Book of Daze

Book of Daze: THC Rules Day

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“It’s OK as long as you don’t inhale.”

The average American pick-up truck has gained 1,142 pounds since 1990. Theaverage American, about the same. Theaverage Phish tune, in concert, added nearly two minutes around its middle, and personal pizzasgot25 percent larger. Go big or go home: The11th Commandment writ large.

Could the engine driving this Brobdingnagian mindset be tetrahydrocannabinol  (THC), the psychoactive, I-wanna-take-you-higher ingredient in weed? You bet your bong hit, Skippy. THC is, was, and always will be thee 4-H club for all stoners. It’ll get ya happy, horny, hungry, and high…even if you can’t buy it at Bed Bath & Beyond.

The mean THC level in marijuana, a measly 4 percent in 1995, partied on up to 12 percent by 2014 and is said to hover near 21 percent today. Unfortunately, pot is prevented by its genetic makeup from exceeding 35 percent THC while still remaining vital.

Fortunately, distillation wizards can get around that road block and deliver us this day THC levels that average between 70 and 90 percent (and top out even higher) in a variety of concentrated forms suitable for vaping, dabbing, and other, less cultured, means of matriculation.

Now that THC has reached its apex…at about the same time that CBD began showing up in your local gas station…what does that portend for pizzas, pick-ups, Phish tunes, and Walmart shoppers?

A baby curiously touching a man's face while he lies on grass.

Don’t look to religion for answers. None of the leading religions has ever said anything useful about drugs. AI, for all its self-important swagger, is limited to regurgitating what has already been published somewhere on the internet. Politics? What’s THC got to do with saving the soul of America, which always appears to be at stake?

Good thing the size of America isn’t at stake. That battle’s been sailed, the  ship has been lost, and we are here as on a darkling plain surrounded by ignorant armies of pick-up trucks the size of earth movers, people the size of Lizzo, and personal pizzas as big as man hole covers … while Phish plays a eighty-minute version of “Divided Sky” on endless loop in the background.

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The preceding is satire. Straight up, Skippy. No warranties are expressed or implied. For life advice, try a professional. For investment tips, try a dart board. For salvation, the gentleman in the robe has been handling that portfolio for 2,000 years.