All over Manhattan and across the other four boroughs, tens of thousands of people get happy, mildly buzzed or half-bombed every night. Tens of thousands. And yet people are still getting popped at alarming rates for getting mildly and harmlessly baked. I have no dog in this fight at all (I haven’t turned on since the ’70s) but I find it astonishing that New York City cops, 45 years after pot consumption began to explode in the mid ’60s, are expending so much chickenshit energy to bust people for doing next to nothing.