Forgotten Beatitudes

I guess we know why that three hour tour went so far off course. Mary Ann brought the Buddha!

According to D-Listed.com, Dawn Wells, best known as Gilligan’s Island’s Mary Ann, forced to wear short-shorts and a picnic-table cloth as a shirt while being the eternal good girl, got her 69 year-old ass busted for possession. Seems she was driving home after her birthday party and was weaving all across the road like she was making an Indian blanket. Police pulled her over and found four half-smoked joints in her car. She says they were left by hitchhikers, but I don’t buy it. If you’re hitchhiking, you don’t leave your half-smoked weed in the car.

Perversely, this makes me respect Wells a bit more. I’ve never really understood the prohibition against marijuana in comparison to our acceptance of alcohol and cigarettes. While I don’t smoke it myself…anymore…I’m not sure there’s a convincing case against it. Nations that have legalized it to some extent haven’t gone up in, ahem, a puff of smoke, so it doesn’t seem like it’s inherently a security threat. I guess there might be some truck to the argument that, if it was legalized, farmers would abandon food crops for it much as they’re doing for biofuels and corn-based ethanol, but I can’t imagine that impact would be significant.

In any event, Mary Ann was high as a kite and, unlike her years on that island, this time authorities spotted her. Really, though, who can blame her? What the hell else is there to do in Iowa?

CORRECTION:   What is there to do in Iowa…other than actually be in Idaho…making a pipe out of a potato.