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Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip…
Well, not a trip exactly.

That would require heavier drugs.

Think of this more as an herbal journey.

Dawn Wells, the actress who played “Mary Ann” on “Gilligan’s Island” was busted for pot possession earlier this week.

First of all, let me put your minds at ease.

I am not about to share with you the tired, boring over argued pros and cons of legalizing marijuana.

Because I look at it the way my friend Carla looks at things sometimes.
“In the first place…who cares?”
“And in the second place…
…who cares?”

Which actually segues around very nicely to what it is I do want to share with you.
Caring.

And what we or do not care about.

By the way, before wandering too far away from the leafy plants, I just want to say thanks to Dawn Wells for the very cool story she told the cops. She was pulled over after weaving down the road and when the cops smelled pot, she told them that she had picked up a couple of hitchhikers who were “smoking something”.

She had, of course, dropped the hitchhikers off by the time the police pulled her over.
Wink.

And yet, the aromatic intensity of the cannabis was still alive and well in the Mary Ann mobile.
Wink wink.

I’ll tell you, kids, that’s the problem with this current culture of not only having addictions but feeling like its some kind of badge of honor to walk around bragging about it while leading the paparazzi on a excruciatingly documented journey to rehab.

Nobody ever takes the time anymore to come up with a really good bullshit story about why the car smells like pot.

Way to go, Dawn.

Meanwhile, what was I talking about?
Oh, yeah.
I don’t care.

And I have a large to XL feeling that you don’t really care much either.

I’m trusting you, of course, that we need not bother with the tired, boring over argued pros and cons of legalizing marijuana and that while we don’t condone intoxication to the point of harm or injury, we’re all wise enough to know that being stoned is no more an anomaly in our daily lives than being stressed.

What I’m wondering isn’t why people need to get stoned.
Duhh.

What I’m wondering is why we still care so much about things that don’t really matter.

While we don’t care nearly enough about things that do.

Admittedly, that last sentence was lacking any semblance of objectivity.

It’s my blog. You want to take it upon yourself to speak for millions of other people without their permission, get your own.

Go with me here for a minute.

Why is that we care that Britney Spears’ little sister got knocked up?

But we don’t care about teaching our kids about STD’s sufficiently to prevent the one in four teenage girls who already have one from getting one?

Why is that we care what Michelle Williams has to say about her sadness at the death of her boyfriend Heath Ledger?

But we don’t care about what Cindy Sheehan and thousands of other mothers had to say about the sadness at the death of their sons as a result of a failed foreign policy?

Why is that we care that Bret Favre is “hanging it up” because he is “tired” after many successful seasons as an NFL quarterback…and millions of dollars safely in the bank?

But we don’t care about making candidates for office guarantee us that we wont go under, living paycheck to paycheck each week, working two, even three jobs, even though we’re “tired”, too?

And why do we care if a TV star from forty years ago was caught with reefer?

But we don’t care about demanding a society that should do a better job of preventing young, bright student body presidents from getting shot to death on city streets?

Probably for the same reasons that we spend billions of dollars on sports stadiums while our schools and churches are falling apart.

Life is just too much, man. We need get away from it all.

Pass the pot.

And don’t bogart that joint, Mary Ann.