If my father would’ve been a pot smoker, I could call cops on him, and they would come runnin’ inhumanly fast to deal with him (not that I would, obviously there would be absolutely no reason for me to do that, I’m just saying I could). And he would be in big trouble, ‘cause, you know, cannabis is a bad and dangerous drug!
Instead, my father is just an alcoholic. He just likes to get real drunk, demolish, smash and whack everything in his sight, scream in demonic languages, and emotionally and mentally terrorize everybody around him. And cops don’t give a shit about that, ‘cause, you know, alcohol is a common, taxed, and real good drug! Keep on drinking!
You smoke weed? - Oh, we are gonna do everything we can to stop you from disturbing the public peace! Arrest! Charge! Court! Jail!
You drink alcohol, and lots of it? - Naah, man, just go home! Also, if you haven’t physically hurt anybody, do what you want… keep on terrorizing your loved ones, we ain’t gonna do shit about it!
Isn’t there something wrong with this picture?