
Here we have
Glen Meyer. Glen Meyer is a pothead. But Glen Meyer is also a pothead who was lucky enough to break his arm a few years ago and then hook up with a quack doctor somewhere who agreed with Glen that the only thing that would make Glen feel better is if Glen smokes pot every day for the rest of his life.
Let me insert my first "Give me a fucking break" right here. I got hurt a lot worse than this loser did a couple of years back, and I can tell you that people heal, and people injured much more seriously than this doper manage to get through life without smoking weed. And any number of returning vets can back me up on that.
But it gets better. It always does.
You see, Glen, who had permission from the state of Vermont to possess up to two ounces in his home for "medical purposes" was just busted by the local police, who found fifty-five plants and about
four pounds of processed marijuana in his home and a restaurant that he runs. That's about $100,000 worth of dope, folks. And even Cheech and Chong and Woody Harrelson put together couldn't smoke all that up as "personal use".
Now he and his wife are facing felony drug charges as suspected drug dealers. And I hope they're convicted and their property is seized under the forfeiture laws designed to strip drug dealers of the fruits of their crimes. And I'll go farther and wish that this would rebound into the legislature in Vermont and put an end to the pretense of authorizing pot possession for people who claim any sort of phantom pain or nausea.
Of course Meyer claims that some of the pot wasn't his. That stuff growing outside his house? He claims that someone else planted those and he never noticed them. And he's hinting that the police are setting him up with the stuff found in his house and restaurant.
Here's where I insert the second "Give me a break."
Come on, stoner. We all know that every ounce was yours, and you know it too. At least try to act like a man for once in your pathetic life and own up to what you were doing. Don't act as if we're the ones on drugs by expecting us to buy those lame excuses. My dog comes up with better lies than you do.
Meanwhile, I'll continue to oppose the idea that smoking marijuana has any legitimate medical benefit or alleviates any pain that cannot be better treated with safe, regulated pharmaceuticals. And even though I'm a big States' Rights fan, I'll smile and approve every time that the feds step in and trump some state's decision to allow some druggie to get high while pretending that it's a medical necessity.