Glaucomatose
Forgive the worst pun ever in the title, but I am going to step away from my newly-stated policy of not talking about politics to express my disappointment that the Supreme Court has ruled, in essence, against the use of medical marijuana. I'm a longtime friend of the cannabanoid lifestyle, but this isn't about lifestyle. It's about health care. One of the justices, I believe it was Old Man Stevens, said that in the current system, unethical doctors can give patients more marijuana than is necessary. First of all, you can never have too much marijuana. Second of all, if the Justice didn't notice, doctors are pretty good at slinging the drugs already.
Last year I went to the emergency room for a minor infection that was causing minor pain and they tried to shoot me with a morphine needle as long as my leg, and also gave me a big bottle of Vicodin when Advil would have sufficed. Two years ago, I went to my doctor, said I was depressed, and he had me on Wellbutrin before lunchtime. You can get Vicodin in this country for a painful zit, so don't talk to me about doctors getting loosey-goosey with the KB.
Here ends the editorial. The weekend found me away from home and I finished two books. One was ANOTHER blurb subject for me, by my friend Paul Collins. It's his new book, The Trouble With Tom, about his extremely entertaining search for the bones of Thomas Paine. But it's really a book about the ephemeral nature of ideas. There's a long section on phrenology that pretty much defines phrenology writing for our time. That was book number 24.
Book number 25 was a reread of The Plot Against America, because I recently attended a top-secret summit of Jewish hipster intellectuals. I wanted to check to see if two-thirds of the book was really as boring as I remembered, and, sure enough, it was. The first two chapters are incredible, and the long section where the plot unfolds is gripping and horrifying, as is the scene where the kid is on the phone after his mother gets killed in a Kentucky pogrom. I still liked the book, but would have preferred less domestic scenes and more cheesy scenes featuring actual historical figures, because I am a moron.
That is all. Toke on, Justice Scalia!