Sheer youth has become the Achilles' Heel of one of my favorite American young men. The world officially ended the day Michael Phelps enjoyed a bong. Oh, no, America. Life as we know it is OVER. Now, every time we look at a box of Corn Flakes, we can order a different Michael Phelps poster... a poster of him laying at poolside completely naked -- smoking my.. uhh.. a 9" fatty.Ehhh... give me a break.
By now, America should be selling pot in pharmacies at rock bottom prices... using the tax money to pay down the National debt... and squeezing the life out of drug smugglers by undercutting them. This way, we save precious law enforcement officials in the US and Mexico -- and then, we let free enterprise drag the underground pot market into darkness.
As I step off of the soap box on legalizing drugs, I see Michael's 'flub' in a different light. Take heed... Phelps may have won 8 gold medals, but gold does not make one immortal. He made a 'mistake' just like everyone else does day in and day out. He apologized for it and promised not to do it again.
All heroes stumble. Not all of them acknowledge when they do -- and those are the heroes that keep tumbling into villainy. The Black Man Next Door still stands by his Olympic hero, and hopefully, the legal ramifications won't pick Mr. Phelps apart. So young... a long road ahead.
