Dear Other States in the Union that Aren’t CA,
Please don’t laugh at what follows.
With that out of the way, let’s talk about Prop. 215. What’s that? It’s California’s (I swear I’m not making this up) Compassionate User act of 1996. Could they have come up with a more touchy-feely name? Oh, that’s right, I live in California. We’re not called the Left Coast for nothing.
Now, I realize both of our calendars say 2010 and if my math holds up, this law was enacted 14 years ago. So, why do I bother bringing it up now? Because of a little situation we ran into a few weeks back. We had an officer make a stop for some traffic violation. One thing led to another and the smell of weed permeated the air. A legal search was conducted. A significant amount of marijuana was located. The driver claimed to have a medical marijuana card. For whatever reason, he was separated from his ganja.
Here’s where things get silly. We (and by “we” I mean the PO-lice) had to take his weed for safekeeping. You read that correctly. He didn’t have his card with him. He had no way to prove he was legal. We just sort of took his word for it. I mean how bad a guy could he be rolling around with a few ounces of weed in his car. At night. From party to party. Compassionate care giver, my ass. Greedy dope dealer seems a bit more accurate to me.
Know what safekeeping means? It means we held on to it, he came back to pick it up, and we gave it back to him! Unreal…
I’m not going to get into a philosophical discussion about the morality/legality/dangers/lack of dangers of using marijuana. What I have a problem with is two-fold:
First, I am not your drug safekeeping haven. You want your weed back? Contact the D.A.’s office about getting it back when they inevitably drop the charges I arrested you for. If you are not in compliance with what 215 says, I’m going to arrest you for it. End of story.
Second, I don’t believe anyone under the age of 20 has any of the following (with great exception): chronic pain, insomnia, back pain, anxiety, knee pain. In my humble opinion, those are easy catch-alls that sketchy Docs use when they write bullshit scrips for these chuckleheads. I’ll grant you the occasional “I survived a heinous crash when I was 17 and now I have to sleep in a body cast every night” reason. Okay?
But, I’m not buying that 19 year old Johnny is so overwhelmed with anxiety and just can’t get his beauty rest so he has to hit the spliff to get some shut eye. I’ve had my bouts with insomnia and anxiety in the past…didn’t resort to drugs (legal or otherwise) to muddle through.
Whatever happened to strength of character? Whatever happened to personal fortitude? Unfortunately, Society as a whole is raising a bunch of snot-nosed, self-entitled, medicated, ingrates that Life is going to ever so gently gore when they hit the land of reality. Kind of reminds me of my favorite commercial right now:
Couldn’t have said it better myself. I salute you, R. Lee Ermey!
Before you get your collective knickers in a bunch, let me wrap up by saying I get the reason behind 215. What pisses me off is those amongst the population that either a) use it as a crutch or b) use it as a legal loophole to deal weed.
So, there you have it, folks. In other states, weed will land you in prison. In CA, the cops hang on to it for you. Heaven forbid we deprive you of your voter enacted rights!