The Cannabis Closet: Mitch Daniels, Ctd

Serwer defends Mitch Daniels against Waldman's attack:

[D]espite Daniels jumping on the tough on crime bandwagon back in the 1980s, he's part of a very positive vanguard of criminal justice reform on the right. Ultimately, what he's trying to do in Indiana could have a much greater impact on mass incarceration, and on the ability of the people to lead productive lives post-incarceration, than his own personal hypocrisy from 20 years ago. I hope more of his former drug warriors follow his lead. 

Sullum's verdict is more mixed:

[I]f Daniels really thinks a $350 fine is an appropriate penalty for someone caught with several ounces of marijuana, he should at least support decriminalizing possession. Currently in Indiana, the amount of pot Daniels had triggers a sentence of six months to three years.

The Cannabis Closet: Mitch Daniels

The mild-mannered Midwesterner had some wild days at Princeton:

Officers found enough marijuana in his room to fill two size 12 shoe boxes, reports of the incident say. He and the other inhabitants of the room were also charged with possession of LSD and prescription drugs without a prescription. … “I don’t make excuses for anything. Justice was served,” he said in an interview on Monday. “I had used marijuana and I was fined for that, and that was appropriate,” he explained.

Aaron Houston adds context:

Daniels was also busted about six months prior to President Nixon signing the Daniels-arrest Controlled Substances Act of 1970 (on October 27). If that law had been on books in May 1970, Daniels could have faced an array of charges, including several felonies. And if he had been busted after 1998 when the Higher Education Act’s Aid Elimination Penalty took effect, he could have lost any federal financial aid as the result of a drug conviction.

I hope that when Daniels says fining him was an “appropriate” punishment he means that a fine should be the maximum penalty for possessing several pounds of marijuana and LSD. If not, does he believe it’s right to punish drug arrestees more harshly than he was treated?

Paul Waldman digs up an anti-drug op-ed written by Daniels in 1989 and calls it “a pretty extraordinary combination of whitewash and hypocrisy”. Waldman:

The comically mild penalty he received — a $350 fine, no jail time, no probation — was a salutary wake-up call that allowed him to go on to a productive career. And he presents this as evidence in favor of laws that would absolutely destroy the career of anybody caught in 1989 (or today) doing what Daniels was caught doing. A couple of hundred thousand students have lost their financial aid, in many cases meaning they had to drop out of college, because of a conviction for possession or sale of drugs. If Daniels were in college today, and thus had actually served time as a convicted drug dealer, not only would he have no political future, he wouldn’t have much of a future at all.

The Cannabis Closet: Connecting With “God”

A reader writes:

I can’t speak to Kush-trichome-closeuppsychedelic drugs.  I can, however, speak to these same principles in the use of cannabis. I have never used  cannabis until about six months ago.  I do it primarily for health reasons.  As a type-1  diabetic, alcohol is almost a complete no-go for me.  And with the severe heart disease that I have suffered as a result of diabetes, I have all the hallmarks of long-term chronic disease:  generalized and specialized pain, both musculoskeletal and neurogenic; wasting, much like AIDS-related wasting; loss of appetite; loss of the raw materials required just to keep the brain functioning. So, I began cannabis for the medical benefits and also as a substitute for a glass or two of wine.  What I have been most surprised about is the effect it has on mental functioning.  Besides just helping to increase my nutrition, it has made my mental functioning orders of magnitude better.  And it is not just general cognitive functioning, but what I term “philosophical” cognition.

I consider myself a non-theist.  But when I get high and think about some of the big Cannabis-cover_smallissues in life, I find myself going all the way to the evolutionary cellular level.  (I know, quite a trip!)  But it reveals that there is a power in this universe.  In my determination, it is whatever has given protons and electrons their charge, their dynamic power interplay, i.e. their “power.”  Whoever or whatever did that is “God.”  And it is as profound as any spiritual experience I have ever had (yes, I came from a very traditional, conservative Southern Baptist environment).

The ability to recognize a power “greater than us” actually helps me understand those who believe in a more traditional view of God.  The traditional God never had that overpowering awe to me, even at earliest ages, like realizing the power in the atom.  Now, I am in awe of this creation.

Mocking how cannabis can lead to spiritual insight is easier than exploring it. Read 120 more personal accounts of pot use – positive, negative, and in-between – in our print-on-demand book, still on sale at for only $5.95 (and be sure to use the promo-code DISH for $3 off shipping).

