Let Everyone Light Up!

Tobacco use is the leading cause of preventable death according to the US Surgeon General. Why then, are cigarettes legal, and marijuana not? There are no proven deaths that are linked solely to marijuana use. In other parts of the world, like Europe, marijuana is used frequently as a pain killing remedy.
The only downside is that every once in a while a young kid is introduced to pot and then later that day is introduced to other, more harmful drugs. The number of times that this happens would drastically decrease if marijuana was made legal. If it were legal, kids and people of all ages would not have to go to bad areas that house loads of harmful drugs. Instead these so-called "pot-heads" could just light up on the corner, just like a tobacco user could.
Marijuana use should be a choice. If the government wants to limit this choice, let them limit their limitations to those that apply to tobacco. April 20th is coming up. 4-20 is the Unofficial National "Get High" Day. Why can we not just bring the world together and have a jolly ole time.

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Birthdays

I really dislike the entire concept of birthdays. You get older every second, minute, hour, day, week, etc. What's the point in only celebrating once per year. Why make a big deal out of something that really isn't that important.

I don't think people should get their friends and family birthday presents. Instead get them presents just when you feel like giving them one.

I also do not like the whole party thing. Or the go out do a fancy restaurant thing.

I'd rather just hang out with my friends and family: those people who I like, and like me back.

My birthday is coming up soon. Only a select few know when, and I'm keeping it that way. I don't like being treated differently just because its the anniversary of my birth.

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Mardi Gras

Today is Mardi Gras. Fat Tuesday. Woo hoo. (did you feel the excitement with that period?)

What's the point? I understand its the day before Ash Wednesday, but are all of the partiers Catholic?! I highly doubt it.

Oh yeah, word of advice: Don't cut a "King Cake" (or whatever it is called) with a sharp knife. I accidentally cut of baby Jesus' head off. I was told that if you found the baby, then you are French Royalty. What happens if you cut his head off after you find it? Do they call me King Henry VII?

Ah well. Its time to make the ladies earn their beads...

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