Of posts, pot and preparing to die
reach much less push the letter into the slot on the top of the mailbox. Without a decent grip the slightest breeze could see my letters go flying down the street. And what about the snowplow and ice? So many of us rarely get out during the winter months.
I would be much more comfortable with these boxes if I knew that somewhere down the road I won’t be paying someone to pick up and deliver my mail. But as things are right now I can see that being a real possibility. We will not only be paying close to a dollar for every letter we mail but we’ll be paying someone to pick it up for us. And I always thought that the mail was something sacred that you didn’t fool with. Silly me. Now medical marijuana: The government has allowed people who use medical marijuana to possess it in various forms such as oils, cookies, creams and whatever else works for them, however, only recently have they allowed dispensaries to sell and growers to manufacture oils. That’s a very good thing because oils high in the non-hallucinogenic CBD have proven to be very helpful to those experiencing seizures and nerve pain. But how about allowing dispensaries to sell marijuana in baked goods, butters, creams — anything to get people away from having to inhale it into their lungs.
Assisted suicide? The Canadian Medical Association suggests that persons wanting to be put out of their misery must request help twice, in writing, two weeks apart. Unable to speak, to see, hold a pen? Come on! They aren’t thinking about the person wanting to end their agony; they’re protecting themselves. Ask us. Please. We’ll tell you how we want to die.