Don't legalise pot

While out wandering aimlessly in outer space, where I blog for all strange and silly aliens, I met this talking rabbit. I kid you not.

He said to me: "Psst! Hey you! Psst!" Just like you reading this I thought he was kidding. I mean who the hell would talk to a fool like me? Anyway he persisted and I, like the dutiful, intrepid guy with a medieval mind, ended up speaking to him.

This silly rabbit ordered me to write about marijuana. You know the drug called by a number of names. So he went on and on and told me to write about it—now I, a staid, upright man, would hardly want to be connected to this. Hardly want to be called a pothead.

Anyway, as rabbits are wont to do, he went on and on. But at some point I realised he was talking sense. He was telling me that pot is not to be legalised; that we don't need this infernal drug on our shores. Ban it, shouted my hero rabbit. I started liking my bunny friend more seeing how anti-liberal, anti-new-wave and anti-anything-modern he was.

I nodded and said never will legislation come to the isle which will give us—all staunch upright Catholics—the right to get high. I further hurrahed and said that legalising pot is like legalising porn and same-sex marriage. Pure filth, cried I, feeling even more brazenly fundamentalist than usual and wishing a few poxes on a land that dared accept divorce.

The bunny now seemed to be getting angry instead of championing my ferocious tirade. He edged in another of his annoying pssts to my barrage of words and said "Nah! You getting it all wrong. I was going to tell you that what with all the silliness and wondrous stuff down there in the Maltese environs you don't seem to need silly maryjane. You—especially the ones leading you and some around them—seem and act as if you are super-high. Now you even have a parliament which is being built to be high on stilts. Don't ever legalise pot. All you will do is get it taxed and the money will be used for some other pot-headed project like a Gozitan tunnel of fun."

This damned silly rabbit never stopped rabbiting on and on so I just walked off and really felt I could never be so psst off at someone who criticises the quaint ways of our island.

Rabbits—they're only good for stewing in a pot.