Every year about this time the Boston Common hosts something called Hemp Fest. Ostensibly this gathering is some kind of celebration of the benefits of marijuana. There are a lot of booths selling smoking paraphernalia, magazines extolling the virtues of the weed and food vans of all kinds. Add to all that, impassioned speeches yelling about getting a yes vote on this year’s legalize pot referendum and plenty of ear drum shattering rap music.
I suppose this is all well and good, free speech and all that, but if this crowd is any example of the virtues of the drug, I for one had a hard time seeing it. All I saw was a bunch of young kids sitting around getting stoned and leaving buckets of trash everywhere.