Sorry I’ve missed some of this debate. I’ve been busy taking down a little project in my backyard. But here I am so lemme tell you why I’m so bummed about the Raich decision. It’s going to cost me a bomb.
My buddy Munir, he had this great idea. Why should we have to pay California’s inflated power costs when we can make our own electricity? Summer’s coming on, and those brownouts are coming around again, but the two of us were going to be sitting pretty.
It was kind of tough building our own light-water reactor. You have to know exactly what you’re doing or you could really screw things up. But Munir works for Berkeley at Livermore so he’s pretty good with this stuff. He knows when it’s okay to cut corners, and when you need to break out the double roll of Owens-Corning insulation. Besides, this was a pretty small one—just enough to send power to our houses. It didn’t reach the California power grid at all. We were ready to generate our own power, on a completely self -contained system that didn’t affect interstate commerce.
I was really excited about this arrangement—so much so that I found it difficult to focus. I’ve been diagnosed with ADHD, you see, and I got a prescription for Desoxyn a while back. But that’s just too expensive, especially when—let’s face it—I can cook up my own. A little phosphorus, some Advil Cold and Sinus, some boiling gasoline for solvent, and presto, I’ve got my own supply of the key ingredient in Desoxyn, which is methamphetamine.
Meth, by the way, is a Schedule II drug under the federal Controlled Substances Act. That means that unlike marijuana, even though it is tightly controlled, it has actually been recognized to have some medical benefit. Sure, I tried the prescription stuff. But in the same way that medical-marijuana patients often claim they can’t get relief through Marinol, the non-intoxicating prescription marijuana derivative, the pharmacy’s ADHD stuff just didn’t do it for me. Nothing else gives me that extra-sharp focus like good old raunchy bathtub crank.
Like with the power plant, though, it’s okay. I mean, if the federal government can regulate what you make in your own poorly-lit basement lab cobbled together with stolen hospital equipment, well, we might as well just give up and start singing the Internationale cause the Commies will have won. In any case, I was only making enough medical methamphetamine for myself, and it was never entering the stream of commerce.
Well, mostly for myself, and for a small co-op of tattooed Aryan-Nation bikers, all of whom were by some strange coincidence also afflicted with ADHD. They were always glad to let me salve their troubled minds, especially since I would never charge them for it. That would be commerce, I explained. And they would nod sagely in their wild-eyed, road-weary way and be gone in a roaring cloud of dust and profanity, taking their vials of non-commercial “homeopathic Desoxyn” with them.
Anyway, I get easily distracted. I was telling you about our new nuclear power plant.
We just knew Raich would go through, and we could bring this creation online. The Constitution’s interstate commerce clause would no longer apply to us, and we would no longer have to worry about another one of those busybody federal agencies, the Nuclear Regulatory Commission, whose founding legislation is justified by…The Commerce Clause!
Which means, of course, that they couldn’t hold us to their fascistic licensing requirements had Raich gone through. If they didn’t like the way we stored our waste plutonium (padlocked root cellar, lined with concrete so no groundwater leakage, sign that says KEEP OUT DANGER PLUTONIUM STORAGE!!!),well– tough poop, bureaucrat. Who died and made you Hans Blix, anyway? Scalia might say of our arrangement (as he did in his concurrence) that this stuff is “one step away from commerce” but that’s silly; if you can’t trust people to handle thermonuclear explosives or addictive drugs responsibly, then you just can’t trust people!
To be honest with you, I thought this whole thing was a little too easy. I mean, it’s amazing to me that all these proudly hard-hearted libertarians, who are quite willing to let people die without health insurance, started suddenly caring about the suffering of cancer patients. I mean really, many of these guys were the same folks who were quite opposed to federal intervention in the hideous starving of Terri Schiavo. When that crowd started laying a guilt trip on conservatives about medical marijuana and cancer patients, I thought, what’s next, will they ask us to do it “for the children?”
Laying a guilt trip on conservatives is never the best strategy (especially coming from a libertarian). They’ll just come back with some BS argument about how common sense dictates that marijuana and wheat are not the same thing, and that drawing a slippery slope between them is an exercise in hyperbole. As is much of the anti-drug-war propaganda, but that’s a post for another time. I’ve got a cooling tower to disassemble. And the feds are probably going to get all finicky about my smallpox cultures, which are personal interest only, no commerce, believe me. Well, my personal interest and that of this little co-op, Achmed, Munir, Waleed…