We are the problem?

I was reading an article on the ultra top secret Texas ranger recon team that they have patrolling their border now... And I got to this point:

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Pressed for an example of a Ranger Recon success, McCraw grabbed the most recent mission report and read that in one day, a team arrested 22 people and seized 1,739 pounds of marijuana. He offered no other details.

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What, Marijuana? Cannabis!? The most docile drug apart from horse tranquilizers! THAT is what is causing so much violence? This violence is seriously being caused by the easiest plant to grow in the world? Not heroin, not cocaine, not some new exotic cat urine extract...

Weed.

I am not into drugs of any type, I want to make that clear. But if people are risking their lives to deliver this to the United States market... has not the market spoken? That "free market" that everyone loves so dearly?

If we just made marihuana [sic] legal the supply would boom (cannabis is one of the fastest growing biomasses on the planet), price would drop, and the Mexican drug lords would wither and die very quickly.

I am sure it is more complicated than that, but from where I see it, we are the problem.

Texas Recon Rangers

Night Terror- 0140 22 June 2010

I awoke to find myself paralyzed, i kept my eyes closed and hoped I would have a seizure so that my roommate would awaken me. As the familiar warm rumbling encased my body I felt and heard water hit the top left of my head, I thought of being pissed on. Cursing "Fuck you god!" the rumbling grew, "If you exist then who are you?" I thought, and before me was a complex symbol I could not understand with a blue-black starburst behind it. The symbol had a sword in it. "Who are you!" I thought again, then before me I saw a face hewn from stone with a decepticon symbol on it's forehead. "That is not helpful asshole!" Then I awoke.

However silly that sounds that is what just happened to me. Night terrors have happened before, but I have not had the symptom of feeling another presence ever, let alone one that seemed to react to my attempts at defiance and escape. They are scary, and the mean side of lucid dreams. Imagine waking up in the prison of your own mind.

Up until now, sleep has been my solace, a safe place I can go always. Now it seems even my mind will deny me rest...

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