THE ONLY THING I DON’T LIKE ABOUT THIS PROTEST OF THE “RAVE” ACT is that apparently, in order to protest Congress’s bizarro anti-drug/glowstick bill, you have to listen to rave music. Sorry, not my idea of ecstasy. Nonetheless, I’ve marked my calendar for September 6. I note that depending on how this bill gets interpreted, something like 20 or more of my friends could get pulled in on charges. (And that’s not even counting charges for actually ingesting illegal substances.)

As an old anti-drug-war ad (can’t remember who did it?) read, “Many marijuana users go on to harder things. Like grad school.”

A friend once gave, as a reason not to do Ecstasy, the fact that it made you say dumb stuff like, “Your sweater! It’s so… sweatery!” This would turn me off pronto, but I was already no Ecstasy fan, just on the grounds that I think its main effect is supposed to be hugginess, or generally acting like an overactive puppy. Eeewww. I’ve already got a religion that tells me I’ve gotta love everybody; I don’t need a drug that will make me like everybody. But whatever, gettin’ stupid isn’t illegal, why should this particular method of stupidizing be?