Who knew?

Well, apparently skippy the bush kangaroo did, but not me.

Anyway, this is DrugWarRant, which links to a Salon blog. As someone who's worked with patients who needed marijuana to get through chemo or end-stage MS, I have an obvious bias.

I also remember a friend's 60+ year old father, a man who'd tried never to do anything wrong in his life, feeling like a criminal because he was out on the streets of San Francisco trying to find marijuana for his wife in the final stages of breast cancer. He was broken by the experience but he was just so desperate to give his wife even 5 moments of comfort.