Back in 1991, I worked for The NYU School of Medicine, and one of the employee benefits was free college at the NYU School of Continuing Education. I took classes in Marketing, Computing, Sociology, Mathematics, Critical Thinking, and Creative Writing. I recently found some essays I wrote for the Creative Writing course. One was called From Rope to Dope to Hope, and it was about the medical reasons for legalizing marijuana. In the war on drugs, I’ve been a foot soldier on the side of drugs since 1969.
In the past decade, many states have legalized medical marijuana. Some have even legalized recreational use. It’s still illegal at the Federal level, so we haven’t won the war yet, but we have won most of the battles, and it was time for me to take the next step. I asked my doctor if there was any way that he could prescribe marijuana for my hip pain. He looked at me and shook his head. Then, instead of laughing at me, he calmly explained how he worked for the Veteran’s Administration and the V.A. is part of the Federal government, and therefore subject to the Federal Laws of the United States. In other words, NO, a HARD NO. I could tell that he wanted to ask me if I was high when I even asked him that question.
Recently, I was conversing with a neighbor, and since he’s an old man too, the conversation got around to comparing aches and pains. I said that I couldn’t get medical marijuana because my doctor worked for the Federal Government. Then, instead of laughing at me, he calmly pulled out his wallet, showed me his marijuana license and explained that all I had to do was pick up the phone. He, too, wondered if I must be high, because I didn’t know that.
Can I do it online?
Sure.
How?
Just type in “Legal Marijuana.”
Really?
Yeah.
Damn. I knew we won the war on drugs, but I didn’t realize that everyone else was already at the victory party. But, then again, in my defense, I was stoned most of the time. I went on my computer and typed in “Legal Marijuana.” The floodgates opened. The party wasn’t just going on. It was going strongly.
I chose one of the thousands of websites. They outlined the process and gave me online forms to fill out. They encouraged me to be truthful. Don’t worry, they said. They weren’t looking for ways to disqualify me. They were as pro-marijuana as I am. They just wanted to help me join the party. They even included a medical checklist of about a hundred different medical conditions that would qualify me. It reminded me of my essay for the Creative Writing course, but I started to panic when I didn’t see anything I had. How could that be? I take a handful of prescription drugs every day for my various ailments, but I couldn’t find anything until I got to Chronic Pain. Ah! My hip, my lovely aching hip. I checked the box for Chronic Pain.
Then I gave my credit card information and paid the $99 fee. There were just two steps to go. I had to make a doctor’s appointment and apply to Pennsylvania for an Adult Marijuana Patient certification, which costs $50.
I was disappointed. This wasn’t as simple as I thought. I had to make a doctor’s appointment, go to the doctor’s office, blah blah blah…and then the screen changed. My disappointment disappeared as an appointment appeared. PICK AN APPOINTMENT TIME. There were checkboxes for 15-minute online sessions starting with one that began in just a few minutes. I checked that one, and a zoom-style window opened up. “Dr. Atik will be with you soon.” A few minutes later the doctor came on. We had video problems, but we could hear each other. Four questions and five minutes later, the screen changed. YOU’RE APPROVED. Now, I just needed to get my State Certificate, and I clicked that link.
I filled out the online form, and then they asked me if I qualified for a discount, and they listed all the conditions that would qualify me for a discount. I saw the food stamp program, which I started this year, and I clicked that one. The screen changed.
YOU’RE APPROVED AND THE $50 FEE IS WAIVED.
Does it get any better than this? Nice country, we live in.
I e-mailed my Certification # back to the original company, and they told me that my Medical Marijuana Certification would be mailed to me. So, my next step was to locate a dispensary. The Google map made it look like there were as many marijuana dispensaries in Pennsylvania as there were trees in the rainforest. Within seconds, I found two dispensaries within a block of the bus station.
I served my time fighting against the War against drugs, and soon I’ll join the victory party. I’m just waiting for the mailman.
I’m currently working on a stage play about President Buchanan called Buchanan: A Rock Between Two Hard Places. It takes place at Wheatland, his former mansion, but now a tourist location in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. The situation shifts back and forth from 1863, when the Southern Army is in Gettysburg, Pa, just across the river from Lancaster, Pa. to the present day when a group of tourists are taking a guided tour of the house. They go from room to room and the modern group tells the story of the Buchanan administration, while in 1863, ex-President Buchanan is trying desperately to convince his niece, Harriet Lane, that she should evacuate Lancaster for a place further away from the war.
The tour group debates the issues of the Buchanan administration and his standing in history. Most either don’t know much about Buchanan or have a low opinion of him (based partly on the short video they watched prior to starting the tour), but one Franklin & Marshall student taking the tour is a big fan of Buchanan.
That’s what I entered into Bing Copilot, Microsoft’s entry into the AI market.
This is what I got back:
Copilot:
Your stage play, “Buchanan: A Rock Between Two Hard Places,” sounds intriguing! The juxtaposition of historical events and the present-day tourist experience at Wheatland creates a captivating narrative. Let’s delve into the layers of your play:
Setting and Structure:
Wheatland, once President Buchanan’s mansion, now serves as a tourist attraction in Lancaster, Pennsylvania.
The play oscillates between two critical time periods:
1863: The Southern Army looms near Gettysburg, just across the river from Lancaster. Ex-President Buchanan grapples with convincing his niece, Harriet Lane, to evacuate to a safer location.
Present Day: Tourists explore Wheatland, moving from room to room. Their discussions weave the story of the Buchanan administration.
Tourist Debates:
The modern-day tour group engages in lively debates about Buchanan’s legacy. Their opinions are shaped by a short video they watched before the tour.
Most visitors either lack knowledge about Buchanan or hold a dim view of his presidency.
