cigs and booze yes; weed, unlikely. People who really like weed tend to (not always) equally dislike working. Who would be your customer? They wouldn't have anything to sell except the women.
I am a workaholic and I use it for focus and wellbeing. I am a tad more anxious than most and it isnt a helpful medicine, its a cure.
My first job was chopping down trees with an axe, alone, for $5/hour 10 hours per day, back then 50 bucks would get you an ounce. I was 15. The guy said I did more work for $50 than the mexicans at diamond shamrock did for $5,000. His wife made me sandwiches and I smoked doobies in the woods while I played paul bunyon. This was in Texas btw, so it was pretty darn sweaty
Brainwashed faggots will never understand this. I have been in similar positions myself. Mary Jane is the only thing that could carry me through the back breaking labor.
I believe you. Notice I said "most". I have a few friends who like weed and are hard workers, but you have to admit, the stereotype exists for a reason.
Anyway, I'm on board with legalization, if it works for you great, use it. But in a post apocalyptic scenario with the aforementioned bic lighters and antibiotics as currency, I'd guess cigs and alcohol would work better as a means of exchange.
Weed is much easier to grow than tobacco, and quantum leap's easier than distilling alchohol.
You're very uninformed.
>but you have to admit, the stereotype exists for a reason.
Oh absolutely, I have a neat problem, I interact with the normies, but when weed was Illegal, I had to basically live among and befriend the culture of potheads. Honestly, you could do a lot worse as far as countercultures go. I can attest however to their many weaknesses, some of which end them down some very slippery slopes.
Alot of my friends were dumbasses, and it was always clear that while I could blend with them, I would be doing different things out in the world, and they could not follow me into those realms (professional jobs, careers, other states, airport security). The real trick was snapping out of it all to interact with people who were kind of important financially and were cautious about 'retarded stoners' of whom I was a secret member, ie: bizowners, employers, etc
Military helped, learned more normie ways, reinforced ideas of 'professionalism' and fostered my own ideas of Americanism. Oh and they cut off my long fucking hair and really enjoyed it too, just like it was thought they would. Catch is, with a buzzcut I look just like the rest of em, stealth mode.
Also since weed is a natural plant and not a real drug, it was easy(relative) to quit for the years and then finally relax once I got out. They gave me a job at a fucking bank if you can believe it, and I was the most morally upright person there, and one of 6 who spoke english and werent visas. They offered 100k and I walked, stopped showing up, didnt return their calls. Almost starved. Fuck them. America comes first. No choice, already swore it in.
I speak from personal experience having deployed to multiple disaster zones.
Without doxing yourself, could you tell me a bit more? What level of disaster? Where in the world? What circumstances?
Katrina, Haiti, Yemen... to name a few.
Basically taxpayer theft projects, though I was a bit more naive, back then. I believed I was helping people.
Emergency services is 90% graft. 9% standing around waiting and 1% actually helping people.
For example, I was in Bogalusa during Katrina. I deployed with the Army's 101st cavalry. In the immediate aftermath, I helped save a lot of people. Up days straight. Not enough help to go around. Had to defend myself a few times with direct action.
Then, they put me on helo duty, where I gathered GPS data to sync to pictures and video and call out people still on roofs (rooves?) and whatnot.
So, there was an intense flurry of activity, then just sitting around Algiers watching a bunch of destitute people mill around. They weren't rebuilding, they were waiting for us to rebuild for them. Ha.
Then Rita hit. Ripped up our whole outpost.
And then we were on our own. No orders. Nobody wanted my GPS data or pictures or videos.
FEMA personnel disappeared.
The boss had a massive wad of cash, a pallet of cigarettes, a pallet of liquor and a few other treats we used as currency.
First, were the sub pumps and trash pumps. We cracked open every gas station we found, loaded up the fuel truck and gave out fuel. We did it for free, but we bartered.
We sub pumped out a pool and found a dead kid loaded with jewelry in pockets who must have been looting during the storm. This house also had a refrigerator full of shrink wrapped Weed. A few pounds.
When there is no working cash registers, these things all work great as currency. We also bartered out the use of generators.
After the initial burst of activity, we sat for months. Doing nothing. Getting into trouble trading for our goods. When I left, it was still a shit hole.
Roughly the same arc is followed for every emergency deployment. The political players don't care once they've fleeced the crisis and just leave huge groups that cost millions to sit and wait for the next disaster.
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