An
interesting (well, perhaps)
British slant on this dates from last year, and the
Tory party conference.
Anne Widdecombe, failed
novelist and
crypto-fascist opposition minister nicknamed "Doris Karloff" for her resemblance to
Frankenstein's monster, decided that the way to get the utterly
crippled Conservative Party back into power at the next
election was to launch an immense crackdown on users of
cannabis users, at a stage in our country's history where
marketing and advertising executives are drug imagery to sell us all
shit we don't need and even 'respectable'
mainstream newspapers1 say that, y'know, pot's probably not
that in the general scheme of things.
With brilliant
timing, seven Cabinet ministers then came out and admitted to have smoked
cannabis, utterly discrediting Widdecombe
2 and plunging the party into even greater ridicule.
Thereafter, it became a trend on British streets for
potheads to approach their
dealers with an inquiry of "Got any Widdecombe?"
1 Although the fact that all of
Fleet Street takes enough
cocaine daily to
kill a small horse did not go unnoticed.
2 Although the fact that she celebrated her little
tirade with a glass of
champagne did not go unnoticed, along with leader
William Hague's boast that he regularly drank 14
pints of
bitter a day as a
teenager.