Surprisingly thought-provoking and unsurprisingly anti-authority, The I Chong is a breezy and entertaining re-hash (get it?) of Tommy Chong’s 2003 arrest and incarceration during the George W. Bush “war on drugs” campaign. Modeled loosely on the I Ching, the eighteen chapters comprise separate but connected contemplations on his nine months in a minimum-security federal prison, and on life and America in general. It is hard not to agree with his sentiments as concerns the Republican party at the time, a hollow and performative front for “a group of religious fanatics who disrespect our Constitution”, which if anything has become even more regressive and repressive since then. That he was busted purely for show can hardly be argued, but what of the other “millions of victims incarcerated as a result of the U.S. government’s drug laws” to whom he dedicates this book? (Though he understandably directs much of his criticism at the then-current Republican administration, he had high praise for Gerald Ford.) Cheech and Chong were the first comedians not of my parents’ generation that made me laugh, and throughout the 1970s their albums, 8-tracks and cassette tapes were as much a staple for me as Jack Benny and Bob Newhart had been for my parents. I didn’t know then how truly smart and talented Cheech and Chong were, nor frankly would I have cared. But as an old man who has lived long enough to see the pendulum swing both ways in terms of American culture and “justice”, I appreciate how tuned into the times they were, especially in skewering authority and law enforcement. Thanks to their good work, Sargent Stadanko will always be my favorite narc, and Sister Mary Elephant my favorite Catholic. Note to prospective readers, this is not a memoir of Chong’s life, nor his time with Cheech Marin, though we do learn a little about both. As the subtitle says, these are “Meditations from the Joint”.