are tobacco, red meat and alcohol. I actually diagnosed a friend with colon cancer who died at 42. His diet was steak and Johhnie Walker.
My best friend was the New Picasso. Everything he touched turned into art, and he produced the first ever UCLA Film School Final Project in Animation. When he was killed by a shit-faced drunk driver, we all were denied his future talents.
More than 30,000 people a year die from drunk driving. Since the bootlegger Mafia bastards vilified pot in the early 30's, more than 1,000,000 people have died on America's roads thanks to drunk driving. In forty years I’ve NEVER heard of a pot-driving fatality.
How many crimes, wife battering, child abuse and Darwin-Award style accidents have killed or brutalized people thanks to Alcohol Junkies and pushers?
I just won an EU award and ended up in Amsterdam. I spent an evening in a legal "coffee shop". There were no fights, no loud sloppy drunks (read Southern Right-Wing Congressmen), no red Neck jerks - but there were lots of smiles and really great music. I asked the last time there was a fight, or a police call - the manager looked at me like I'm crazy.
Read a medical manual. When a heroin addict kicks the habit, they suffer a week of hell, but survive. When an alcoholic kicks the habit, they have a 50-50 chance of living.
At 65, I just paddled the 28K Na Pali Coast solo in my kayak - on a rough day. Show me an alcoholic half my age who can accomplish the same.
Oh, I forgot, my grandfather died at 64 of beer-drinking. When he went into the hospital they couldn't find a vein that could accept an IV.
Distillers are the worst of humanity, the ultimate drug pushers, murders and basic criminals. They used their prohibition money to legalize their filth, and they will now try to deny freedom of choice in the land of the free.
Maybe, just maybe I will see pot legalized in my lifetime. I just took my "65" physical and my doc says I only have another 30 or 40 years left - unless I break my neck in a rugby game!
See you on the water, Ling Yai (Thai for 'Big Monkey') AKA John Caveman Gray
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