“God Created Weed” has long been the rallying call of the oppressed pot smoker.  The Man keeps him down and infringes upon his freedoms… “Legalize Freedom” they shout.  We use public service announcements to inform the casual drug user, showing eggs frying metaphorically in the hot skillet. To shame the inhaler, we see a balding 35 year old living in his mother’s basement waving pot smoke out of an egress window for fear of being discovered.  But still they cry foul, sighting Indian calumets and mother-nature vs. man.  Therein lays the rub. 

It’s an old but valid argument that little Tommy isn’t smoking grandpas weed.