Mr. Moon has gone back to Monticello for more set work. I mean- this is just awesome! And bless his heart!
I feel sort of guilty but that's my default emotion so what the hell?
All right. I want to ask a question- if the state of Florida is so damn worried about the money it takes to run the prisons that they're going to privatize them, why don't they do something even smarter like let all the pot-offenders out?
I'm just having some very deep questions in my heart about prisons to begin with. I mean, sure, there are people who really need to be separated from the rest of society. Yep. I'll buy that. Child abusers. Rapists. Serial killers. Bernie Madoff.
Oh yeah. Can't have them running around.
But there are so many people in prison for things like pot and other non-victim-related crimes and why? Why the hell should the damn state care whether or not people smoke pot or sell pot or grow pot? Man, you can hardly stop that stuff from growing. Not that I'd know anything about that personally. Of course.
According to the NORML website, the US spends over a billion dollars a year on imprisoning people for marijuana-related offenses.
That's a bullshit waste of money if you ask me.
Well, no one asked me.
I don't know. Prisons are just completely a mystery to me. Doesn't seem to me that they do much good at rehabilitation. They let weirdo Christians into them to have Bible classes. That alone is bizarre. I knew a guy who did those Bible classes and his idea of good literature was The Left Behind series. Really? I wonder if I was in prison if I would become born-again out of sheer boredom. Maybe. Especially if it took some time off my stay with the state. Or, the company who was running the prison. That just seems wrong to me- to have COMPANIES running prisons. I mean, the more "customers" they have, the better, right? Won't this lead to at least some subtle push for more arrests? I'm not even going to go into the whole horrible situation wherein something like 10% of black males face jail time at some point in their lives for doing things that white people do all the time who DON'T go to jail.
Nah. Why talk about that?
And I SURE don't want to talk about the War On Drugs and what a great thing for our country that's been. And how successful.
Now speaking of the Rapture (and you know I do love to speak of the Rapture), when I was in Mexico I saw a pair of smallish sandals on a sidewalk arranged so perfectly that it looked as if whoever had been in them had just suddenly arisen out of them. I wondered what it would be like if the Rapture happened and so few qualified to be raptured (I just love that word) that no one noticed. Like maybe four people in the whole world just suddenly went missing.
Damn. I might as well talk about nuclear physics now because I don't really know anything about THAT subject either.
Well, here's something I DO know for sure and that's the fact that my buckeye is leafing out.
This perhaps faux Spring just has me in a tizzy. I did not plant one damn pansy this winter. And now it's about time for the impatiens. My pots where these things go are empty and sad-looking. Should I go buy some pansies and plant them and then replace them in a few weeks or just leave them empty? I don't know. I feel like I should be planting something. My salad greens in the garden are bolting already. That's ridiculous! It's only February 4th.
I think I'll go to town and hit the library and maybe a cheap plant outlet. I can't allow myself to go to any of the nurseries yet. That would end up being expensive.
I am SO pissed that Target shut down their gardening sections here. Did they all? I loved their gardening section. It was so pleasant and I always found cool plants for cheap. Little surprises and lovely begonias. Remember when I was obsessed with begonias? I think that was a grandchild-substitute thing. Then I got a real grandchild and now most of my begonias are dead.
Too bad this doesn't work with small dogs.
Anyway, you can still get made-in-China garden gnomes at Target and I have nothing against made-in-China garden gnomes but garden gnomes, no matter where they are made are pathetic without plants to watch over.
Okay. I've rambled enough.
See you at the Mockingbird tonight?
As Owen would say, "Maybe!"