I have never understood the religious devotion with which marijuana users and activists have taken up their cause.
Even as speakeasies and rumrunners flourished during the dark days of Prohibition, thousands of drunkards, barflies and lounge lizards did not march en masse in the streets demanding its repeal, nor did they claim any greater medical, moral or spiritual benefits to the consumption of alcohol other than that they enjoyed a drink or two now and then.
Yet thousands of potheads can be roused from their stupor around the world to demonstrate in favour of legalizing marijuana, many of them right here in Toronto,where they have just concluded the stoners' Holy Week.
What is it about marijuana that can generate such fanatical commitment from its users, to the point that their lives revolve around it? Surely simple pleasure, or even addiction, cannot explain it.
One fails to see the same dedication from the users of opium, methamphetamine, cocaine, heroin or any other such recreational narcotic, at least from users who have not been completely wrecked by using it.
What elevates this drug, above all other drugs, to a good in itself?