“There’s a red under my bed, and there’s a little green man in my head. And he said, You’re not going crazy, you’re just a bit sad. ‘Cause there’s a man in ya, gnawing ya, tearing ya into two. Silly boy, ya self-destroyer. Paranoia, the destroyer!” From Destroyer, written by Ray Davies.

Watch out. There’s a major twist coming about half-way through this one. I think that’s a trigger warning.

I’ll begin this week’s Banjo session with a personal revelation: I do not care for Krispy Kreme donuts. That’s just me; your mileage may vary. We all have our likes and dislikes; for example, I also do not like sushi.

I also don’t like cultural bigotry. My dislike of Krispy Kreme should have absolutely no effect on the next person’s ability to buy and enjoy their product. This is where vice should be versa, but is not. Krispy Kreme does not want you to have the opportunity to avail yourselves of the opportunity to lawfully purchase and enjoy cannabis, should you so desire. Just like same sex marriage, it is not mandatory.

At first this might sound counter-intuitive. After all, cannabis use has been known to promote to consumption of donuts, and selling donuts is what puts the hum in Krispy Kreme’s humdinger. Earlier this year a weed chain opened a location in my neighborhood right across the street from a Dunkin’, which was still a “Dunkin’ Donuts” at that moment in time. This brought to mind the first law of real estate peddling: location, location, location.

Then I saw this ad. Continue reading “Brainiac On Banjo: The Problem With Morality” →