In my liquor cabinet at home, I have a bottle of Chivas Regal that was given to me as a gift sometime in the early 1970's. I have other unopened bottles of alcoholic refreshments that are nearly as old. I don't mind taking a drink now and again, but at the rate I drink I simply can't keep up. I am no teetotaler; I don't drink much because I have simply always wanted to be fully in control of my faculties.
It's the same way with drugs. You can toke or pop or inject all you want. That's your business. I am personally not interested. My drug is life itself. I love every day, every hour, every minute, every second. That's all I need. And think of all the money I save!
I may not drink much or do drugs at all, but I would have no problem selling booze or even drugs, if they were legal, to you, or anyone else. I might think you to be a fool for paying good money to dull your senses and increase your risk of behaving foolishly, but it's your body, your mind, your money. What you do is none of my business.
That's why I have no problem with Marc Emery (see my last post) selling marijuana seeds. He has 'em, you want 'em, you exchange your money for his seeds and everyone's happy, right? Well, not everyone. The alphabet soup of American law enforcement agencies don't like it, but they are out of touch with reality. People buy what they want, legal or not. If enforcers make something too expensive or too difficult to get, it will create a class of criminal that didn't exist before, simply because it is necessary for people wanting the prohibited substance to break the law to get what they want. The legislators and enforcers know better and just want to help us, you say? Puhleeze! Don't make me laugh.
The capacity of the human animal for silly and downright stupid behaviour is unfathomable to me, whether it is that of the person who wants to pollute himself or the person who is trying to prevent it. If we all minded our own business, we would all be better off.
To make it possible for me to have an occasional brew or cocktail while I am in Panama on my many visits, I am thinking of investing in a bar there. I would be a very poor customer of the establishment myself, but how cool would it be to be a partner in a watering hole in such an exotic locale? I can pretend that I'm Rick in Casablanca. Or something.
Would you drop in to see me, if you happened to be in Panama during the few weeks per year that I spend there? We could discuss the foolishness of drink and drugs while I mentally add up your liquor bill. Just kidding. I would be tickled to buy you a drink or two, and to discuss how we might together save this silly world from itself.
Now that would be a long conversation.