Gonzo Philosophy

Friday night in ‘Burque found five young friends kickin’ it to a slower groove, after security has busted up our party on account of someone else’s music. The host reclined, saddened by our communal loss, and consoled himself with a well-taken hit from a festively colored bowl. Sinking into a chemical calm, he found the serenity to accept that the evening could only improve from this dark chapter.




My friend stuffed his bowl in his pocket and answered the door. Two thugs, clad in black and sporting loaded weapons, further decimated the evening’s feel-good vibe by barging, sans invite, into the sanctity of a couple’s home.


“Where’s the weed, and whose smokin’ it?” one of the villains demanded, at which point the host surrendered his stash with a look of true defeat.


“Pretty low-grade,” the hooligan chirped mockingly, with a smugness so tacit as to bolster itself in its own presence.


“Yeah, we’re kinda broke, man.” the host lamented as they divested him of even this meager offering.


“If you’re so broke,” one countered, “why are you spending your money on weed?”


There was no pretense of respect: he had the gun, he had superiority; and he had the gall to enforce further mockery upon my beaten friend. Truly, this man was an ass of epic proportion.


“Either I’m addicted, or I just like it too much,” he replied, dejected and beyond defense. They left us then, to the pangs of poverty and buzzkill as the night wore on.


Now, the question we all have to ask ourselves is: is this the sort of behavior that we as a populace are willing to accept from officers of the law?


That’s right: la policia, Big Brother, the fuzz had entered an innocent man’s home and taken by force that which is, by the rights of morality, patriotism, and civil disobedience, his private property. If someone had done the same without a badge, I would have been well within my rights to take the fucker’s kneecap and watch him crawl on home; but because this act of theft was perpetrated behind the paternalist bully-system of America’s executive branch, such action would’ve seen me in fetters. What I wouldn’t have given for diplomatic immunity and a baseball bat.


I am not drawing this analogy to encourage violence against police. I do believe that, amongst the moralistic oafs and badged thieves that incite situations like this one, there are a good number of good cops. In point of fact, I may personally owe quite a bit to one in particular, who took the time and interest in the legal plight of a college kid to talk me out of throwing my future away on anger and vengeance. Be that as it may, I stand that, had I or any of my colleagues managed to break these individuals before they could fire, the action would have been both justified and courageous (if perhaps imprudent, from a survivalist perspective.) Before we blame the police, however, perhaps we must also blame ourselves.


We live in a democracy, a democracy in which many of us are attempting to regain faith. It is, in theory, the actions and ideas of a free people which will constitute our principles in the years to come, principles amongst which personally liberty is often cited, if only long enough to be discarded at the hands of an overtly Puritan and thankfully dying ethic.


If we speak of marijuana (and I stress, other drugs as well) as secretive or criminal, then an uneducated populace will necessarily come to view them as such. Give the people a bit of D.A.R.E. and fear-mongering, and the myths will all but propagate themselves. But if we our honest, with ourselves and our fellow citizens, then the volume of our outrage can only be amplified by the abuses which so tirelessly assail our common liberty.


I smoke marijuana. This does not make me, or you, or anybody else a bad person, and it does not give capitalist bullies on machismo trips just cause to violate the sanctity of our homes, the security of our interests, or the Fourth Amendment of our Constitution.


I wish here to speak in the promotion of freedom, and not of violence. But whatever anger failed to find my actions on that night must find our pens, our voices, and our spirits; lest the menace of paternalism run unchecked. If the government can waste our time, our money, and our lives on smoking guns, the average citizen should never be without recourse when the barrel’s pointed squarely at his own doorstep.

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9 responses to “Gonzo Philosophy

  1. jakefunc

    Democracy is not synonymous with freedom. Talking heads like to talk the talk, ‘Choose America! Land of the Free!”, but when it comes down to the nitty-gritty, you’re subject to majoritarian values.

    Your view of freedom doesn’t quite fit THEIRS.

    On the bright side of things, pot will be decriminalized within the next decade. Decriminalized, not legalized, and unfortunately, the cops are still going to nab your pot. “Don’t get caught” has been the libertarians creed since the dawn of sovereignty. Great freedom lies beyond the reach of eyes and ears of others.

    While your writing approach does appear ‘Gonzo’, I’m not quite sure that you’ve defined the Gonzo philosophy.

  2. Po

    cliff notes anyone?

  3. Po

    The function of the police is to enforce laws, hence ‘law enforcement’. I’m not sure that you can blame them for carrying out their duty, even if you disagree with it. I think we can agree that without police we’d be reduced to a civilian run militia and something close to anarchy. Illicit substances are also a tricky issue. If you and your friends were seconds from shooting up a lethal dose of heroin would it have then been okay for the Po-Po’s to intervene? I guess my main issue with your article is that it never clearly defined where you stood on substance control. With that said, I do agree that pot is pretty harmless, and it does seem a bit ridiculous that it’s still a crime to process. Until next time, enjoy the ganja.

  4. merkaba33

    I have to say that in a country where I can smoke a Marlboro and drink a Budweiser it doesn’t make much sense to me that I can’t smoke a joint.

    The *legal* cigarette destroys my lungs and causes cancer. The *legal* beer impairs my judgement and makes me feel good.

    Is marijuana more addicted than cigarettes? Having quit both in my lifetime, I’d have to say quitting smoking cigarettes was 1,000 times more difficult.

    Does marijuana impair judgement more than alchohol? I’d have to say that my worst decisions were made in a drunken stupor rather than a stoned daze.

    So why is marijuana illegal when alcohol and cigarettes aren’t?

    I suspect it has to do with the counter culture movement in the 60s, but I have no proof of that.

    I suspect it has something to do with the ease of growing, usefulness, and competitive superiority of hemp, but I have no proof of that.

    I suspect it has something to do with the propaganda that weed is a gateway drug. It’s only a gateway drug because you have to go to criminals to buy it.

    Peace, love, rock and roll. And I tell you what….if they do legalize it one day, that’s the day I’ll smoke one with you.

  5. jakefunc

    Pot is illegal mainly due to 60’s propaganda (think ‘Reefer Madness’) and the fact that its grows everywhere. Easily. Tobacco and alcohol require more time and effort to be created into a ‘tasty’ product; it is this complex, timely process that makes tobacco and alcohol marketable: we’re too lazy to make it ourselves.

    Marijuana, on the other hand, grows like corn.

    If it were legal, I wouldn’t have grass for my lawn, just a sea of beautiful pot plants. I’d wake up in the morning, brew some coffee, throw on my hash jacket, run through the yard, come back inside and scrap off a fat bowl of keef just in time to enjoy a fine cup of joe.

  6. davidrsheehan

    I’d recommend you guys see “Grass” (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grass_(1999_film)) on this subject. Essentially, our uber-conservative (philosphically, not just politically) country thinks pot is prohibition-able like alcohol once was (in fact, if I remember the flick correctly, weed started getting attacked around the same time as booze).

    Yes, I know prohibition-able is not a word. But it serves its purpose.

    No, I don’t smoke weed (for a number of reasons), but I’m a firm believer that it should be legal.

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  8. 4854derrida


    I’ve recently uploaded two rare interviews with the Wobblie, anarchist, and activist Dorothy Day.

    Day had begun her service to the poor in New York City during the Depression with Peter Maurin, and it continued until her death in 1980. Their dedication to administering to the homeless, elderly, and disenfranchised continues in many parts of the world.

    Please post or announce the availability of these videos for those who may be interested in hearing this remarkable humanist.

    They may be located here:


    Thank you

    Dean Taylor

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