Because one day of hot-boxing Golden Gate Park apparently wasn't enough, San Francisco's cannabis culture is going orbital with Space Walk — a full week of 420 festivities that promise to take the city's already legendary stoner holiday to, well, space.

Look, we're not here to tell anyone what to do with their free time or their lungs. That's kind of our whole thing. Consenting adults spending their own money on legal products? Have at it. Liberty means liberty for everyone, even the guy in tie-dye who's been "finding himself" since 2012.

But here's where our eyebrow goes up: a week-long festival in a city that can barely keep its streets clean, its BART stations safe, or its small businesses open without drowning them in permits and fees. You can bet the city's event apparatus will roll out the welcome mat for Space Walk — because cannabis tax revenue is the one kind of revenue San Francisco never seems to have a problem collecting.

Meanwhile, try opening a coffee shop or a laundromat in this town. You'll age a decade navigating the permitting process.

The irony of San Francisco's regulatory state is that it's selectively permissive. Week-long cannabis festivals? Green light — pun intended. A new restaurant wanting to put three tables on the sidewalk? That'll be eighteen months and a stack of paperwork taller than Sutro Tower.

We're not anti-fun. We're anti-hypocrisy. If the city can fast-track a week of 420 celebrations, it can fast-track the permits that would actually help small businesses survive. The energy San Francisco puts into being the nation's cannabis capital should be matched by the energy it puts into being a functional city.

So enjoy Space Walk, San Francisco. Fly as high as you want. Just remember: the city is more than happy to take its cut on the way back down to earth.