Cocaine Blows

It has come to my attention that a lot of Googlers happen upon this essay in search of references to cocaine and Tony Montana from Scarface. That's fine, but it should be stated upfront that this essay takes a firm stance against the snorting of powder that gets people high. Cocaine is disgusting and its illegalization is justified. Furthermore, Scarface told a cautionary tale, and if you think that that film was done in the name of glorifying white nose candy, you're mistaken. Further, furthermore, Scarface is nowhere near as great as The Godfather or Goodfellas, so I'd advise you to curb your enthusiasm in regard to the story of the rise and fall of Tony Montana. Now, if I haven't warded you off, thanks for reading "Cocaine Blows."


I support the legalization of marijuana. My reasoning is that its use--when compared to alcohol, its legal, mind-and-mood-altering counterpart—can be linked to drastically fewer crimes of violence, domestic abuse, sexual assault, and impaired driving. Smoking marijuana is not an unassailable choice, of course; abusing weed can lead to woes of lethargy and prolonged stupors. Lack of motivation and dumbness, though, are defects in character that are not at all comparable to the human horrors of a man raping a woman, a father pummeling a son, or an entire family getting killed in a car wreck caused by a lowlife with visions of multiple and distorted roads.

Lousy drunks.

Alcohol has proven to be the catalyst for far more evil deeds than marijuana. Whereas alcohol can be purchased without incident in plain sight of a police officer waiting in line at a gas station, possession of marijuana is a common catalyst for fines and imprisonment.

Rampant abuse of alcohol and marijuana, resp., so often marks the difference between Hell and jail.

Additionally, it's a blunder of justice to make criminals out of those who wish no harm on anyone and simply seek a means for calm euphoria and inspiration that is provided by nature.

I typed the gist of these beliefs on pot in response to a friend's Facebook post on the prospect of the drug's legalization. This is a friend of a rare and, more importantly, respectable breed who claims to have never once partook in Reefer Madness. His argument is rooted not in a personal fondness for the drug in question but rather in more vital issues such as the infringement on civil liberties and the high expense to taxpayers caused by its criminalization.

It was a rational discussion between two old friends in different time-zones. It was also inherently made open to others for debate, and we can so seldom count on rationale from OTHERS on the Internet. What follows is a reply from a third party to my comment on pot's relative harmlessness.

“On the day you witness someone die of a drug overdose come back and tell me how you feel!”

Awwwww... Now, doesn't that ignorant dipshit just seem so adorable? Someone needs to pinch his ruddy cheeks and ruffle his mop of hair for making a comment like that. Adults who still cling to the silly myth of marijuana overdose are too cute to take seriously. They are like little scamps at the family Christmas get-together who insist they have outgrown the company at the kiddie table. So precious! At first I wanted to tell him he was mistaken, and that the Tooth Fairy wasn't real, either, but I didn't have the heart to make a total stranger weep in a disillusioned fit. I could only snicker and marvel at the moral comfort some lies impose on feeble minds.

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