When I graduated from college, I had an interest in the Palynology (fossilized spores and pollen grains) courses I had taken. One of my Palynology Professors had been head Palynologist for Shell Oil. He was also President of both the American and International Associations of Stratigraphic Palynonogists. He had told us about the great opportunities in that field. So with few good job opportunities in my area, I thought it would be a good idea to head out west to try to find work in gas and oil exploration. My Dad had been stationed in both Wyoming and Colorado where he taught Electronics in the Air Force, and he frequently talked about how much he liked Denver and Colorado Springs. After driving my old 1969 Chevelle across the desolate and sparsely populated midwest and the eastern part of Colorado, I finally hit Denver. I was shell-shocked when I saw it was nothing like my Dad had described it. I never cared for larger cities, and this was just too much for me. Then after talking to some local residents, including a friend who worked for Coors Brewing Co., I quickly learned that the hunting and fishing opportunities were also nothing like the nostalgic images my Dad recalled. Even at the time I was there, it was already becoming either a costly paid proposition, or going to extremely crowded public hunting lands.

I stayed in Denver a couple days and headed north. Never had any desire to go back either. Not even a little bit. I can only imagine what it must be like now.

Widespread pot usage is nothing new, and I seriously doubt if that alone is the cause of the urban decay, homelessness, crime, businesses fleeing, and illegal immigration. I think by now that you know the root cause of all of the above.... along with relentless attacks on our 2nd Amendment rights too.

Hint: It starts with a "D"

Voting for anti-gun Democrats is dumber than giving treats to a dog that shits on a Persian Rug