In the twisted year of 2023, the state of Connecticut, in its infinite wisdom, decided to play a cruel joke on its citizens. The average price of recreational marijuana took a nosedive from $44.61 in January to $38.44 in November. Meanwhile, the cost of medical cannabis, the supposed lifeline for the ailing, climbed from $35.68 to $36.99. A classic bait-and-switch, ladies and gentlemen, a magic trick worthy of Houdini himself.
But wait, there’s more. The state, in its grand benevolence, decided to hire a cannabis watchdog. A guardian of weed, if you will, with a salary that could make a Wall Street banker blush. This ombudsperson, tasked with monitoring the medical marijuana industry, is yet another cog in the bureaucratic machine, grinding the dreams of the common man into dust.
And then, as if to add insult to injury, a quasi-public Connecticut agency decided to invest $1.25 million in a cannabis company. A company that, mind you, can’t legally sell or manufacture its products in the state. It’s like buying a boat that can’t float. It’s a comedy of errors, a circus of incompetence.
The company, known as 1906, relocated from Colorado to Stamford. But what’s the point? They can’t sell their products here. They can’t manufacture their products here. They’re like a fish out of water, gasping for breath in the dry, bureaucratic air of Connecticut.
So, what do we have here? A decrease in the price of recreational marijuana, an increase in the price of medical cannabis, a high-paid watchdog with no teeth, and a company that can’t sell or manufacture its products. It’s a madhouse, a lunatic asylum, a Wes Craven nightmare.
And through it all, the citizens of Connecticut are left holding the bag. We’re the ones paying the price, both literally and figuratively. They’re the ones being taken for a ride on this crazy roller coaster of cannabis regulation.
In the end, it’s business as usual in the Nutmeg State. The rich get richer, the poor get poorer, and the rest of us are left to pick up the pieces. So, here’s to you, Connecticut. You’ve outdone yourself this time. Bravo.
But let’s not forget about the patients, the ones who truly need this medicine. They’re the ones suffering the most in this grand charade. The price of their medication is going up, while the state is busy playing games with recreational users and investing in companies that can’t even operate here.
The state needs to get its act together. It needs to stop playing games with people’s lives and start taking this issue seriously. It needs to lower the price of medical cannabis, provide better support for patients, and stop wasting money on pointless investments.
But what are the chances of that happening? Slim to none, if you ask me. The state is too busy lining its pockets and patting itself on the back to care about the little guy. It’s a sad state of affairs, but that’s the way the cookie crumbles.
So, here we are, stuck in this madhouse, this circus of incompetence. We’re being taken for a ride, and there’s no end in sight. It’s enough to make you want to scream, to shout, to tear your hair out in frustration.
But what can we do? We’re just the little guys, the pawns in this twisted game. We’re at the mercy of the state, the puppet masters pulling the strings. It seems like all we can do is sit back and watch as the world goes up in smoke.
So, here’s to you, Connecticut. You’ve really outdone yourself this time. You’ve turned a simple issue into a complex mess, a tangled web of bureaucracy and incompetence. And for what? A few extra bucks in the state coffers? A pat on the back from the bigwigs in Hartford?
It’s a disgrace, a travesty, a mockery of justice. But hey, that’s just the way it goes in the Nutmeg State. So, light up, sit back, and enjoy the ride. It’s going to be a bumpy one.
Thanks For Keeping It Weird,
