#1114 Graham Kilos

I heard a story the other day that was disturbing on so many levels. Seems this guy in Graham was caught with a bunch of pit bulls probably used in a dog-fighting ring.
No Michael Vic is not from Graham.
Graham, Washington, true or not, has the image of a place where this sort of thing might occur. Once a backwoods rural sort of place, some now think of it as a West Coast Appalachia.
The sort of place where you might find a Graham Cracker.
And that Cracker would most likely be on the wrong side of the meth wars. As the economic opportunities in his little neck of the backwoods dwindled as the woods themselves were cut for fuel, the Graham cracker would naturally turn to brewing up batches of meth to keep warm on cold northern nights.
And perhaps turn to fighting pit bulls as well.
But the story revealed some other things I’m still trying to sort out. Like the guy had a bunch of marijuana plants on his property. And he was dealing kilos.
I have been out of the loop for so long. Whatever happened to the peace-love-dope-spare-change days of the sixties? Hippie peaceniks would never fight pitbulls, dude. Marijuana was the great mellower. It supposedly made you want to chant your way to Nirvana.
Not headbang to Nirvana while you’re jacked up on pot and crank. Marijuana-toking dogfighters were not in the 12 ways to enlightenment.
Ah, the innocence of youth. We never fully appreciate what humans are capable of.
And what is humane. Because that’s the other disturbing side of the story. The humane society plans to have the pit bulls destroyed. Because they are vicious and a danger to humans. So it seems a little odd when they say they “rescued” them from the dogfighter. Since now they’re going to “destroy” them.
Some rescue.
The dogs themselves would probably say, um, we can go on fighting other dogs. It would be a lot more cruel to kill us...
Druggies listening to this story right now are trying to figure out the math. Did he say we can get a kilo in Graham?
America, ya gotta love it.