Saturday, October 01, 2005

Politics are Personal

The dead speak to me in a language only I can decipher. Sometimes, they even tell me what to do. Perhaps that sounds like morbid psychosis (or goth melodrama). But read on, and you'll understand...

My beloved grandfather passed away from lung and brain cancer six months ago. He was a strong and and gentle man, a World War II veteran, father of four, and a lifelong fire captain with the city of Fort Worth. He respected the law. He wasn’t the type of guy who would turn his own kids into the police when they started smoking cannabis in the 60's, but he never used it himself, because it was illegal.

After my grandfather learned he had cancer, he chose not to fight it with chemotherapy. Our family respected his wishes, struggled against our own grief, and tried to support him through the difficult process of dying. During his final week on earth, he was unable to eat and suffered from intense nausea, vomiting, cramping, and diarrhea. He was also in pain, and under the heavily sedating and addictive narcotic influence of morphine. When he was not knocked out from the physician-prescribed opiates, he was on the toilet, coping with his symptoms.

Finally, with the blessing of the family who loved him, my grandfather tried something he had never tried before – cannabis. The herb allowed him to eat his final meal, and he was able to take less morphine for a while. He was able to spend valuable quality time with his loved ones. It was a gift to us all.

My only regret is that cannabis wasn't legally available for him to use earlier in his symptomatic progression. There is absolutely no reason why the law should have treated my grandfather as a criminal in his last hours of life. It enrages me to think that if the Bush’s (so much for compassionate conservatism) and Clinton’s (so much for bleeding hearts) had their way, my grandfather would have spent his final moments wasting in a jail cell, separated from his family and his medicine, scared and in pain, while our tax dollars were wasted to torment a dying man (and his family) who was a good citizen, a patriotic proletariat who cared deeply about his community.

It makes me feel like walking up to the White House and screaming…

YOU SWORE TO DEFEND THE CONSITUTION. YOU CLAIM TO SPEAK FOR THE PEOPLE WITH AUTHORITY GIVEN BY GOD. HOW DARE YOU DEFILE WHAT IS BEAUTIFUL AND NOBLE? HOW DARE YOU LIE TO THE CITIZENS YOU REPRESENT, IN ORDER TO LUBRICATE YOUR CORPORATE LOBBYISTS WITH SPECIAL INTEREST FAVORS AND PAYOLA? HOW DARE YOU TRAMPLE ON FUNDAMENTAL LIBERTIES THAT WERE NOT GRANTED BY YOU, BUT BY THE CREATIVE FORCE OF LIFE YOU CLAIM TO SERVE! YOU ACT LIKE LATENT MOLESTERS, TREATING THE PEOPLE LIKE CHILDREN AND THEN LOOKING FOR A REASON TO PUT YOUR HANDS ALL OVER THEM! TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF US, YOU TWISTED POWER JUNKIES!!

Okay, I'm back now...

To the “conservative” lurker who recently wrote me, quoting the Bible, advocating the incarceration of sick and dying people for using cannabis to ease their symptoms… Hate to disappoint you, but it's too late for you to arrest my grandpa. I hope you develop enough mercy for your fellow human beings to cease placing the letter of the law above its spirit. Otherwise, your hypocrisy may separate you from the source of light and love within you.

Nobody messes with my family. As some rednecks say in rural Texas, I'll open a can of whoop-ass if they do.

Okay, G-Daddy. Mission accomplished. Hope I did you justice...

6 Comments:

Blogger cher said...

that's too bad that you had to go through that. regardless that dying is a part of life, it is NEVER easy when it happens to someone you love and respect dearly.

pot in small quantities, for the purpose of smoking, not selling is legal where i live. too bad you and your loved ones had to go through that.

the truly bizarre thing to me is that not that long ago, Dr's perscribed pot for women with menstral cramps. now it's illegal almost everywhere.

7:59 PM  
Blogger Ms Misanthropist said...

A salute to your grandpa.

9:03 PM  
Blogger Scented Orchirds said...

it must've been tough for you, having to watch someone close to you spending the last days of his life in great pain.i've been there.
it is unjustified to term ur grandpa as a criminal, he did it to ease his pain. Moreover, he got to spend the last moments of his life with the family...how can that be drug abuse?

10:04 PM  
Blogger Lone Ranger said...

You can thank the LIBERALS on the Supreme Court for federal drug laws. When Californians voted to legalize medical marijuana, it was the LIBERALS on the Supreme Court who ruled that users were still in violation of federal drug laws. Had conservatives been in the majority, they would have ruled that the Constitution says nothing about drugs, therefore they are a matter left to the states.

10:57 PM  
Blogger Trying2BMe said...

Your post was very touching. Your grandfather was quite a hero in my eyes. Even though losing a loved one is a hard thing to deal with, it is better to lose them than watch them suffer. I am glad that he found peace in the end. Regardless of the means, he had some comfort in his last days and how can that be wrong?

God bless your family and to hell with the politicians that think they know best.

8:04 AM  
Blogger RolandSmoke said...

My condolences on the loss of your grandfather. I recently lost my grandmother (dad's side), however, we were fortunate not to have to deal with a pained death.

I did have the pleasure of being with my grandfather (mother's side) when he was dying. It was tough, but a wonderful experience for me to be able to talk with him for the last few weeks. He had liver cancer that migrated to his prostate, so it was a pretty tough experience.

Anyway, I agree with you completely. There are a lot of us out there with the same ideas, but don't seem to have a collective voice. I think the blogosphere gives us a place to come together.

Please come visit me at http://uwannano.blogspot.com. If you are interested we can swap links on our page. Good luck to you and stay out of the box.

1:12 PM  

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