The demographic trend which is bringing marijuana legalization into the mainstream is more minorities, fewer whites.
More people with tattoos on their necks, fewer WWII veterans. More welfare families, fewer traditional Americans.
More immigrants, fewer native born citizens. More that hate America, and fewer that love America.
@truth_seeker I don't know whether your state has legalised marijuana, but my state has.
I live in a city with a rather large minority population, and I happened to drive past one of the dispensaries that was opening for business on the night it became legal in my state last summer. (Medical marijuana was legal for a few years prior.)
The majority of customers lined up outside the door---in a line that extended around the entire large building---were
white.
A few days later, once the immediacy wore off (if you'll pardon the expression), I visited that dispensary myself. It was a normal crowd of customers and, yes, they do check your identification at the entrance. (At my age, being carded is rather flattering.) Once again the majority of customers---including yours truly---were
white. I didn't notice whether any customers bore tattoos, but then I'm not in the habit of examining fellow customers when I shop anyplace, never mind a marijuana dispensary.
Until last summer, I had only ever tried marijuana in earnest once before in my life, with my former wife; I'll divulge no details other than to say we discovered it to be a phenomenal aphrodisiac, though we never smoked it again during our marriage and our physical life together was always wonderful---and not the reason our marriage ended. Anyway, I bought one vape-style product and a small box of slim chocolate coins made with marijuana. I can no longer smoke even the vape version, it's far too abrasive for me to handle, but the slim chocolate coins were very pleasant.
I've been to only one marijuana dispensary since that visit, and this time bought only chocolate candies made with it. I bought one box of similar slim chocolate coins, and a large chocolate bar divided into teardrop-shaped small portions. 'Twas the week before Christmas, in fact. I still have most of that purchase, since I'm not exactly given to eating chocolate
or having a marijuana every day of my life. (For the record: I'm also a very sparing drinker and have been for a very long time. If I have one or two drinks a week it's an over-indulgence on my part.)
And, except in such online forums as this where a mere difference of opinion can get someone accused of being so, I've yet to be accused credibly of hating this country I have loved the whole of my 62 years, served militarily for five of those years, and trembled for when I realised that the longer I lived the more profoundly my country's government has become anything but a properly-construed government---whose sole legitimate business, other than protecting her citizens from enemies actual and
provably iminent from abroad and predators at home (
real predators, not mere vicemongers), is
staying the hell out of your business, my business, every citizen's business,
until or unless one citizen would obstruct or abrogate another's equivalent rights---and everything that could be described charitably as a public nuisance.
My two marijuana dispensary visits, by the way, came 21 years after this magazine's cover symposium, a magazine not heretofore renowned as a hothouse of tattooed America-hating non-veteran welfare recipients . . .
(The magazine's 12 February 1996 issue.)
