Smoking without Borders -- a 10-minute film by the Hungarian Civil Liberties Union about drug tourism in the Netherlands.
Smoking without Borders from Hungarian Civil Liberties Union on Vimeo.
1) The problem of drug tourism is not caused by cannabis use or coffee shops. The real problem is the illegality of cannabis in neighboring countries.
2) The problem cannot be solved by closing down coffee shops: the supply won't be reduced but it will go underground to cause more problems.
3) The real solution to the problem is in the hands of the neighboring countries: to regulate and control the cannabis market.
from Drug War Rant
From photos and videos, Afghanistan seems to be a lovely country. Giant poppy fields in bloom must be a sight to behold.
Of course there's no tourism because things and people keep getting blown up there.
Controlling the drug trade is a full time job for the outsiders occupying the country and tourists would just get in the way.
A few more American troops, a few more wasted lives and we'll get the situation under control.
Even Canada feels the need to join in. The Queen's Bank of England needs cash flow.
An Afghan man walks through a poppy field in the Nangharhar province of Afghanistan. (Associated Press)
Canadian soldiers in Afghanistan will be ordered to attack opium traffickers and drug facilities when there is proof of direct links to the Taliban, CBC News has learned.
The new order follows a heated debate among NATO allies over whether the attacks could be declared war crimes.
Defence Minister Peter MacKay told CBC News soldiers would indeed target drug traffickers and their production facilities."We're not going specifically to eradicate poppy crops, but we would go after proven drug traffickers with operations linked to the terrorists," he said. more
For the foreseeable future the only 'tourists' from other countries in Afghanistan will be the soldiers.
Maybe they will write home and describe for us the beauty of the 'poppy fields.'
by John McCrae, May 1915
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep,
though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.