My Dream for America

It seems like every time I look at the internet, I see more bad news. It’s everywhere. Palestine attacking Israel.  Vladimir Putin attacking Ukraine. Joe Biden attacking, well, Americans. 

So, instead of wallowing in all of this negativity, I decided to do something else.  I decided to envision the type of world I want to live in. 

This will be the “bloggiest” post I’ve ever done.

In my ideal world, I would prepare my morning coffee with organic cocao extract, which I enjoy for its characteristic clear-headed awakening buzz. Then, after my first coffee or two, I would head outside to the garden. Once there, I would tend to my favorite plants and medicinal herbs. After watering the garden, patching a leak in the hydroponic system, and digging some more lines for a new crop, I would harvest the mature plants and retire with the produce to the “lab” – so called due to the presence of a myriad of chemical equipment. There, I would begin the process of purifying my product, creating tinctures, salves, ointments, and edibles, and I would take comfort in the knowledge that everything I consume, I grew myself. 

After lunch, I would drive on silky-smooth jet-black roads, pothole free thanks to the increased revenue from the repeal of prohibition and the more perfect union that was created the day that happened.  The country is doing very well, mostly because we are no longer policing what people do in their free time, no longer criminalizing human behavior, no longer creating career criminals, and most importantly, we are no longer violating the rights of our citizens.

Some of the money that was either made or made available by repealing prohibition has gone towards the national debt, and we are now on track to be debt-free as a nation in 20 years. This has been a boon for the economy as a whole, and the original decriminalization, followed by the outright legalization of narcotics, didn’t result in the nightmare scenario that so many of us feared. Millions of people didn’t become addicted. Tens of millions of lives have been saved by these new laws and changes to the way we view substances.

Anyone who wants a job in this new industry can get one. They pay well, and there’s no end in sight to the demand for the products that they produce.

After dinner, I relax with a pipe of fresh opium, watching the evening news. It relaxes me, and I savor the taste of the alkaloids as I inhale deeply.  I consider expanding my farm next year to include peyote.

If Jack Daniels could do it, why can’t I?

If the Bayer family could do it, why can’t everybody?

If Hunter Biden can enjoy cocaine, why can’t we?