Wednesday, June 4, 2014

The Night Maureen Dowd Got Hi on Chocolate Marijuana

"Sitting in my hotel room in Denver, I nibbled off the end and then, when nothing happened, nibbled some more. I figured if I was reporting on the social revolution rocking Colorado in January, the giddy culmination of pot Prohibition, I should try a taste of legal, edible pot from a local shop."

"What could go wrong with a bite or two?" (read more)
 

38 comments:

john said...

It's dangerous for New Yorkers our there in the real world.

You're on your own, Maureen. West of the Hudson is no place for the weak.

Unknown said...

She described perfectly what a bad trip feels like.

I had one once. In high school. Used to smoke pot for fun, occasionally, after school.
I told myself back then that dabbling in rec drug use was not something I wanted to carry into my adulthood. Then I had a bad trip. That ended any and all pot smoking from that day forward.

The problem with pot is that you never know what kind of "high" you are going to get. Fun, happy, mellow - or paranoid evil and agitated (where you're begging any deity who will listen to take the crazy away)

No thanks.

But legalized pot was supposed to be a panacea! Our salvation! Perfection! Tax revenue! Our wonderful legislators were going to treat it just like alcohol. So easy. No negative consequences.

Don't get me wrong, I don't see criminalization as the answer. That was a bust. But the idea that the stoned masses makes for a healthy society? Bullshit.

Normally, reading Maureen is itself like a bad trip. Good on her for the experiment.

Dad Bones said...

Maureen should stick to Chardonnay just as Bergdahl should have with ballet. There's a place for pot and the Army, but not for everyone.

Aridog said...

MoDo sez...

... the Colorado Symphony just had its first “Classically Cannabis” fund-raiser with joints and Debussy...

Debussy? Say f'in' whot?! Whack up some Thai Stick and tune in to The White Rabbit!!

Then chill with Miguel Rios y Beethoven ...among my favorite tunes back in the day when nothing made sense and everything was chaos.

I still have the Miguel Rios album. English on one side, Spanish on the other.

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deborah said...

Back in the day the good stuff was Kona Gold and Panama Red, as far as I knew. If today's pot has been highly selected for potency it could be a whole new ball game.

john said...

Don't forget Maui Wowi.

Aridog said...

April Apple said...

But the idea that the stoned masses makes for a healthy society?

No...but they make for a compliant society. One that takes orders without resistance.

deborah said...

I'm afraid I did...and Thai stick lol.

Darcy said...

I tweeted this to Dowd, but I'll say it here too: I haven't tried pot since I was about 14, but if I had decided to try pot in a candy bar, I would have eaten the whole thing too.

Chocolate!

Anyway, good to know. I may partake someday.

Trooper York said...

That is not Maureen Dowd.

Her tits are not that nice.

Trooper York said...

She hasn't updated her photo in many years. This is what she actually looks like.

deborah said...

I'll split the bar with you Darce to save you from the fetal position. I'm that noble.

Darcy said...

@Deborah
Yay! :)

ricpic said...

We have to create a culture of responsibility around edibles...

And pray tell how do you do that? Isn't responsibility the toad in the road to potheads?

Unknown said...

Leftists think that they can legislate everything. Pie in the sky hi high pie sky hi thinking.

john said...

I didn't know Maureen Dowd had wings, but I guess I should have.

deborah said...

I have to question her common sense. How hard was it to google the amount she should start with and how long until it took effect? I smell a rat.

Synova said...

Honestly, I'm not even curious.

If I get cancer and need an appetite to get over the chemo, I'd probably try it.

ampersand said...

Turns out she made a mistake. She was tripping on an EX-LAX bar.

AllenS said...

OK, AllenS was a pot smoker. As a matter of fact, I've probably tried every drug, to, well, just make sure. It's not a good choice to make. However, when I look back and think about being high, and then today, thinking about looking up and seeing MoDo, I'd have to say that I probably would have said "bummer."

Titus said...

Clarification-she is not a New Yorker; she lives in DC.

edutcher said...

