My title simply repeats the implied question contained in Brendan O'Neill's article in this week's 'Speccie' which opens with this description of the 'capital' of western America:
Los Angeles stinks. Not just of the usual things: sex, money, suntan oil, hipster food, surfer wax — odours that I like. There’s a new whiff in town, and it’s a bad one. Weed.
The smell of marijuana hangs over LA like an invisible menace. It’s an omnipresent fug. To walk from one end of a street to the other, whether it’s along the chaotic Hollywood Boulevard or the half-gentrified, half-terrifying Broadway in downtown LA, is to risk developing a skunk habit. I swear I almost got high popping out for a bottle of Dr Pepper.
Tell me it ain't so because I'm shocked, I tell you, shocked! Apparently it is a result of the Californian government allowing the free use of cannabis for recreational use. The result is that vast swaths of the city population waft along in a doped-out haze and the place stinks like a night club toilet! Needless to say, the brain dead, psycho-sick 'over here' are agitating like mad to relax the cannabis rules. If they succeed then the next time a bomb goes off in London they will turn to each other and say, hey, man, that was a hell of a trip!