Time changes lots of things, especially laws. Being drunk in public is no longer an offence, for example, as any night on the town reveals. Once marijuana was a boring illegal drug and it was daring to smoke, but today it's a miracle painkiller, with heaps of previously unknown medicinal properties, so far unproven. What the heck, placebo or not there are fortunes to be made.
Money will decide the issue. If we can sacrifice the iconic Mackenzie Country for more cows, and give our water to foreigners to sell, legalising cannabis is another business opportunity.
Sick people begging for dope from the doctor have triumphed. Next week, or some time soon, we'll be toking weed for our headaches and head colds, arthritis, and hangovers, though there's no scientific proof as yet that it really works. And there will be no downside. It will be so cool.
Not since opium, the Victorians' drug of choice, has a drug been so innocent. Never have users felt so virtuous. On a more practical level, "We need to stop seeing it as a drug and start seeing it as an industry," a cannabis club operator from Uruguay tells us. In a few weeks' time Uruguayans will be able to buy a set monthly amount of cannabis from the chemist for a set price, no questions asked.
The true cost will be bureaucracy prescribing the genetic makeup of cannabis plants and the percentage of psychoactive compounds in their flowers. Oh, and keeping track of users to make sure they don't overdo it. Hopefully.