Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for August 22, 2010
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Transcript:
Man: Up is the surf, young seahorse! Zonker: And yet it no longer calls to me, master. Man: Uh-oh... Your gaze is wistful today, waterpup. Your thoughts are elsewhere, I sense! Zonker: They are, master. I dream of Oakland. Man: Oakland? What spell could Oakland cast over a son of Malibu? Zonker: They City Council has voted to allow the licensing of marijuana farms, master... for years, I have yearned to openly cultivate cannabis. It is my quest, my field of dreams! But I have not the boundless energy of my youth, and the journey is long. Man: Long? How long? Zonker: To Oakland? Five, six hours. Plus traffic. Man: Then heed me, muskrat! Tool on up the coast you must at night!
I’ve driven Highway 1 between Monterey and Morro Bay, in the daytime (breathtaking vistas, a lovely coastline and forest) and at night (a white-knuckler of twisty turns, a surprise pucker at every turn - only because I had to be there the next day). Stay overnight at either end if you must, so the drive is in daylight.
Prohibition didn’t work in the ’20s, corrupting the police, the courts, and the politicians. It hasn’t worked since, and has had the same effects. It’s way past time to put an end to it.