cbs2.com reports that “one man was killed and another wounded in a shooting Thursday afternoon at a medical marijuana dispensary in Echo Park [above]. Hours later, another fatal shooting was reported at a clinic in Hollywood. Police are not saying if the two shootings are related.” Call me an amateur sleuth, but when I hear that two marijuana “clinics” are robbed on the same day, I’m thinking there must be some kind of connection. But what? While you wrestle with that one, I’d like to point out that legalizing dope is a recipe for a big ass surge in gun crime. (John Lott stats to follow. Not.) As someone who runs a security business on the side, I can tell you there are a lot of naive people getting into the dope business. Naive as in wearing a big fat target on their chest with the words “Rob me” written below—in ink they can’t see . . .
A referral: “He’s opening medical marijuana clinics, and he wants to harden his home.” Sensible enough, right? “He’s going to keep the supplies in the basement.” To quote Brian, wait. What? No. There isn’t a street dealer in the world who wouldn’t store his main stash off-site. To quote a less salubrious acquaintance, YOU try sleeping with that shit in YOUR house. Uh, no thanks.
Have you seen these new-style dope clinics or heard these New Age growers?
First, like Cribs, this video is a major security breach. Clever robbers—and yes, there are a few—can study the clinic’s interior layout at their leisure. I shoot him here. Take that one hostage there.
Second, security precautions are only obvious by their absence. Rent-a-cops? None. Security doors? Nope. Exterior windows (so people can see what’s going on inside, including the police)? Uh-uh. Panic buttons? Don’t see any. Odds that Mr. Man has a gun? How low can you go?
And then there are the amateur growers. Motivated by altruism and/or the desire for some killer weed, they don’t seem to understand that drugs and crime go together like a horse and carriage. But—it’s legal! Have you seen the security at an OxyContin factory? Neither have I. And that’s just the way the drug maker wants it. But I’m sure it’s as tight as a gnat’s asshole.
Of course, Darwin. It’s only a matter of time before marijuana clinics realize that—OMG!—they’re soft targets for hardened criminals. The ones that don’t will die.