But, you know, it was only a movie
Spicoli, aside from being cannabis-ripped ‘all’ the time, is also a world-class slacker. Stoner/slacker. The two go hand-in-hand, and that is my problem with all of those who would attempt to elevate cannabis sativa into the realm of a societal positive.
It’s not a societal positive any more than alcohol is a societal positive. In fact, one of the more amusing arguments by pot proponents is: “Hey, dude, it’s no worse than alcohol, the so-called legal drug.” ‘Legal’ in such a conversation, is drawn out by the speaker and uttered in disdainful tone. Of course pot's not any worse than booze. That’s the point. Indeed, it has been said many times that if alcohol had heretofore been unknown, but suddenly appeared on the horizon, it would be regarded in the same context as crystal meth in terms of the grief it causes when abused. In statistical fact, good old gargle causes more universal grief than all other drugs – legal and illegal – combined.
So, in light of that, why do I like Spicoli? Well, aside from being an endearingly comic character, he epitomizes all of the hypocrisy to be found in pot advocates.He's a buffoon, and many buffoons are charming. In don't think you want them doing neurosurgery on you, however, any more than you'd want a drunk to be carrying out the operation.
By the same token, I don’t think it should be a criminal offence to either possess or partake of the weed. Should dealing be illegal? Small scale, probably not. Anyway, it’s impossible to enforce at that level and wastes an awful lot of resources in both personnel and money that could be better used elsewhere. Big-time grow operations? Absolutely. Bust their asses and impose draconian penalties. Why? Because here the underworld and international drug cartels come into the mix. In BC, which is grow-operation heaven, extremely potent BC Bud is traded virtually one-to-one for cocaine. In other words, this isn’t a matter of choice at such a level; this is a matter of gang warfare and atrocious violence. This isn’t Spicoli going out and getting gooned in the van.
At a personal level, I don’t really care what people do with their bodies. They can inject Lysol into their veins if that turns them on. I’m a libertarian and I detest state interference in lifestyle choices. It’s your body. Do what you want. Just don’t rip off my TV to feed your dumbfuck habit. On the other hand, if you are among my nearest and dearest, I care a great deal what you do with your body. I can’t control you, but I will grieve over bad choices and try to steer you in other directions.
Have I smoked reefer? Yes, years ago. And, unlike Bill, I did inhale. In fact, it didn’t do much for me and it was never ever a drug of choice. I didn’t like it, and I didn’t like what it did to me – like invoking sensations of depression or paranoia like I’d never experienced in my life theretofore. Nope, give me a stiff martini anytime – at least back then. Since I no longer drink, that was just a metaphorical comment. So, herb and I parted company around about the time Janis Joplin permanently left the stage. Oh, I did try some BC Bud about a decade ago. So, that’s what happens when you have a lobotomy. No, thank you.
I guess my real point here is this is a society that has great demands on its citizens to be the best that they can be. We have problems, and we need bright and astute minds to deal with those. I’ve never met a heavy pot user who would qualify as bright and astute. He or she might think he or she is, but that is pot-fueled delusion.
So, if you want to Be Spicoli, go ahead. But, you might find that people don’t find you as charming as a film character. They might just find you’re a pain-in-the-ass and a waste-of-space.