Not that Marsden is any different now. Hadn’t really checked in on her for a while, but now I remember why: Rachel is one illiterate weirdo.
Here’s an anti-Proposition 19 (California marijuana legalization) piece she wrote just before the midterms. And, holy cow, why does she even bother? I only wish it were funnier, it’s mostly gibberish:
George Soros: Smoke a Bowl for California
Rachel Marsden | Human Events
The international financier who poured millions of dollars into unsuccessfully blocking George W. Bush’s re-election in 2004, and who delayed the creation of the Euro eco-nomic zone in 1992 by exposing the British Pound Sterling as stuffing its bra, has now reportedly found a million dollars between his sofa cushions to support the Proposition 19 campaign to officially legalize marijuana via the November 2nd ballot.
So, of Soros: he opposed George W. Bush, he exposed the Pound as a flat-chested woman, he found a million dollars in his furniture and put it under Proposition 19:
George Soros apparently put the blood of virgins to fine embossed paper made of yak’s eyelids and exposed himself to The Wall Street Journal this week. To sum up his argument, “California’s a-broken. Time to get tokin’!”
He threw the blood of virgins on some paper, he ripped the eyelids from yaks, he took off his clothes in front of the Wall Street Journal, and then he argued “Let’s get stoned!” I’m feeling pretty stoned myself.
I live in California, so I can tell you that this post is a lot like watching a documentary film. Unfortunately, it’s a documentary on psychopathic autism called “Rachel Marsden.” Who reads this stuff? Who can read this stuff?
The new law would legalize pot smoking in designated areas and at home and would grant the freedom to grow a limited supply for one’s own use. Anyone who truly believes that that is where the legalization will end in practice has obviously never taken public transit or walked down a sidewalk.
Because if you had walked down a sidewalk, that that would make you truly believe people will grow an unlimited supply. If you’d taken public transit, that that would make you truly believe people will smoke it in undesignated areas or not at home. Didja get all that? Or a migraine?
Every day, as a non-smoker, I’m subjected to smokers of both legal and illegal substances lighting up in various banned locations. Why not just urinate on people in public, while you’re at it?
I assume Rachel is being facetious here. But just in case: let’s not urinate on each other in banned locations, k? Thx.
When Soros laments the violation of “rights and civil liberties,” economic principles dictate that he take the side of those who are imposing toxic fumes on the general population. He couldn’t care less about those who have to contend with the resulting toxicity. By this same argument, he should be backing gas-guzzling diesel trucks.
Or, better yet, diesel-guzzling diesel trucks. I have put gas in a diesel truck, and I can tell you the guzzling is short-lived. My job was nearly short-lived. My shirt was very, very short-lived. The useless gas/diesel mixture — now there’s something that will last forever. Let’s be backing the diesel/diesel thingie because explosively short life-spans can be a practical blessing.
Racial inequality, according to Soros, is also fostered by arrests for possession of pot because while blacks smoke it in equal proportion to whites, they’re caught more often. Presumably, Soros imagines that if pot only were legal, blacks would finally be arrested on a par with whites, ending such racial injustices once and for all.
YES RACHEL WE PREFER THAT BLACKS AND WHITES BE ARRESTED AT THE SAME RATE FOR THE SAME CRIME.
How bizarre a person do you have to be to poke fun at that? “Soros thinks that if he can just end this one racial injustice, then . . uh . . it will have ended.” Gee, Rachel, you’re so snit-fitty and wise.
People who try to stop these things, the rich ones with their stupid furniture cushions and journals fashioned from ruby-hammered yak hide, they’re all, like, “Dopedy-doopsey, look at me.” You tell ’em, Rachel.
Add: I got tired of reading her gobbledy-goo, so I stopped. I missed this bit:
. . I grew up in Vancouver, BC, the world mecca for pothead snowboarders, activists, and academics. During one of the criminology classes I took at university, I even heard a pro-pot cop lecture on the benefits of pot and the evils of criminalization. (Incidentally, he is now dead from a massive abdominal tumor; coincidence?)