The LA Times published a letter I wrote them. I was a little surprised they did as they must get so many. But, was pleased they did. I wrote it after reading an article that was sympathetic towards the LA Pot clinics in regard to treating a councilman’s cancer pain.
Here is the letter that was published.
Re “Medical pot is here to stay,” Column, March 8
I’m glad that Los Angeles City Councilman Bill Rosendahl has the marijuana he needs to help him cope with symptoms related to his cancer and treatment. But I’m sorry that his remarks at a City Council hearing on banning pot shops – “You want to kill me”? – were not balanced by someone like me, who could have said, “You are helping to destroy a family member.”
Pot can be helpful for patients like Rosendahl, but it can also be a powerful addictive drug that ruins the mind. I’m tired of people saying that “it’s just pot.” It’s just wine unless you abuse it.
Doctors have told my family that marijuana can cause psychotic breaks. Sadly, we have found this to be true.
Within a mile of my house in one direction, there are eight pot clinics. Must this unchecked threat to our mental health continue?
Let’s just say I wrote this because of “my cousin Floyd” I don’t have a cousin Floyd, but I can’t discuss the real person in honest terms here. I stand by the letter despite the negative comments. Typical anonymous online comments.
We have a weird thing in California. Pot is basically legal if you have a prescription, which is as easily obtained. A while back a doctor with a face like a “Real Housewife” had a billboard saying to come see her for marijuana prescriptions. The federal government does not recognize it as legal, but it’s not enforced. I would be thrilled if people who need it like the aforementioned Councilman could go to CVS or Rite Aid pharmacies and get what they needed. But, cousin Floyd gets pot with a prescription with greater ease than I was able to buy pot in in my twenties. It’s also FAR more powerful than it was in the olden days. The last time I smoked pot was the early zeros. It was no longer the giggly, “let’s eat chocolate” experienced I remembered, but a numbing agent that made it impossible to go to sleep as my mind kept churning.
In Amsterdam they have the coffee houses that people can get pot like we do a beer. Holland does have issues with that. Many there would like it to be just for residents and not for the tourists. However, there seems to be something more honest about saying “here it is for recreation” than hiding behind the cloak of medicine. My cousin Floyd has called it his medicine. It is not. It changes Floyd’s personality utterly. I think pro pot advocates think someone like me is basing my views on an old copy of “Reefer Madness”. I am not. I know there are plenty of people who can imbibe pot and be just fine. Go to work, love their kids, mow their lawns. But, don’t tell me these are pot “clinics’. Don’t tell me pot isn’t addictive. Don’t tell me pot can’t be a trigger for mental illness. It can. I’ve seen, lived it and still live with it.