It's April 20, "four-twenty," and by now you're probably blitzed. You're also probably short $80. Because last night, when your pot connection texted you about the specially priced quarters he had on sale for the holiday, you drove 12 miles with the fuel light blinking and dropped four crisp $20s on the table for a sack of "good mids." Why? Because you smoke pot, and today is the day you let everyone--except your boss, parents, girlfriend, grandmother, or little sister--know that you'll be getting high all day.
But guess what, stoner? 4/20's about as legit a holiday as Cinco de Mayo and St. Patrick's Day. That $80 sack of stems and seeds you bought was a waste of money, just like the cheap tequila you'll drink next month or the green beer you puked up in March.
Pot is already generally accepted. It has been for years. We know doctors, lawyers, teachers, bloggers, college kids, janitors, etc. who smoke pot. Big deal. They know it's illegal, but don't give a fuck because at the end of the day it's a slap on the wrist if they're ever caught.
Most of them would be first-time offenders so they'd sign a promise to appear, and go about their day as if nothing more than a speeding ticket briefly interrupted their lives. But most importantly, they'd go about smoking.
Habitual criminals? Hardly, they're we're just people doing what we do, and don't need to make a big fucking fuss about getting high by sticking-it-to-the-man via massive outdoor 4/20 smoke sessions. Whether we like or not, we have to accept the fact that what we do is illegal, and there may be consequences. But accepting that reality is the only way we'll "win" the war on drugs.
April 20 is a novelty holiday for people that smoke weed twice a year--on their birthday and Hitler's birthday. If you're truly passionate about the right to blaze and government legalizing/decriminalizing pot, then turn your back on 4/20, and go about your life taking bong rips like it's no big deal.
Eventually Washington will back off--like they did with prohibition in 1933--because we're in a goddamn recession, and it'd be in their best interest to profit off the harmless plant we opt to smoke. Don't take our word for it, let Miami's next mayor, Uncle Luke, speak the truth.
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