Nope, it’s not a new medical drama on TV. I visited Venice Beach, CA last weekend and, within a three block stretch, walked by three “doctor’s” offices offering evaluations for a medical marijuana prescription.
Are we really to believe that Dr. Kush (yes, really) is a reputable physician from a top notch school? Or, is there a website where you can get an MD for a few bucks now? Like those ministry certificates.
And these weren’t hidden away little locations either. Big open store fronts with barkers outside. Barkers! “Come on in and get your medical marijuana evaluations! The doctor is in!” You know, maybe if the overly obvious name and the giant pot leaf over the door doesn’t bring the people in, maybe they’re not interested, hmm?
And how bad is the economy when you’re having trouble selling drugs? Really, how bad is your sales team? Drugs are generally one of those things that sell themselves. They may need a Zig Ziglar book or something. There’s crack dealers on the corner just shaking their heads at these guys.
While medical marijuana may have its genuine uses. These guys are screwing it up for everyone else. The whole “I’ve got glaucoma, wink wink” thing is out of hand. They’re like a kid that was given permission to build a go-kart and then dismantles the family station wagon for parts.
Of course, maybe the government is letting the “legalize it” movement shoot itself in the foot. Give them an inch, watch them take a mile. Eventually they’ll push it too far and some PTA group will start an uproar, forcing the government to back off on it.
See, the government could have fixed all this easily when the law took effect. “Ok, we’ll let you sell medical marijuana. But dude… be cool.”