POT BREAKS THE AGE BARRIER

Legalization Might Be a Bigger Issue for Boomers Than for Others

Its name might be its strongest asset: The Regulate, Control and Tax
Cannabis Act, a marijuana legalization effort that goes out of its
way not to say the word "marijuana."

I suspect its organizers learned something from the failure of
predecessors -- like the Inalienable Rights Enforcement Initiative, a
name that sounds like it was dreamed up by a bunch of guys passing
around a bong.

The Cannabis Act, which qualified last week for the statewide
November ballot, ran its first radio ad Sunday: a former Los Angeles
deputy sheriff explaining "why cops support Tax Cannabis 2010, the
initiative to control and tax cannabis."

Never mind that the state's law enforcement organizations are already
lining up to oppose it.

Supporters, bankrolled so far by an Oakland marijuana dispensary
owner, plan to spend as much as $20 million to convince California
voters that legalizing marijuana will help solve the state's budget
woes and blunt the reach of drug cartels.

The initiative would move the battle over marijuana modestly forward
by making it legal for anyone 21 and older to possess an ounce of
marijuana and/or grow whatever can fit in a 5-by-5-foot plot. It
would allow cities and counties to decide whether to allow sales and
tax the proceeds.

That feels to me like a natural progression of California's cannabis
policy, which essentially decriminalized possession 35 years ago --
an ounce gets you a $100 fine -- and in 1996 deemed pot to be medication.

The premise of the proposed law: Marijuana has more in common with
alcohol and tobacco than with heroin and cocaine.

Or: Is there much really much difference between going home and
smoking a joint and going home to a glass of Merlot?

Polls suggest that mothers in their 30s and 40s -- who are likely to
have teenagers at home -- might side with law enforcement against the
proposal. I understand that reflexively. It's hard to say yes at the
ballot box when you've spent years telling your kids to "just say no"
to marijuana.

But the reality is that any 18-year-old with a hankering for pot and
$100 can head to Venice Beach and be legally smoking within an hour.

Acne, anxiety, an ankle sprain -- virtually any ailment qualifies for
treatment with medical marijuana.

"It's easier now [for 18-year-olds] to get cannabis than booze," said
Dale Sky Clare, spokeswoman for the cannabis campaign. "Our current
policies have failed to keep cannabis away from our kids or to
educate them about the dangers of dependence."

She's confident that moms will come around once "we make sure they
understand your next-door neighbor is not allowed to turn into a grow
operation. . . . And no more back-alley deals. You'll have a retail
facility, someone who has a license -- and can lose it if they sell
to your underage child."

What about all those studies that say pot is getting stronger and
more dangerous? I asked.

That's fear-mongering by opponents, Clare said.

"We've got science on our side. And our studies kick their studies' ass."

If moms are going to be the naysayers, I figured young people would
be the initiative's biggest supporters. So I spent this spring break
weekend chatting with my daughters and their friends, from
19-year-olds to mid-20s.

They weren't as enthused as I'd expected. Most everyone knows
somebody with a cannabis card.

"The kids who want it can get it," my 19-year-old daughter told me.
On campus, it's hard to avoid it.

It turns out that while pot smoking is dropping among teens, it's
rising among baby boomers. Ten years ago, one in 20 pot smokers was
in my demographic -- between 50 and 59 years old. Now the number is
one in 10. And as we age -- and kids move out -- the number seems to grow.

Drug policy experts say baby boomers have more invested in
legalization because they are less likely to embrace risky options.
They don't have a street connection or want to wind up listed on a
dispensary's log.

Still, they know that a little weed might make you feel young and
giggle a lot, but it isn't going to ruin your life.

Like it or not, their children know they know. A 20-year-old I spoke
with was stunned when she went with her mother to an Eagles concert
and saw "all the old people lighting up." My daughter told me she and
her friends were once approached by an elderly woman in a beach
parking lot who implored: "Do you have a joint? . . . Please . . . my
husband is making me crazy."

And young people who confessed to pinching a bud from their parents'
stash years ago now worry the old man is raiding theirs.

Maybe it's time we stopped pretending there's nothing odd about the
fact that every gas station and liquor store has a giant display of
Zig-Zag papers for something we're not allowed to roll, and "smoke
shops" can sell water pipes if we all pretend that they're for tobacco.

Come November, we'll see if a state too strait-laced to let gay
people marry is open-minded enough to let us all toke.