So Close, So Far

Phillip S. Smith reviews our latest print-on-demand book:

What is most striking about The Cannabis Closet is how deep in it most of the contributors are. Yes, they write anonymously about their experiences, but many of Cannabisthem  continue to hide their use from friends, families, and employers. They are indeed still in the closet. While The Cannabis Closet allows readers to see just how achingly normal pot smoking is in this country, it also makes painfully clear how hidden it still remains.

And as a drug reform activist, that makes me impatient.

The Cannabis Closet's contributors took the time to share their experiences and make the book possible. But have they taken other actions to change the status quo — political actions like lobbying legislators or donating to groups that are working to change the laws? None mentioned doing so, though all acknowledge prohibition's absurdity. Perhaps they have and we just don't know; that isn't what they were asked about. What we do know is that extremely few, proportionally, of the millions inhabiting the world's larger cannabis closet, do more than enjoy their pot and bemoan its prohibition.

Reader reviews here. You can still buy the book at for only $5.95 (and be sure to use the promo-code DISH for $3 off shipping).

The Cannabis Closet: When Sickness Strikes, Ctd

by Chris Bodenner

Many readers were moved by this post. One writes:

God damn it. I am a 45-year-old ex-paratrooper, have sea kayaked through hurricane gale waves, hiked in West Africa, almost died from malaria, almost died from dysentery, almost drowned off the Carolina coast, had a son born with a birth defect that almost killed him and put us through 18 months of hell. Life has thrown a ton of shit at me and here I am, reading that story and balling my eyes out. Damn you and thanks.

The Cannabis Closet: When Sickness Strikes, Ctd

by Chris Bodenner

The reader who contributed the most powerful entry of our collection follows up:

Over the holiday, my children came home and I showed them “The Cannabis Closet” book, which got here a few days ago. I showed them the excerpt that I had written about their mother’s battle with cancer and her use of marijuana to alleviate the effects of chemo.

Our oldest son, who has his masters in nursing and runs the nursing staff at the local VA hospital, was surprised that I had not included her oncologist’s reaction to her using pot. To tell you the truth, I had forgotten about it. But he thought it was important that I write it out and send it to you. So, here it is. Sorry it's a bit long; I tried to shorten it up.

As I said before in my first letter to you, shortly after she started using pot, she did not suffer the nausea or the aches and pains any longer. She also got her appetite back and put on a little weight. Even her color got better. I also told you that after she began using marijuana she began to open up and talk about her illness and her final wishes. We spent a lot of long evenings on the couch talking and drinking hot chocolate. I will always look back on those evenings as some of the best times we spent together.

When we went to see her oncologist a couple of weeks later for her regular check up, he took one look at her and said, “Well look at you! You look wonderful! Those anti-nausea medications seem to be doing the trick.” She and I looked at each other, and I told him that the pills he had prescribed did nothing to help with her nausea – she still threw up eight to twelve times a day. I told him that she was using marijuana and that it had made a big difference – not only in keeping her from getting sick, but also in helping her get her appetite back and removing her fear of chemo.

He looked at her and asked her if that was true; was she using marijuana? My wife told him yes. His entire demeanor instantly changed. He said that was a load of crap and that he had read all the studies on it and that marijuana did nothing to help the effects of chemo and that she was “stupid” for using an illegal narcotic.

My demeanor instantly changed too, and I asked to speak with him in the hallway.

I followed him out of the exam room, and when he turned to face me I told him if he ever spoke to my wife like that again, I would deck him. I told him that regardless of his feelings about marijuana, it was helping my wife in more ways than simply helping with the nausea; it was helping her open up and talk about her illness – something she had not been able to do until now.

He was not moved at all. He said that if she continued to use marijuana he would refuse to stay on as her primary oncologist. He also threatened to inform our insurance carrier that she was self-medicating against his wishes.

I felt my blood-pressure going up and told him that I wouldn’t let him near her again if he was the last doctor on the planet. I stepped back inside the exam room and told my wife we were leaving. He followed me in and told her what he had told me – that he was going to call our insurance carrier if she did not stop.

I decided that I had heard enough. I turned to him and informed him, maybe a bit louder than I should have, that if he gave out confidential medical information without our prior consent, I would "sue him back to the stone age". And, believe it or not, that stopped him cold. I got my wife’s sweater and purse and helped her up. She was in tears as I led her out. I remember nurses and patients stepping in the hallway wondering what all the fuss was about.

