With Widespread Marijuana Legalization at the Beginning of the Third Millennium

I am left somewhat in the position of one whose idiosyncratic personal hobbyhorse (the Goodness of Dope), which one never expects really ever to share with anyone, has overnight become everyone's crazy favorite obsession. Flabbergasted is just a little of what I feel, and of course deeply fulfilled--and with a thrill of a supposition as to what the cosmic punishment for ingratitude would be--Still, ¿Do you all realize how rational you're being?