This debate (if you can call it that) was aired on South African television a few years ago. To date, it remains the most hilarious and unbelievable conversation I’ve ever seen on marijuana (often referred to as ‘dagga’ in South Africa), or anything else really.
The vehement ranting. The facial expressions. The hand gestures. The truly insane arguments. It's clear that this woman is batshit crazy (and probably still sore about the first and last time she tried to score a gram and got a bag of oregano by mistake), but what astounds me more is that she was the one chosen by an organization that ostensibly has the good of the youth uppermost in mind (and has risen to sufficient prominence to warrant a voice in this debate) to represent their cause. They probably would have had some fair points to make were it not for the utter moron they appointed to make them. Is it really possible that they are all as raving mad as her, and not one of them thought to suggest a more reasonable candidate for a debate on national television? The mind boggles.
If nothing else, based on the exemplary conduct of the great William Wallace (yes, that’s really his name), this video is clear evidence of marijuana's calming effect in the face of torrential idiocy.