We went out of his waiting room and across the hall into another oncologist’s office. This doctor had treated a good friend of mine until he passed away about a year prior. My late friend’s wife had nothing but good things to say about him and I think we had gotten a second opinion from him earlier in my wife’s treatment. He was a heavy-set, red-haired man who always seemed to be smiling.

I made an appointment with his secretary and a week later we were sitting in his office. He asked why we were switching doctors and I told him what had happened. He looked at my wife and asked her if she was still using pot. She said yes. He asked if it was helping. She said yes. He said, “Well good for you,” and he never brought it up again and continued to treat her until she passed away about six months later.

Marijuana helped us both through a tough time in her illness. Even if it was in her head, as the doctor alluded to, why would anyone in the medical profession take such a hard line on something that was obviously helping? I came to realize that the guy was an egomaniac and a control freak. Why else in God’s name would he take that hard of a stance?

I want to end this by telling you a little more about my wife's death. The cancer that she had migrated to her spinal fluid from the tumor in her brain, and once that happened, she was gone in 24 hours. Our children all made it up in time to say good-bye and it really did seem that she held on until they were all there.

When all the kids were around her bed and each of them had their hands on her, our daughter leaned over her and said, “It’s okay Mama, you can go now”. My wife took two more breaths and was gone. I watched all of this from the doorway and can tell you that I have never seen anything more precious or intimate in my life. It was how she would have wanted to go.

The church had 100-person capacity. Two hundred showed up. I estimated about a third of them had never met her; they were clients of mine and were there for me and the kids. And I can promise you that you have never seen a funeral like hers. People came forward to tell all kinds of “Jane Stories”. She was a wonderfully naive person and you could not help but love her. (Her daughter saw her talking on the cell phone in the backyard one day and noticed that she did not move or walk when she was talking. When she asked her why later, Jane told her daughter that she was afraid of roaming charges.)

One story after another. At times we had to wait until the laughter died down enough to continue. Jane was a teacher for many years and she touched so many lives. The marijuana use was just a blip in her long life. But I feel it played a huge role in helping her come to grips with her illness.

The Cannabis Closet: Reader Reviews, Ctd


by Chris Bodenner

A reader writes:

Loved it. My favorite/most-heart-wrenching story, hands down, was on pp. 104-106 ["When Sickness Strikes"]. I teared up a little when I read it. But the whole book was great.

I'm a pot smoker – almost daily these days – and it was great to hear the wide range of views that you guys compiled: from pot cheerleader to skeptical non-user to former users who found it wasn't for them. As I continue to try to find the appropriate role for pot in my life (it's now my drug of choice after realizing how much more I liked myself stoned than blacked-out drunk; I no longer drink much at all), I think I will look back to this book repeatedly, both for the success stories and the cautionary tales.

Thanks for this. I'm headed home for the holidays (sitting in O'Hare right now) and am hoping I can find a way to use it to start a discussion with my parents.

Buy the book here (and use promo-code DISH for $3 off shipping). Another reader has a common reaction:

I'm published!  (Albeit anonymously…)

Anonymity was of course the only way we could elicit such amazing accounts. Another writes:

Love the blog, love the book, and I'm halfway done reading. One minor nit – the cover. Really? A blog as diverse as yours, with all kinds of media and mental health breaks, used a low-res pixellated picture of brownies on the cover? I don't know if this is just a poor source image, but looking at it made me feel high.


I ordered it and I have never smoked or otherwise ingested the stuff in my life (well, second-handedly at a few concerts, but I mostly avoid smoky places due to allergic reactions that last for weeks). But I think it should be legal and I love the stories. Now, I'm waiting for the late-term abortion book!

Our "It's So Personal" book is in the works and will hopefully be available in the early new year.

By the way, this is as good a time as any to mention how easy and satisfying it is to create your own book through print-on-demand publishing.  There are several companies out there to choose from, such as Lulu and CreateSpace, but Blurb is by far the best for creating photo books (which is why we went with them for our VFYW book). The free downloadable software is really simple and intuitive to use, if a tad buggy at times. My esteemed colleague, Patrick, already created a book of travel photos for his fiancee, Katie, and I'm currently assembling an illustrated autobiography of my grandfather – a veteran of Korea and Vietnam, the best storyteller I know, and the second best critic of Palin I know.

