Miserable Fresno deserves marijuana
Let’s get real for a moment. We live in America’s drunkest city.
Fresno has the highest concentration of liquor stores per capita in the state. If you want to open a liquor store, Fresno says, “Friend, how can we help?” However, if you want to open a cannabis dispensary, it’s “Get thee behind me, Satan!”
I can think of few cities more deserving of complete and unfettered marijuana access than Fresno. Have Mayor Lee Brand and Councilman Garry Bredefeld really had a good look around? I mean, seriously, beyond the scattered, upscale boutique neighborhoods, the ballpark and the Save Mart Center? Have they really looked around?
Fresno has the fewest parks, fewest jobs, the most economically segregated schools, the poorest air quality, the most groundwater contamination, the most blight. Along the Highway 99 corridor, with its sprawling junkyards serving as goodwill ambassadors to the new visitors, Fresno most resembles, aesthetically, one of those grimy industrial cities of the former Soviet Union.
Add to it crime, homelessness, miserable summers and foggy, depressing winters, and I believe, just for living here, citizens have earned the right to a harmless indulgence already codified by the state. Don’t Big Brother us.
Ed Miller, Fresno
This story was originally published September 5, 2017 at 3:21 PM with the headline "Miserable Fresno deserves marijuana."