The Buchanan Enthusiast:
Amidst the skeptics, a Franklin & Marshall student stands out—a staunch Buchanan supporter. Their admiration for the ex-President adds an interesting dynamic to the play.
Buchanan’s Dilemma:
In 1863, Buchanan faces the weighty decision of ensuring Harriet Lane’s safety during the war. His desperation to convince her to leave Lancaster underscores the urgency of the situation.
Historical Context:
Buchanan’s presidency was marked by challenges, including the impending Civil War. His actions during this critical period continue to shape his reputation.
Title Symbolism:
The title, “A Rock Between Two Hard Places,” aptly captures Buchanan’s predicament—caught between historical forces and personal relationships.
As you craft your play, consider exploring Buchanan’s complexities, the impact of war, and the enduring questions about leadership and legacy. 🎭📜
I did a double-take. Or more like a triple-take. Did Bing Copilot just use as its 3rd reference an article I wrote myself on my own blog. It sure did. I’ve become the “go-to guy” on the subject of James Buchanan.
Here’s that original blog, in case you’re curious.
Usually when historians are asked to rate the U.S. Presidents, they put James Buchanan at the bottom. I think this is very unfair. He was a very good President, who just happened to be elected at the very worst time in U.S. history.
The country was on the verge of Civil War when he was elected in 1856. Abolitionists in the North desperately wanted to crush slavery and the South along with it. Secessionists in the South were afraid of the dire consequences they would have to face if slavery, which had legally existed in America for 200 years, was outlawed and 4 million negroes were suddenly free to take merciless revenge on their masters. Buchanan had to use everything he learned during his forty plus years of public service to keep the powder keg from exploding, and he managed to do so. Then the election of Abraham Lincoln lit the fuse, and all Hell broke loose.
Rather than acknowledging Buchanan’s peace keeping efforts, both sides immediately blamed him for the war. Though Buchanan had strong sympathies for the South, he was also a strong Unionist and, for the sake of the preservation of the Union, he had to endure the lies that were spread about him by both sides. He didn’t want to further incite the South, so he couldn’t level blame on them for seceding, and he didn’t want to cast aspersions on the new President during wartime by blaming Republicans and Abolitionists for driving the South to secede. He was literally a rock between two hard places, and for the sake of the Union had to take the abuse that was heaped on him without defending himself. His silence only caused both sides to increase their level of abuse until his reputation was utterly destroyed.
He did not wish to stand idly by, though, and he wrote his memoirs to correct all the lies that were being spoken and printed about him. He loved his country so much, though, that he refused to publish his defense until the War was over. Then the Civil War dragged on and on for years and by the time he published his memoirs in 1866 it was already too late to save his reputation. History had already painted him as the villain, and he knew that a century would have to go by before his name could ever hope to be cleared. Unfortunately, a century and a half has gone by, and historians still fail to give him a fair trial. I’m sure they feel that removing blame for the Civil War from Buchanan would force them to place some of the blame on Abolitionists and Lincoln, and that just ain’t gonna happen. Lincoln had already been made into a god. After all, Lincoln freed the slaves, and he was the victim of an assassination. He’s one of the four Presidents on Mount Rushmore. His place in history was literally and perpetually carved in stone. So, Buchanan has to continue suffering “the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.” Maybe, it will be another century before James Buchanan can get a fair hearing with historians and escape the bottom ranking…unless, of course, if Donald Trump continues the way he’s going.
Our representatives are chosen in free elections. The best way to get good representatives in government is for the people to study the issues, study the candidates, and be sure to vote. Tomorrow is Election Day. Vote wisely.
AI continued to use articles I wrote as reference material. I was both flattered and impressed. I decided to keep going with the AI, just to see how much more it could help me. James Buchanan became the President in 1857, the same year that the S S Central America sank in a hurricane leaving 450 men dead and 21 tons of California gold rush gold lying at the bottom of the ocean. I read all about it in a book called, The Ship of Gold at the Bottom of the Deep Blue Sea. Captain Herndon was the captain of the S S Central America. When he knew that the ship would eventually sink, he got all the men on board busy bailing out the incoming water while he transferred lifeboat after lifeboat of the women and children to the nearest ship to them, the Marine, captained by Captain Johnsen. Captain Johnsen rescued 100 passengers. Some 50 passengers who were floating on flotsam and jetsam from the ship were later rescued by a Norwegian ship, Ellen, which was passing through the area.
I asked AI about the incident.
Among other things, AI told me that President Buchanan gave a gold chronometer to Captain Herndon in recognition of his heroism during the disaster.
Wait a minute. Captain Herndon was swimming in Davy Jones locker, and certainly not available for any medals ceremony in Washington, D.C.
AI lied to me, and I knew it. Dead men get medals, but they don’t appear at medal ceremonies. I also knew from reading the book that President Buchanan actually issued the golden Chronometer to Captain Johnsen, the live captain of the rescue ship, Marine.
So, my point is that AI is an incredible tool that can help just about everyone with just about everything, but it won’t hesitate to stretch the truth a bit for the sake of a good story. It’s my kind of ap.
By the way, Captain Herndon was recognized for his heroism with a 21-foot-tall Granite Monument at the Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland. Every year the first-year students celebrate the end of their first year at Annapolis by climbing to the top of the monument. And every year the senior class puts about 50 lb. of grease on the monument to make it a lot more interesting. The story of the Herndon Climb is another thing I learned from AI, and, of course, I fact-checked it. Maybe on James Buchanan’s birthday, April 23rd, I’ll see if I can get some Franklin & Marshall students to grease Buchanan’s statue in Buchanan Park and we’ll see if anyone can climb it.
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