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The War on Drugs according to Cafferty.

I love this man. Most days his opinion is dead on with mine. Most days.

This time is no different. And because of that, I don't really have much to add.

I wonder if everyone dares follow the links in blogs these days. I do. But I'm a baller. Some people won't click a link no matter the reason.

In case you're considering NOT opening the link, here's a blurb from the Cafferty's column:

"What do you suppose the total price tag is for this failed war on drugs? One senior Harvard economist estimates we spend $44 billion a year fighting the war on drugs. He says if they were legal, governments would realize about $33 billion a year in tax revenue. Net swing of $77 billion. Could we use that money today for something else? You bet your ass we could. Plus the cartels would be out of business. Instantly. Goodbye crime and violence."

Here's the link, I hope you click it.

Comments

Samsmama said…
I clicked...and couldn't agree more!
garrito said…
Y'know, I couldn't stand the guy years ago when he was an anchor in NYC. Always seemed smug to me.

But now...now he has that great "I don't give a flying fuck what anyone thinks about me" attitude that allows him to speak his mind.

I just feel sorry for him that he has to answer to Wolf "Assface" Blitzer.

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