Tom and Deb got raided and went to jail. Cops claim they had pot to a felonious degree. Local radio reports:
The Osceola County Sheriff's Office says deputies allegedly found drug paraphernalia*, concentrated marijuana wax and marijuana plant material.
Party animals. Spiked hair. Tongue studs. The scourge of sanctified Sibley. Right?
As good citizens bent on ensuring the continued morality of all our youth, we must ignore a point or two in this case. Tom has a spotless criminal record; not even a traffic ticket in court records. Same with Deb, although she was associated with a probate action related to the death of a relative. Very suspicious.
Tom is 67. Deb is 58. Those are ages when time-ravaged bodies may start aching in ways that pot, in one form or another, can relieve.
Cops don't reveal many details because "Ongoing Investigation. Ongoing, I tell you!" So I may be reading the case quite badly before opining: "This one does not pass the smell test."
So far I have this image of Tom and Deb in their own home, doors shut, hoping the internet article they read about reducing ditch weed to analgesic oil was correct.
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Iowa did pass a medical marijuana law last year after a protracted legislative gong show. If you have severe epilepsy you can get a certain kind of marijuana oil if you travel out-of-state to buy it and are successful with several other hoop jumps. That doesn't mean the cops can't haul you off to jail if they catch you trying to control pain. It just means that you can pay your lawyer to go to court and offer your disease as an an "affirmative defense."
Speaking of pay, the last report has it that Tom and Deb are in jail, trying to scrape up a $7,000 bond so they can go home and make some nice chicken soup. (Edit to update: They're out now.)
Doesn't this make us all feel safer?
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Once in a while I decide I need to report that I think using pot for kicks is stupid. I've never seen evidence that stoners are having much fun. Same with alkies.
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*Including zip-lock bags and "small spoons." Makes me wonder how much trouble I'm in if I still have the one Mom saved for me, the one with the blue ribbon tied in a bow and engraved with a birth date.
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