My project with Pop reminds me of a small but enduring post by Ezra Klein a few years ago:

The very fact of having a portrait of yourself is a status symbol, but that's only worth so much, and won't do much for your great-grandchildren's understanding of your impressive life and remarkable achievements and magnetic personality. I've always thought that the next frontier in vanity industries should be commissioned biographies. Someone should set up a company employing out-of-work, or in-school, writers, and charge $30-$40,000 for beautifully bound, broadly positive, built-to-order biographies. They can even include some pictures. That way, you not only live forever, but get to control your story after you're gone. It's the perfect gift for the man who has everything but literal immortality.

The Mainstreaming Of Marijuana


by Chris Bodenner

Melissa Bell points out:

[Pat] Robertson's position is not as unusual as you might think. Support for legalizing marijuana has been growing amongst conservatives, who cite legalization as an answer to the "narcoterroism" in Mexico and the overburdened jail system. In October, Newsweek looked at the GOP's relationship to marijuana, saying that although only 25 percent of Republicans favor legalizing marijuana (as compared to 55 percent of Democrats), the number has jumped seven points since 2005. The article credits the influence of the anti-government-intervention Tea Party:

It's becoming increasingly hard for conservative candidates and lawmakers to square libertarian Tea Party catchphrases like "fiscal responsibility" and "limited government" with the government's war on drugs, especially when their constituents might prefer to see a war on joblessness.

Indeed, there is a strong, small-government strain that runs through the testimonials of The Cannabis Closet. For example, on page 18:

I used to be a conservative Republican; I’m now a conservative Democrat. I think our government is overbearing. In the case of cannabis, it's missing out on a large amount of tax revenue if the stuff were legalized and regulated like alcohol. Doing so would rid our prisons of tokers and small-time drug dealers, cut our prison and judicial costs significantly, and increase our tax base. This would be especially true in California. Yet the insanity persists!

At age 64, I think I have earned the right to smoke a joint once in a while. I ought to be able to go down to a local reputable dealer, buy a joint, and smoke it while I put a steak on the barbeque.

The Cannabis Closet: Reader Reviews


by Chris Bodenner

Dish readers are starting to react to their newly-arrived copies of the book, still selling at for only $5.95 (use promo-code DISH for $3 off shipping). One writes:

I'm published! Well, not really, but I just got my copy of The Cannabis Closet today and right there, on page 107, is the story I sent you eight months ago, the one about chronic joint pain. I am continually amazed by the diversity of people and experiences in this book. We really only have one thing in common: we all take pot.

I'm about to go back to the hospital tomorrow, so I need to get some sleep (I can sleep!). I think I'm going to settle in with some junk food (I actually have an appetite!), take my nightly dose of cannabis, and relax with this book (pain free!). There's only one problem: those brownies on the cover look reeeeally delicious …

Reviews of the book, good or bad, are welcome. Another writes:

I love the Cannabis Closet thread.  I just received my copy.  Now I think you should start a psilocybin thread. I'm sure it's not nearly as widely used as marijuana, but there's plenty of us recreational users out there. 

I feel I'm part of an unfortunate club: I'm subject to random drugs tests at work.  The tests are par for the course in my industry: construction.  While this is almost a useless exercise is preventing abuse of anything serious (i.e. cocaine, heroin, etc.), it has all but extinguished my marijuana activities.  I only smoke before I go on vacation. I'm relatively healthy and know THC doesn't stay in my body very long. 

Psilocybin is one of the drugs that the urine test does not test.  While I don't eat mushrooms as much as I smoked marijuana, it still provides a unique therapeutic release for me.  Ideally I eat mushrooms twice a year to clear out my head.  They have this wonderful effect of unclogging stray emotions and back-burner thoughts in this creative emotional release. 

During my trip, my mental clog of thoughts reveals itself as this hairball of structures and while I'm peaking this hairball explodes, and reveals each and every emotion and thought that made up the hairball in a beautiful separation. At this point, I'm able to assess these thoughts and reach resolution/clarification.  Resolution comes in many forms, but each of the issues revealed is always brought to closure.  When I come down, I feel I'm starting with a completely clear head and can process thoughts and emotions.

I've used mushrooms before making major life decisions: taking a new job, quitting a job, choosing to propose to my now wonderful wife, etc. Mushrooms are basically a pipe cleaner for my brain. I love it.  I even enjoy a handful of mushrooms while viewing Pirates of the Caribbean; not every trip should be a mental exercise.

Any readers willing to share a particularly profound or unique experience on shrooms?