God help us. The people of Colorado have voted for an amendment to the State Constitution – legalizing marijuana. The advertising of this amendment suggested untold sums of money going to the State for wonderful utopian improvements. Whoever wrote that was smoking something, and the rest of the state must have been high as well. This pot will not be taxed. They would have had to package it as a tax increase in order to tax it.
A few years ago I was an advocate of legalizing drugs. Until Colorado voted for Medical Marijuana. When I saw all these creepy shops crop up in neighborhoods, and what they did to the quality of the neighborhoods, I changed my mind quickly. Just one example: a medical marijuana shop opened in the same strip mall as my tanning salon. There was an unleashed pitbull stationed outside of the shop, and such unsavory characters hanging around, sometimes just sitting in their cars, staring. It became uncomfortable for me to go to that salon (which of course was a blessing, because I didn’t need to be cooking my skin regularly anyway). But the same thing has happened in pockets all over the city.
This morning it feels like I woke up to the wrong version of Bedford Falls.
No matter, I will keep calm and carry on. And know that:
We can believe that God is in His heaven and that He has a purpose for our lives, which will eventually work out as long as we try to live the way we believe He wants us to live. It has been said that we should “wear the world like a loose garment.” That means that nothing should seriously upset us because we have a deep, abiding faith that God will always take care of us. — Twenty-Four Hours a Day, July 16.