...Am in the camp of legalizing it for both medicinal and recreational use... Also believe people should be allowed to grow a certain amount for their own personal use rather than having to buy it, just like they can do with alcohol.
I have a profound personal history with pot. Note that I was born in 1952, making me 17 in 1969. Can you imagine? My high school buds and I shunned drug use as for losers and that attitude lasted not very long. For most of us pot was what we started with (not me, being the eternal rebel; I started with speed, but simply because it was available that [fateful] day). I loved smoking pot, hash, whatever derivatives one can ignite, though it caused me to isolate myself socially. I can attest to the fact that pot does have anti-anxiety benefits. I can also attest that it can have the opposite. Pot was my first experience with my own addictive personality. Today, I consider myself a recovering marijuana addict. I realize that not everyone is an addictive personality, and that some people can smoke pot in moderation. I don't like the idea of denying anything within reason to people at large just because a small percentage has a problem with it. So after years of considering where to stand on pot's legalization, and learning to overlook my personal biases, I've concluded that the right thing to do is to legalize it. I grow very weary of stories about someone getting busted for possession of a small amount of it. Don't we as a society have much bigger fish to fry, c'mon? The cons to legalization as I see them include what appear to be negative side effects for at least some individuals. I guess my feeling is, like Grandpa suggested, let's see what happens. Also, I agree with the idea of allowing people to grow their own, though I imagine certain regulations will have to apply, perhaps including inspections, as well as limits of amounts.
In the day I believe pot was for sure a gateway drug, but it's influence in that regard may've mellowed. America thinks differently now than it used to about all kinds of things. We've learned much about the detrimental effects we used to be ignorant of of harder drugs, for instance.
As for my recovery, recently, for a reason which probably amounts simply to temptation, the idea of getting high again appealed to me enough to ask my neighbor, whom I noticed smoking it in his backyard, for a hit. I think it might be a blessing in disguise, but whatever he had is not the same thing I used to smoke. The effects are entirely different, and in my case anyway, very bad. Some people whom I've asked about this claim that what I smoked was "medical marijuana", but I don't think it is, unless for me medical marijuana is supposed to paralyze me, cause nausea and sometimes vomiting, and near blindness. My neighbor's is not the only stuff I've tried recently, and while most of it hasn't nearly killed me, none of it is anything like what it used to be. This is why I say I think my recent experience might be a blessing in disguise; perhaps God's way of saying let's not go there again.