Comment: Whyever in hell would I be angry?

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Whyever in hell would I be angry?

Though if the arrival at the door were really a friend of mine, he'd likely know that I don't smoke anything at all, and never have.

As for the youngster, I raised my children (and am raising grandkids) to know about the realities of psychoactive substances, both physiological and sociocultural, including the consequences of getting nailed by the government goons in their hideous "War on (Some) Drugs."

Better every modern American child should know about this hateful aspect of life as soon as they can manage an understanding thereof.

Unlike the author of this piece, I've been almost entirely abstemious when it comes to alcohol, nicotine, and drugs, but that's not because of any particular virtue on my part. I simply don't like anything that impairs (or might impair) the function of my central nervous system.

What others find pleasurable in that stuff just sails right to hellangone past me.

But then, of course, I'm surrounded by an overwhelming number of people who find no appeal in speculative fiction, Austrian School economics, or the music of Tom Lehrer, so I figure I'm entitled to my own lack of interest in their amusements.

"In this world of sin and sorrow there is always something to be thankful for. As for me, I rejoice that I am not a Republican." [H.L. Mencken]