This week, CNN reported there’s a new improved, more potent variety of grass out there, as if it were a new strain of the swine flu. The anchor said the new high-concentrated THC reefer results in paranoia and irritability.
Irritability, bull. Some biologists define “alive” as being irritable, able to respond to a stimulus. The word means literally “capable of being excited or disturbed.” Of course, a head (mj smoker) is going to become irritable if immersed in thought. Anyone can become irritable, and it’s not necessarily a bad thing.
But it’s paranoia that is totally bull. On grass one doesn’t become naturally paranoid, but rather naranoid—the exact opposite condition. THC isn’t at fault; society is to blame. Smoking grass is a crime, what does CNN expect?
Suppose grass were legal, then there would be no reason to feel paranoid. If everybody got high, people would feel a natural trust and love of fellow voyagers through space on the cruise ship Earth. We all share the same sad fate: nonexistence. So let’s enjoy every second of this life while we’re here—and being good to one another makes it a lot easier and a lot more fun.
Naranoids think everybody is out to do them good. Naranoids walk into a bar and expect everyone to buy them a drink. Naranoids hear real voices and think they’re hallucinating. Naranoids buy lottery tickets and believe loses go to help Education.
Picture a naranoid world instead of paranoid. If naranoids spot a hitchhiker on the highway, “What a rush.” We can help out somebody, save petrol, and maybe make a new friend that we’ll get to like. Maybe, the hitchhiker will pass on the good deed. There has to be something wrong with a society when we can’t pick up a kid hitchhiking. Why are people so alienated from one another?
Try this: select a random channel on the TV and see how long it takes for some violent act. Not just yelling, scolding and bullying—but killing one another with guns, knives and any menacing weapon you can think of. The average time is two minutes.
As citizens of a great country, we shouldn’t have to fear one another. Something is wrong and it ain’t grass. The powers that be have managed to turn us against one another, so badly that we can’t pick up a hitchhiker.
“Gnuck, Gnuck,” as Abbie used to say, enough paranoia.” Bring on naranoia.