When I was a lad in the late 60's and early 70's I received all sorts of anti-drug propaganda. I remember one video in particular featuring Sony Bono were he talked about LSD and tripping and showed some idiot looking in a mirror and seeing a monster face. Um... that didn't do much and all drugs were rolled together as is often done by anti-drug warriors. In fact when many of us did try marijuana the universal reaction was, this is it? This is what they make such a big deal over? This is nothing. For a young person, the refer madness talk was another example of big Government lying to us. If this was a lie, then what else? Suffice it to say that the "Just say no" campaign which came along later for my children, made the same mistake with that generation of young people. The Government did not tell the truth about marijuana. This and Vietnam was only my first examples of doubting the government's stated intentions and I'm sure as hell not a liberal now.
Reefer madness refers to the paranoid state often experienced by users who feel they have irrevocably lost their minds, their identities. They very often acquire a the sense of detachnment, aloofness from family affairs, an unwarranted sense of entitlement versus motivation to work hard for the good in life. The kid who saw a monster in the mirror really did see a monster. Pot drove him crazy, into psychotic, reefer madness, and for you to get a family chuckle out of the destruction of his human consciousness is deplorable and disgraceful.
The marijuana buzz produces a cognitive paradigm that feels right but is actually anti-family, antisocial, and in too many cases produces the desire to get stoned whenever possible, for the simple reason that there is no other way to attain such a fine sense of well-being. The cognitive shift has become street level, so that the marijuana crowd cannot grasp that the Children’s Revolution of the 1960’s was not ideological in its origins. Communism had been around for a long time by then. It was a drug revolution when experimentation, especially with low-potency pot, was fun, fun, fun, and became a rite of passage into the cool breezes of extended adolescence chasing the high life rather than having productive careers and raising families.
All drugs can very well be rolled up into one giant, evil joint that opens the doors of hell, and out comes the righteous, snide, middle-aged proletariate who hate any source of authority but their own, especially those judgmental adults who oppress the have nots. They are all liberals who join together in a massive crusade of liberal liberation from judgment and self-restraint so we can all march into that imminent utopia in the next trip into the zone.