Maureen Dowd eats Colorado cannabis candy bar, unwise about dosage.

[RainDog]

130. Charles Pierce, at Esquire, on the Maureen Dowd Experience

sort of like the opposite of the Jimi Hendrix "Are you Experienced" experience. LOL.

http://www.esquire.com/blogs/politics/The_Visiting_Dope_From_The_Times

THAT'S WHY THEY CALL IT DOPE

The worst thing you could possibly do is determine that you will have your first serious marijuana experience by gobbling down an electric candy bar and then sitting there alone in your hotel room while waiting for the newspaper taxis to appear at your door, waiting to take you away. The second worst thing you could possibly do is to decide to generalize the inherent stupidity if your experience by sharing it in your very important newspaper column. Dear god, Maureen Dowd is the worst thing that's happened to cannabis consumption since Quicksilver broke up.

...Perhaps it would have been smart to contact the "medical consultant" prior to downing the candy bar. Perhaps it would have been smart to talk to some of the regular customers of the edibles plant. Perhaps it would have been smart -- not to mention professionally obligatory -- to do some, y'know, real fking research before plunging right into your own hippocampus. There are some interesting questions still to be explored in Colorado's brave new world of legalized dope. First, what happens when legalized pot runs headlong into the highly effective -- and highly beneficial -- national campaign to turn public opinion against smoking anything. And second, if the anti-smoking campaign makes people more likely to treat their pot as a comestible, how extensively should the state label The Product, if only as a consumer-protection measure. (I'm in favor of as much precise detail as possible. For example, "If you happen to be a visiting dilettante from The New York Times, please don't eat this and sit alone in your hotel room.&quot But I guess it's just easier to indulge your own fanciful trauma and then spend the rest of the column rewriting the famous Baby-In-The-Bathtub scene from Dragnet. I'm not entirely sure exactly how high Maureen got out there in Colorado but, reading this column, I am fairly sure she's cleared The Shark by about 12 nautical miles.