Be interesting to find out how many people find out it ain't all groovy, after all.

PS Darcy and deborah, my motto is, "I'd give up chocolate, but I'm no quitter".

Chip Ahoy said...

Maureen Dowd, ha ha ha ha ha. The name alone, that right there tells you she's not the person to go to for opinion on pot. Go have fifteen cocktails Maureen, you'll snap right back to normal.

The idea that she went to an airport flew in an airplane got a hotel room just to test edibles is muy ridiculoso ni sensato tampoco. What a waste. Wasted effort all around. But that's the NYT for you. Now tell us all about curbing our energy requirements for averting global warming. I love that bedtime story. Preach it, Baby, we never do get enough bullshit. Maureen Dowd, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. She could have stepped outside her own office and got a joint right there on any NY street. She could have got a joint in her own office and made brownies herself.

One of the heaviest drinkers I know still relates a story about pot-brownies and a concert at Red Rocks that happened 40 years ago at least. Most boring story I ever heard, over and over and over and over, so apparently a memorable if uncomfortable event. And that was when pot was much weaker than now. Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug.

Rabel said...

I am in awe of Instapundit's tag line - "The Dowd Abides."

Don't know if he came up with it himself, but it's pure bloggy greatness.

Amartel said...

Hunter S. Thompson phoned in from beyond the grave to say "you're doing it wrong."

Thompson being Thompson it was unclear whether "it" referred to (1) reporting, (2) drugs, (3) life, or (4) all of the above.

Amartel said...

It is kind of funny that she went all the way out there to, like, northern midwesternflyoverstan, to report, gonzo style, on the culmination of a long sought liberal ideal, LEGAL WEED, MAN, AND IT'S MADE OUT OF CHOCOLATE, YAAARGHHH ... and ended up cowering in her hotel room frightened out of her mind.

Bleach Drinkers Curing Coronavirus Together said...

This is a funny post, and absolutely warranted. She sounds stupid, and makes it seem like liberals can't handle freedom. Anyway, it sounds like this is the sort of childishness she moves on to once she's done selling books about why the gender that's not attracted to her needs to go away.

Bleach Drinkers Curing Coronavirus Together said...

Panama Red,

Lol. That's what Robert DeNiro called Ben Stiller in Meet the Parents!

If today's pot has been highly selected for potency it could be a whole new ball game…

From what I've heard, it is. Way much moreso. OTOH, maybe it encourages them to smoke less. I don't know. But with more of it out there, it seems inevitable you'd get a proliferation of softer strains, as well. It reminds me of how the pre-Temperance movement scenes at the opening song from Cheers showed people engaged in acts of all sorts of wild abandon, and not in a way that makes me think beers were as popular then as they are now. If I had to guess, people probably drank way more hard liquor in America then and way more beer now, and I'll bet you weed would go the same way.

The Dude said...

Some people just can't handle their drugs.

rcocean said...

Chip has it right. Dowd looks like your classic sneaky boozer. The type who drinks in private and takes a nip there and a nip here at parties and ends up smashed.

Always half-drunk and never sober. Which explains a lot.

rcocean said...

But to be honest, I'll take a boozer over a pot head.

Tradition.

Plus booze isn't a gateway to anything, except more booze.

Evi L. Bloggerlady said...

Maureen Dowd is so desperate for attention she will parody herself.

The Dude said...

Didn't some other loser jump out a window the other day? Well, we can only dream of what might have been...

deborah said...

Amartel FTW

I feel pretty sorry for her as far as being lonely. I doubt that she's constantly semi-smashed, but yeah, a couple three glasses of wine at night. Loneliness is a cursed thing.

Unknown said...

I like her description of her bad hi. It's like bad trip poetry.

Agreed Rabel - The Dowd Abides is hilarious. Wish I would have thought of it.

ndspinelli said...

Annie was pontificating on this. What a pair of assholes. I would love to watch a death match and then kill the winner.

ndspinelli said...

Just kidding, I wouldn't kill the winner. I would make her live her life w/ lawnboy.