An Open Letter to President Barack Obama:
I swear, America’s the only country that takes it’s morality from it’s legality and not the other way around.
I mean, we’re a country that once thought that slavery was cool because it was legal.
And similarly, we’ve got a whole gang of people, too many in fact, that think there’s something morally wrong with smoking weed just because it’s illegal.
What’s crazy is that a high percentage of the people that would ague of the “evil” of marijuana would be OG so-called Christians.
Real Christians should know better than everybody how bullshit the “marijuana is wrong” doctrine is.
This is, if they have, in fact, ever opened up their bibles.
You can’t get into Genesis good before God is telling you to light up.
“And God said, Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding seed…”
“And the earth brought forth grass, and herb yielding seed after his kind, and the tree yielding fruit, whose seed was in itself, after his kind: and God saw that it was good.”
And trust me, there’s lots more references, all God patting God’s self on the proverbial (see what I did there?) back for being dope enough (see that one?) to create something that would grow from the ground and have the ability to cure almost of all of man’s ills.
My favorite is probably this one:
“He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man…”
But most of us ain’t fools.
We know that in order for drug companies to get their hooks into us, pushing on us pills that they made with their own hands – and that, coincidentally, we don’t now and never needed – they had to run a smear campaign against the work of the Almighty Lord Thy God!
The bullshit is, tho, that it actually worked!
And moreover, at least 53% of the people in jail are there for non-violent drug offenses.
And while I could easily use this platform to make a broader point, that one questioning why do pharmaceutical companies get to pick and choose which drugs they feel fit to push on us and why I can’t simply go outside and by a vial of crack if that’s what I think will make me feel better, I’ll stick to weed (for now).
These are tense times.
Shiii, we’ve only got another 10 months before the two words most of us thought we’d never hear but now feel doomed to utter with frightening regularity begin to enter the our daily rotation: President Trump.
We need “weed” breaks and brownies, cookies and parties, I mean, my God, alcohol and cigarettes are positively destructive to the human body and they’re legal!
Besides, Mr. President, you used to get high yourself!
Don’t think I ain’t read both Dreams from My Father, which was incredible and The Audacity of Hope which was… another book you wrote.
And keep it real, did you ever quit cigarettes, or was it true what the corpse of Jack Rafferty said to Dwight in Sin City?
None of my business.
Since I’m now quoting movies, let me get one from an alumni of the world’s greatest HBCU and all I can do is hope you’ll take it to heart.