God save us, Pumpkins! Mexico, Colombia and other drug-addled countries want to legalize marijuana. They compare the war on drugs to prohibition and say violence will decline in tandem with criminal profits. Frankly, I’m appalled... it’s reefer madness... it’s one toke over the line!
Marijuana is about getting high, unlike well-aged Scotch... triple distilled vodka, fermented cactus… (mmmm Tequila), which are merely social lubricants. They’ve always made the travel industry hum. We don’t need to buzz too. Can you imagine the stampede to the buffet?
Harper and Obama are the lone anti-doobie brothers saving us from another slide into hairy armpits, Kenora dinner jackets and peasant dresses, and now even Harpo is beginning to waver. Perhaps the idea of a stoned electorate is appealing – they might forget about MacKay’s multi-billion math errors.
There’s a lot at stake for travel and tourism folks. Would people still go to Amsterdam just to see wooden shoes and cheese? There’s gold in that illicit green. Just ask B.C., where the once “SuperNatural” tourism slogan is now “This Bud’s For You!”
