Lungs and Reefer

Or, a Message from the Valpolicella Lobby ... 

At the very same time that liberally minded, anti-establishment persons condemn cigarette smoking -- which injects, mostly thanks to the courtesy of large money-making corporations -- harmful substances into the USA people's fragile lungs -- there are, among such liberally minded persons, some who advocate the legalization of marijuana, a substance (Allah/God/Jehovah -- in alphabetical order -- may know what its effects really are) being also injected (for the most part) into American bodies via our very same USA fragile lungs.

Of course sending a teenager to jail for smoking reefer is idiotic. Still, taxpayers should be getting far more objective information from our federal/state governments about the potential medical dangers of injecting marijuana into our bodies (granted, in a far more "gentle" way than via a heroin needle into our fragile veins that produce, arguably, greater false dreams).

And there should be careful regulations about marijuana's non-medical use/distribution before large corporations go big-time selling yet another, bingo-money-making drug at their tremendous profits -- with dangers (not sufficiently researched) to the health of ordinary Americans (especially the young).

Please -- I am no medical doctor. Just a USA ordinary citizen concerned about cancer, the son of an exceptional mother, who died from cancer (not quite clear what the cause was), but she was an incessant smoker for decades, until she courageously quit and never smoked again. But I fear that discipline did not prevent her death (which may not have been, strictly speaking, a form of lung cancer).

I much worry about the fragile lungs of our Republic, lungs without which no human being can live on earth, where "oxygen" may have been a historical exception in the history of our small planet, as some studies suggest.

Are not our fragile lungs being assaulted by toxic substances (name your favorite pollutants) enough as it is?

P.S. Mind you, I am a wine (whine) drinker, per family tradition. So take the above with a grain-of-Valpolicella (essentially a cheap, generic Italian peasant wine -- much better, some say, than clorinated water -- as you enjoy a good cheap pasta in a restaurant you can't afford):).

So I am in no position to preach, except about our fragile lungs, as a person who lost his mother.