Preaching to the choir?

So. Y'all are probably aware that I'm more or less a hardliner antiprohibitionist. I assume that many of my readership are, as well. If not hardliner, then of a mindset along the lines of: legalize, tax, regulate...whatever.

If you are not, I'd like to hear from you. I'm suffering from...that thing I forgot the name for, where you only hear from people on your side. Incestuous resonance, or something. :) Anyway, if it is your opinion that, for example, the buying/selling/posession/use of marijuana (recreationally...I'm not even talking medicinal) is correctly a criminal act, then please hit me up with some reasoning.

Thank you.

This was basically brought on by this AlterNet article. I'm all in favor of the debate...I'd just like to know what the other side thinks. :)

[EDIT: Feel free to post anonymously, too, if you want. I won't bitch.]

DAMMIT! I suck! :(

I just caused a catastrophe in the kitchen, and not in the usual way by cooking. I dropped a bowl onto a lidded casserole, thereby shattering the lid into a thousand glass shards. The good news is that the majority of these shards fell into the casserole, thereby making kitchen cleanup not so bad. The bad news is that the majority of these shards fell into the casserole, contaminating the foodstuffs within and necessitating its disposal. God dammit.

And this does nothing to help my neurosis about being around other people's stuff. This sucks.

I Suck, Part II: I Suck More!

Christ.

So the food I contaminated wasn't the food I was going to eat for lunch; my lunch was actually in a nearby bowl. After I cleaned up the kitchen, I sat down, fuming, and started to eat. A few bites in, I felt the one thing that could make this situation any worse. *CRUNCH*

I immediately stopped chewing. I'm a human, I said to myself, and it is in my nature to panic. Maybe this is nothing...just a random piece of burnt detritus. Pausing with my half-chewed mouthful, I poked around the remaining food and, indeed, found tiny little glass pieces had fallen into my lunch, as well. Now...I don't know the exact physics of this, but I've seen Oz. Not wanting to tempt the fate of a horrible, hemmorhaging death, I spit the food out and dumped the rest of my lunch along with today's earlier victim.

I'm so pissed at myself right now I can't even tell you. I'm going to go find some more food and calm down.