By: G.T. Johnson
If you happened to miss John Stossel’s lecture a couple weeks ago, you missed more than a few hundred college kids trying to one-up each other’s witty moustache comments. Mr. Stossel delivered a refreshingly logical speech on liberty that all college students need to hear, especially those caught in the near indistinguishable blathering of the two major political parties, such as my friend whom I sat with. My buddy is a die-hard Republican whose contempt for the left rivals Anakin Skywalker’s feelings towards Sand People. He attended the lecture under the impression that Stossel was the ideal “anti-liberal” because of his support of the free market. When Stossel spoke in favor of the legalization of drugs, my pal probably felt a bit like the Asian boy in Gran Torino when Clint Eastwood said no to retaliation against the local gang.
As Mr. Stossel understands, it’s hard to believe in freedom when you are against a man’s right to consume a plant. I’m pretty sure plant consumption is about as basic to human instinct as singing along to Don’t Stop Believing. Now don’t think I’m some irresponsible anarchist hippie who drops acid as much as Britney Spears drops her baby; I have less experience with drugs than Tim Tebow has with books (that aren’t the Bible). However, my belief in freedom is not going to diminish just because some of my classmates want to find a way to make Jimmy Fallon’s talk show funny. On top of that, it doesn’t take a night at a Phish concert to realize that the War on Drugs has less been successful than Matt Damon’s attempts to be taken seriously since the release of Team America.
I’m guessing that right about now most would agree that it sure would be nice to get back the hundreds of billions of dollars that have been taxed out of our paychecks in order to do nothing more than create a black market far more dangerous than a Bob Knight locker room after a loss, filled with bears. Look, I understand that some people do destroy their lives in pursuit of a perpetual high. Honestly though, even if you took away all the drugs in the world people would still destroy their lives in pursuit of pleasure and catharsis, and probably in much freakier ways involving sleep deprivation and Hannah Montana that I would rather not think about.
I can’t fail to mention that the costs of this war are increasing faster than the number of “Carrie Prejean sex tape” Google searches. Our elected officials have tied our country up like Ann Darrow in this expensive and bogus excuse of a “war”, but I very much envy her situation because the inevitable repercussions of our increasing spending and debt are going to make King Kong seem about as menacing as our football team’s defense. I’ll end my rant there; I hope I didn’t offend anyone.