Happy 2010, y’all. I’ve been hobbling around on a wrenched knee since New Years (its an old injury—never try to take down a 6’4”. Damn you, ’94 International Rugby finals…) so time and energy to blog has been limited. My first observation of the New Year is: hats off to the City Council last week for putting off the inevitable yet again and delaying coming up with a municipal set of rules for medicinal marijuana use by San Diegans. (Wow, San Diego is now officially less progressive than New Jersey! I can’t wait for the City Council to take a position on Prohibition and Women’s voting rights…)
I say inevitable because, I as lay supine last week, knee strapped and iced, it occurred to me that complete legalization of devil weed, medicinal or otherwise, is only a matter of time. We aging baby boomers will see to that, trust me.
You know us baby boomers. We’re the most spoiled, obnoxious generation in human history–the “I want it now, I want it all and when I’m done with it there won’t be anything left for anyone else” generation. (Kids, this is your Uncle Carl speaking in a moment of complete generational candor, so listen up. If you really want an inheritance from your Boomer parents go out tonight, slip under their car and cut the brake lines. Otherwise they will take your inheritance to the crypt, Pharaoh style. Mayhap the people in Soylent Green had it right…)
Boomers? Do you really think we Boomers are going to go into infirmity feeling any pain? I mean, my knees are going out at the mid-century mark (oh, why didn’t I run the down and out like Fouts told me to instead of going into the Bengal’s line. Damn you, Freezer Bowl…). What they’re going to like in twenty or thirty years doesn’t bear scrutiny. And there is only so much OxyContin (Rush Limbaugh excepted, of course) or ibuprofen you can take . So as I and the rest of my Boomer cohort feel the pain of age, do you really think we won’t vote to legalize the substance that defined our generation from our parents’ in the first place? Hell, in ten or twenty years Marijuana won’t just be legal, it will be subsidized under Medicare! The children of the Baby Boomers will have to tell their children not to eat the brownies at grandma’s house and grandpa will spend all his time giggling in a rocking chair of the front porch.
So, kudos to the City Council for once again being at the cutting edge of being behind the times. As for me and my knee, for now I’ll be content deal with the pain the old fashion way—ice and Advil–as I internalize my first lesson of 2010: Never chest bump someone younger and bigger than you on New Years Eve while dancing if you want to walk the next day. Damn you, Chumbawamba!
Meanwhile, just what has the Governor been smoking lately? Thinking the state should spend more on education than prisons? Sheesh. How Cheech can you get. And the Mayor tonight, telling everyone how the city is going to ride out its current fiscal shortfalls without some real, serious municipal pain? That, my friends, is pure Chong.