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From today’s Letters to the Editor of my local paper. Picture Emily Litella, only not sweet.
Claims of relief provided by smoked marijuana need to be examined more carefully. Federal drug enforcement officers tell me that most smokers of high THC marijuana have been regular users for at least three years before obtaining a “medical” users card. Most of these addicts have not seen a legitimate medical doctor in at least six years.
The ax I’m grinding is a big one; I’m one of the people who got cancer from a neighbor’s smoked marijuana. I lived in a small apartment where I couldn’t get away from it. Sixteen years after diagnosis, thanks to a diet free of sugar, corn syrup, alcoholic drinks and extracts and a move to the clean air of Gasquet, I’m still alive and ticking. And the pot-smoking neighbor is dead and buried.
Yeah, I know. Every neighborhood has one. Just seems like ours has several.
D.
hmm. my roommate is currently fighting off her third recurrence of lymphoma, and she is often in severe pain from the meds she’s taking (like chemo, but in pill form, and she can function normally most of the time but not all)…she can’t take any pain meds, and i would actually support her using medical marijuana (if that’s even legal in our state), because she is just in such pain that she is lying in bed sobbing because her body hurts everywhere and it makes me sad. 🙁 i didnt know you could get cancer from breathing the smoke tho, that’s a new one to me.
Okay, never touched the stuff until I had cancer. Damn chemo made me so sick. The only time I ever used marijuana and I’m glad I did. Kept me from puking up a lung.
Marijuana smoke is carcinogenic. In my experience, it’s only an issue in habitual (daily) smokers. Shaina, ask yourself: how does this person KNOW the marijuana smoke drifting in from her neighbor caused her cancer? The whole story sounds whacked.
CD: whatever helps. That’s my philosophy.
The whole “sugar-free-holier-than-thou” thang screams “PRECIOUS BODILY FLUIDS!” to me…
Pot makes me puke, can’t imagine it being a vomit cure. But to each his own.
Doug, I saw this and thought you may enjoy
ps: Purity of Essence!
Lyvvie: that was as hilarious as it was predictable. And what a cheap bastard — snorts his dope with a one-dollar bill?
The coffee boy makes me LOL, a lot. Silly punkin.
Why didn’t she “move to the clean air of Gasquet” right off the bat?
And what’s wrong with extracts?
I’m still trying to figure how she knows the smoke from her neighbor gave her cancer. Most bizarre. I have an uncle who has smoked pot since he was about 14 every single day (more than 40 years now), and is quite healthy. (And has a great job and a great house, and a great family, tho none of his kids smoke – leave the stash for the dad, lol).
You have one dollar bills?
Maureen, we have pennies. They’re so worthless, businesses routinely put out bowls for spare pennies so that folks can either add a few or take a few. No one likes carrying them around, but no one wants to see them disappear, either.
We have pennies too, though it’s starting to sound like we won’t have them for very much longer.