H.
Ross Perot's famous sucking sound has come to pass, but it isn't what
he envisioned. The neighborhood's almost empty! They started moving
out yesterday and the place is just about cleaned out. There are a
few of the old timers around who can't move, and a few who simply
don't smoke pot, but most of our former neighbors are headed west,
heading out at the break of day. Colorado will be so crowded you
won't be able the buy a house with a front yard because, apparently,
you can now sit there and smoke a joint legally.
Will
it happen in Florida? Not as long as the liquor industry or their
strange bedfellows, the religious right, or their highly paid lobbyists at any
rate, have a strangle hold of the Florida legislature. Or maybe
it's their relationship with the massive retirement communities that
dominate God's waiting room, which, if you think about it, is really just as effective. The
liquor industry having God on their side is a real oxymoron if you
consider the war on alcohol that brought us the thirteen-year ban on
alcohol in this country by way of the 18th Amendment way
back when, because the war on alcohol was supported mainly by the religiously driven
anti-saloon league.
Will
recreational pot ever be legal in Florida? Not likely! Unless, of
course, they figure out a way to make selling pot legal, and add the sales tax revenues to Florida's tax rolls, at the
para-mutual venues. You know, the horse tracks, Jai-Lai Frontons, and the
Greyhound dog racing tracks, and maybe even the ever popular Native-American gambling
casinos.
They won't come up with a painting of pot being passed around at the last supper, but they'll figure out a way to mollify the religious opponents, and lo and behold, the angels will sing. And when they do, I bet they'll sell munchies, too!
Maybe someday, after the earth stops spinning, my neighbors will eventually move back to the land
of fun and sun.
But, don't hold your breath. Figuratively, of course.
