And he said, Cursed be Canaan a servant of servants shall he be unto his brethren.And Noah awoke from his wine, and knew what his younger son had done unto him.And Shem and Japheth took a garment, and laid it upon both their shoulders and covered the nakedness of their father and their faces were backward, and they saw not their father’s nakedness.And Ham, the father of Canaan, saw the nakedness of his father, and told his two brethren without.And he drank of the wine, and was drunken and he was uncovered within his tent.And Noah began to be an husbandman, and he planted a vineyard.This squalid incident occupies Genesis 9:20-25: But very early on, just after the Deluge, alcohol abuse is blamed for the first notable domestic squabble since Cain and Abel. Wine itself is most often spoken of approvingly, especially in the New Testament, as a ceremonial adjunct, even as the Romish Papists use it to this day. Beyond the frequent citations of wine, the Holy Bible doesn’t say much about drugs in any context-healing, ceremonial or recreational. There are blessed few references to drugs in the Bible, praise be-we can run through them right quick.
Probably the only way to put an end to it is to openly publish, once and for all in the same place, everything that the Bible does say about dope. The Holy Bible is a lovely and lively document, I know it inside and out, and what these assholes do to it-after they’ve gone to a concordance and looked up all the references to the word “herb,” for instance-is plain, bleeding blasphemy. And though for a Presbyterian I may be extraordinarily tolerant, these scum I would gladly see burnt at the stake. I happen to be already a tithe-paying Presbyterian, born once and for all. They’re always trying to convert me with their passionate sermons on the subject of dope in the Bible, and are always terribly disappointed when they find out the truth. I get no end of it, of course, as a High Times hack. There are untold thousands of them now, everywhere you go, and they can just jaw your ear off with these glad tidings of great joy, that you can do dope and be just as righteous and holy as anybody else. The Born Again revival of the late ’70s picked up a terrible lot of dopers, it seems, who may have discontinued drug abuse in the first flush of spiritual renewal, but who then returned to their accustomed vices just as soon as they could conjure up a scriptural justification for them. That turned out to be not an isolated incident, alas. “This guy’s trying to sell drugs!” As he stepped back to look around for the cops, I flicked down into first and tore off right through the red light. “Police!” I bawled, looking around desperately.
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