I wonder if Democrats smoke more weed than Republicans? 
Marcus Stanley, Barbara Boxer’s senior economic advisor got busted trying to conceal marijuana as he entered the Hart Senate Office Building. Of course, he immediately resigned:
The aide, Marcus Stanley, was stopped by Capitol Hill Police at an entrance to the Hart Senate building on Tuesday when officers found him with “a green, leafy substance which tested positive for marijuana,”1 a spokeswoman told The Wall Street Journal.
Stanley faces a misdemeanor charge of marijuana possession. Boxer Spokesman Zachary Coile said Stanley submitted his resignation “because his actions yesterday were wrong and unacceptable.”
I was listening to NPR, and apparently a dozen people have been arrested by Capitol Police in the last year for weed possession. I think that’s what I heard on the radio this afternoon. Who knows.
Who cares?!
I also heard that during recess, it’s party time at the U.S. Capitol. Forget the suits and ties and high heels. Senate aides walk around in flip flops! (And dress clothes??) Actually, I have no trouble picturing the attire in my head. I went to UVA where students dress up for football games. Seriously. Usually the men wear khaki cargo shorts, with a shirt and tie, and the women wear flowery dresses and hats but still… WHO DRESSES UP FOR FOOTBALL GAMES?! Certainly not the law students.
And don’t even get me started on Foxfield Races. Foxfield Races is a steeplechase held once in the fall and once in the spring out in the Charlottesville boonies. Imagine hundreds of people all dressed up in sundresses and hats and shirts and ties, drinking whatthefuckever out of red party cups, and getting blitzed out of their minds in the middle of a field with the hot Virginia sun crapping on your head. Were there horses? Sure, I guess. Frankly, I barely remember. All I know is that people in the south are weird, yo. (Not that there’s anything wrong with it.) If you’re gonna get drunk in the South, you damn well better look good doing it.
Ah, memories… misty water-colored memories.
But back to the point at hand. What was I talking about? Oh yeah.
The point at hand is: WTF?! On so many levels.
First, how dumb do you have to be to walk into a federal building with narcotics on your person? ::ahem, you know who you are::
Second of all, why the hell is marijuana not legal?
It should be legalized and then taxed. (And then it should be dispersed through the ventilation system at the Capitol into the office of every Republican. Something tells me that more Democrats than Republicans smoke weed. Also, Tea Partiers should be required to smoke it; they need to chill the fuck out.)
It is stupid as hell that you can’t smoke a little pot without breaking the law (unless you live in one of the 14 states where marijuana is legal for medical purposes, and you just happen to have a fake case of the glaucoma) while alcohol, which studies show is a lot more harmful than marijuana2, is perfectly legal. You can throw down a twelve pack of beers, get all drunk and ornery and go fight someone. That’s cool. But you can’t smoke a bunch of weed and sit and stare into space and giggle while talking about world peace, man. That’s so not cool. I bet no one has ever gotten high and gone home and beat their wife. Hell, even DUIs involving potheads lead to hilarity:
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Yesterday at the 238th National Meeting of the American Chemical Society in Washington, D.C., Pablo Escobar and his merry band of cocaine snorting scientists discovered that 
