Poor Tammy Murray. She's the lady who wants to open a Compassionate Cannabis Information Center and Dispensary in Oceano. I know. You're snickering already. It's the start of the old Peanuts routine -- Lucy, Charlie and the football.
On Thursday, the SLO Planning Commissioners voted 4 - 1 to approve her request, which was in itself remarkable, since the BOS has made it absolutely clear they do not want a pot dispensary anywhere in the county. So Ms. Murray will now spend more time and money on permits and plans and take this to the BOS wherein they'll find all kinds of excuses to dump the whole idea and send her back to the drawing board, again.
Zwoop! football yanked.
This little dance will continue until somebody -- Feds, State, somebody -- rethinks this law and decides what they want to do about pot in general, except continue with the ridiculous laws we have now, all wink-nudge with a few people getting hammered while others go free. Like all our drug laws, it's hypocritical and, let's face it, insane, and ultimately creates a climate of cynical contempt for law itself. We know better than this, so we really do need to reconcile our hypocritical selves with our commonsense selves and thereby do a better job of governing ourselves in a very real imperfect world.
Well, Don't Worry, It's Too Late Now.
Actually, I guess the best thing to do now is to toke up. The AP reports that "The global output of heat-trapping crabon dioxide jumped by the biggest amount on record . . . a sign of how feeble the world's efforts are at slowing man-made global warming. . . . The new figures for 2010 mean that levels of greenhouse gasses are higher than the worst-case scenario outlined by climate experts just four years ago."
In other words, we have already screwed the pooch and we, not the pooch, are in the gunsights of the wrath that is about to set down on us. It's eerie to even think about. Like the silence before the tornado's funnel cloud suddenly appears out of the sky, the sickening sensation as the sea waves rapidly start sucking out. The future has been locked in now, the tragedy about to unfold is just over the horizon, out of sight to our eyes but not to our minds. Exactly how it will play out on each continent remains to be seen, but one thing we should know: Our great grandchildren will curse our names.
But one huge problem will be solved shortly: overpopulation. We won't have to write any more editorials about the 7 billionth baby. Or the 8th billionth. The effects of global warming on food production, fire, flooding, innundation of arable land, with changes in climate patterns destroying now viable farming land, will all have a profound effect on how many people will surive. And since millions of people are now on the edge of starvation, their future is zero.
We should be very proud of ourselves as a species.
Because Congress Has A Plan
The House voted 396-9 to reaffirm that our national motto is, "In God We Trust." That's what Congress has been spending its time doing. Not funding jobs bills, or dealing with the hungry, the sick, or even planning how to try to blunt the worst of the devastating effects climate change is bringing our way.
No. Our national motto was put in place in the 1950s to prove we were better than those godless Commies. It wasn't under threat of being un-mottoed. No scary atheists had started a bill asking for its removal. Nothing. But in the face of all our troubles and problems, Republicans in Congress stopped everything so they could "debate" and discuss and "reaffirm" a national motto what wasn't even under question. And the dickhead Democrats went along with this farce so in the next election their Republican opponents couldn't stand up and claim that they voted against God.
This is what We the People have created. This is who We the People have voted into office. A sufficient number of fools to play the fiddle while the republic burns. The founding fathers surely are weeping. Except Ben Franklin. He's laughing. He knew.