Wednesday, June 23, 2010

I don't "Love" "Two" "Smell" "Magic Carpets"

This morning while getting ready for work, I heard Ke$ha's* song "Your Love is My Drug." I didn't really think much of it because: I listen to hit radio in the mornings, so there's limited selection, and I hadn't woken up feeling like P. Diddy.

While driving to work, the morning radio wasteland—with its plethora of bad jokes, trivia contests, and traffic updates without a single non-jingle tune playing—led me to extensive dial-changing. I had finally settled on a quasi-Indie station, which started playing "Smoke Two Joints," which is a really blatant song about, well, smoking two joints.

At work, I listen to Pandora (my work speakers were the best things to ever happen to me - I sit at my desk and listen to Pandora play softly, mixed with the gentle hum of my typing). When "That Smell" by Lynyrd Skynyrd came on, I almost had to skip it because, even though the lead singer is actually appalled at the drug abuse in his band, the song is about the smell of drugs, and that's not really "workplace appropriate."

To round out my trippy day, Steppenwolf's "Magic Carpet Ride" also played—and although it's less obvious than the previous selections, even my little sister knew this song was about drugs when she was around 11.

It wasn't 4/20, I wasn't in Boulder, and I wasn't tripping - there were just a lot of songs about drugs that played today. It got me thinking about drug legalization. While many of my libertarian-leaning friends advocate drug legalization for taxation purposes, I do not. There are lots of things that the government could tax if it only legalized them—prostitution, for one. If people will pay for nasal and mental pleasures, imagine the lucrative possibilities of the carnal ones!

Part of living in a free society, however, is that you can't do whatever you want just because technically you can. In other words, freedom needs morality to survive without becoming anarchy. Morality dictates that, even in a free market, some things are simply not for sale. Bodies happen to be one of these things—and I would argue that drugs are another. We have decided that the societal cost of drug legalization would outweigh the societal cost of the status quo. We limit many things (legal blood alcohol levels, number of guns you can purchase, how many boxes of blueberries you can buy when they're 10 for $10), because a society where everything is available in unlimited amounts quickly becomes a mob.

Beyond that, entities tend to be resistant to increased competition, because it drives down their prices and hurts their profit margins. The fantasy land of increased tax revenues coming from legalized marijuana ignores the very real possibility that legalization makes cartel-related violence worse, not better. If you take away a crop of income from committed criminals, I don't think their go-to instinct is to say "God bless Adam Smith" and continue commerce as usual.

On top of these reasons, imagine a world of legalized drug usage—Ke$ha, bless her heart, might look NORMAL.

I listened to all this in:
Small houndstooth-print high-waisted pencil skirt with side-ruffle, white button-up shirt (tucked in), pink heart-shaped earrings, silver watch with chain of consecutive circles, and black and gray wingtip-inspired heels.

*No really. That's how she decided to spell her stage name. The woman is 23 years old, and spells her name with random punctuation. Maybe I should be @le*@ndr@? Oh wait, no. That looks RIDICULOUS.


  1. I don't believe there's a limit on the number of guns you can purchase. I sit next to a guy at work who would be in jail if that were the case....

    I've made it a habit to read your blog. Go Dander!

    Uncle David

  2. Ooohhh! That is great news. In NYC, there is definitely a limit. That limit is basically 0.
    Thanks for reading! I really appreciate it!