- Breckenridge, Colorado voters legalize marijuana, paraphernalia
- Breckenridge voters OK marijuana decriminalization
Gotta love the Breck. It’s quite possibly my favorite ski town, and they’ve just grown in clout with their recent vote to decriminalize marijuana and related paraphernalia. That’s right, Breckenridge, the drinking town with a skiing problem just allowed people to smoke some bud. Gotta love such civility in today’s fucked up world of “kill all who appose my view”. It just makes me sick, and Breck just put a shit-eating grin on my face.
I don’t understand the prohibition anyway. It’s just grass, a plant, not much different than tobacco in the manufacturing process: plant, water, add sun, harvest, smoke, party. For all you jack-asses proclaiming religious reasons or some other religious basis for prohibition, then ask yourself whether god made a mistake in making the plant. If someone wants to smoke it, let them fucking smoke it. It’s not like their consumption of the plant is going to directly impact your life. Now if you put a stoner in control of a car, then you might get an indirect response from decreased response times, but what’s the fucking problem with letting people party with Towelie every once in a while?
Those people in the mountains get it. It’s not something to be concerned with at all. Hell, I’d go a step further and let them toke up where you can smoke a cigarette. They’re definitely going to be getting high in the higher altitudes nowadays, but I think they’ve long been high already. I’ve noticed a few Cheshire cats walking around town every time I’m there, and I generally party with the ones playing reggae on the slopes; good times. Even the police didn’t see this as a life-altering election because it’s not high on their list of shit to prosecute. When the cops don’t give a shit, then you know nobody gives a taint. They’ve got their act together, and I wish the rest of the country would follow their example.
It’s not like this was a close one. The measure passed 73-27% which by my mathematics background directly correlates into a huge-ass fucking landslide. I don’t care if you’re drunk, stoned, blind and have to feel the tits of the Rockies to read this in Braille, or even a midget with half a pole, that’s one hell of a fucking way to tell people to chill the fuck out already.
I think I love the blokes in the mountains because many of them share the same mentality as me. I’m a senile, psychotic, don’t you fucking tempt me with your fucking bull-shit beach bum because I’ll just sit back and smile at your fucking brilliance while they’re senile, psychotic, don’t fucking tempt them with your fucking bull-shit ski bums because they’ll just sit there with a huge smile and stab your fucking eyes out with their ski poles.
Gotta love being a transplant ski bum every once in a while; you get away with so much shit because, unlike on a beach, you’re flying down a big mountain at mach 3 with pointy objects in your hands and razor-sharp sticks on your feet in total bliss. The pillars of society are we!