As I was walking the other day, I thought about the states that legalized marijuana in the past election…and something about it bugged me.

Something that David Crosby said in a 60s documentary popped into my head:  while talking about the positives of the peace movement of the 60s, he remarked that cocaine had been the downfall of it all.

Whenever I see repubs suddenly change their opinions in a 180 degree direction, it gets my attention.  A few of them have been advocating legalization of small amounts of pot in this conservative area…another reason to question their motives.

Now, you can call me a conspiracy theorist (wouldn’t be the first time), but there is something going on….and I don’t know about you, but I could see pot doing the same thing as cocaine did—stopping a positive movement by messing with people’s cognitive function.  I’m not sure of all the effects of pot, but that is one of them, along with possible lung cancer and heart issues.  I’m not looking down my nose, mind you, I tried it when I was seventeen. (I’m one of those who wonder what all the fuss was about–it really did nothing for me).

I’m just putting this out there because I think it needs to be said.  I mean, I look at Timothy Leary, and see him as an under-the-radar drug pusher.  I was pretty young when he was in his element of “Tune in, turn on, drop out” (or whatever version), but had the opportunity to revisit his mindset again when I started in college in the 90s.  We read a bit of his assertions back in the day –he had used scare tactics, much as the conservatives are using now, to advocate for LSD and other drug legalization–saying that there would be agents in helicopters hunting down people using drugs and other scare tactics.

And I don’t get the videotaping his death…ego?  Pfft.  I don’t want to be videotaped, I want to go quietly, just me going to God.  And I don’t even want a headstone—I like what my aunt did–she had her ashes spread over San Francisco Bay.    After I’m gone, I hope that there will be people around to remember me…but if not, no stupid headstone and no video of me will truly speak of who I was and what I did while here….

(A side note–and this may or may not have anything to do with Leary, but he had a wife and daughter commit suicide.  So much for finding happiness in drugs.)

So…I guess this post is about a warning not to repeat the same mistakes of the 60s….