Skip to comments.The Cannabis Catastrophe (Pot softens brains: Stoners don't care)
Posted on 01/26/2004 2:36:49 PM PST by quidnunc
As David Blunkett contemplates the chaos and fury triggered by his decision to downgrade the law on cannabis, he could do worse than consider the case of Dominique Lansdowne.
Eleven years ago, when she was 18, the former care assistant from Swindon started smoking cannabis once a week. After a couple of weeks, I found it was addictive, she said. As soon as you start you get the feeling youre completely relaxed and calm, but then you crave it. I used it more and more until I was smoking it every day. Then I couldnt work because I was too stoned all the time. I was so paranoid I couldnt leave the house.
I havent worked for the past six years. I lost all my friends and nearly lost my family. I couldnt afford to pay my mortgage, my house was repossessed, I had to live in a hostel. I was in hospital three times, and couldnt cope at all in the community. I had no social skills left. My life was in tatters. I didnt stop completely until two years ago.
I still take anti-psychotics, antidepressants and anti-anxiety drugs, and will probably have to take medication for the rest of my life. Im positive cannabis was the cause; I became paranoid as soon as I started smoking it. Ive known hundreds of people who smoke it; all of them have some kind of paranoia or a problem, whether they recognise it or not.
All of which makes it truly extraordinary that this Thursday, cannabis will be downgraded from a class B to a class C drug.
The Home Secretarys move has delighted the drug legalisers but astonished and horrified those like Dominique, who know the truth about its effects.
Tory leader Michael Howard has boldly declared that a future Conservative government will reverse the policy. Yet Mr Blunketts so called reform has already caused many people mistakenly to believe cannabis is now legal or safe to use.
Despite ministers desperate insistence that it remains illegal and dangerous, putting cannabis in the same category as slimming pills, painkillers, tranquillisers and anabolic steroids sends the inescapable signal that it is not very dangerous after all.
Dominique Lansdowne knows what nonsense this is. Before she used cannabis, she had not even smoked tobacco; afterwards she also tried speed, LSD and ecstasy. I would never have touched hard drugs if I hadnt taken cannabis. Reclassification is really dreadful and sad because the government is saying cannabis isnt that bad and so people are going to take it thinking its not going to do them any harm.
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Just a suggestion, but if she can't "handle" smoking marijuana perhaps she should stop.
Why not blame McDonalds?
...fighting the tyranical agenda hidden behind the War On Drugs.
Ok... now try this.....
After a couple of weeks, I found it was addictive, she said. As soon as you start you get the feeling youre completely relaxed and calm, but then you crave it. I [drank] more and more until I was [drink]ing it every day. Then I couldnt work because I was too [drunk] all the time. I was so [drunk] I couldnt leave the house. I havent worked for the past six years. I lost all my friends and nearly lost my family. I couldnt afford to pay my mortgage, my house was repossessed, I had to live in a hostel. I was in hospital three times, and couldnt cope at all in the community. I had no social skills left. My life was in tatters. I didnt stop completely until two years ago."
While Satchmo could certainly blow a mean trumpet, I never heard his referred to as one of the great thinkers of the 20th Century.
By the wat, did you know that he got his start playing in a Storeyville sportin' house in the Big Easy?
'H. Walker, tailor, wife, and two children. When in better circumstances, owns to having been in the constant habit of drinking ale and beer; says he is not certain whether he did not twice a week, for twenty years, taste "dog's nose," which your committee find upon inquiry, to be compounded of warm porter, moist sugar, gin, and nutmeg (a groan, and 'So it is!' from an elderly female). Is now out of work and penniless; thinks it must be the porter (cheers) or the loss of the use of his right hand; is not certain which, but thinks it very likely that, if he had drunk nothing but water all his life, his fellow-workman would never have stuck a rusty needle in him, and thereby occasioned his accident (tremendous cheering). Has nothing but cold water to drink, and never feels thirsty (great applause).
'Betsy Martin, widow, one child, and one eye. Goes out charing and washing, by the day; never had more than one eye, but knows her mother drank bottled stout, and shouldn't wonder if that caused it (immense cheering). Thinks it not impossible that if she had always abstained from spirits she might have had two eyes by this time (tremendous applause). Used, at every place she went to, to have eighteen-pence a day, a pint of porter, and a glass of spirits; but since she became a member of the Brick Lane Branch, has always demanded three-and-sixpence (the announcement of this most interesting fact was received with deafening enthusiasm).
'Henry Beller was for many years toast-master at various corporation dinners, during which time he drank a great deal of foreign wine; may sometimes have carried a bottle or two home with him; is not quite certain of that, but is sure if he did, that he drank the contents. Feels very low and melancholy, is very feverish, and has a constant thirst upon him; thinks it must be the wine he used to drink (cheers). Is out of employ now; and never touches a drop of foreign wine by any chance (tremendous plaudits).
'Thomas Burton is purveyor of cat's meat to the Lord Mayor and Sheriffs, and several members of the Common Council (the announcement of this gentleman's name was received with breathless interest). Has a wooden leg; finds a wooden leg expensive, going over the stones; used to wear second-hand wooden legs, and drink a glass of hot gin-and-water regularly every night--sometimes two (deep sighs). Found the second-hand wooden legs split and rot very quickly; is firmly persuaded that their constitution was undermined by the gin-and-water (prolonged cheering). Buys new wooden legs now, and drinks nothing but water and weak tea. The new legs last twice as long as the others used to do, and he attributes this solely to his temperate habits (triumphant cheers).'