Au contraire, mon FReeper.
I think the tourist of 2024 could fly in with a duffle bag of cartons of nails, and trade those for amazing discounts on lodging and recreation.
Me? I'd say charter a boat from the West Coast, fill it with a container of smokes. Give the captain and crew a healthy tip, and move the cargo once you get there.
But I get seasick. Not for me.
Cue the "mental disorder" for Leftists...
On the other hand, this may generate a cottage industry of household tobacco growers.
They started paying Maryland farmers to stop growing tobacco a long time ago.
But I think it’s still legal to farm it; and in most places legal to grow some for personal use.
I’ve never smoked marijuana, don’t know what it’s like, don’t think it’s good for people - (my father, who once smoked some down in Texas in the late 1940s, said he didn’t know why anybody would want that if there was a beer or good shot of whiskey around).
But I like the occasional tobacco smoke, and would like to learn to grow it. And I think it’s important to save all plants in case we don’t yet know the extent of their properties.
As the coiner of that phrase, please allow me to offer a slight correction:
It's, 'Au contraire, mon freep.'