The war on drugs is a war waged on ourselves. It is a fact that the vast majority of people have tried some drug of one kind or another at sometime in their life. And lets face it, alcohol is one of the most hardcore drugs there is, it can ruin people just as much as heroin or cocaine. Most people who try drugs once, or several times, or even lots of times, most of these people never develop a drug problem. Unfortunately, there is a proportion of the population who do develop a problem with drugs. By and large, these people already have problems in their internal lives. By far, the people most likely to end up with a drug problem are people who have mental health issues, anything from anxiety to depression and schizophrenia. Why do we pretend that the way to help these people is by throwing them in jail? We don’t through alcoholics in jail, and we don’t think that by threatening alcoholics with jail sentences would keep them sober.
The primary reason that drug use is associated with crime is that they are illegal. What I mean is that drug users resort to criminal means to get drugs because we have made them so expensive to get. Drugs themselves are not expensive to make. Poppies grow naturally in huge fields. Marijuana is called weed because the plant itself grows like a weed. It is only because we make selling the drugs obtained from these drugs illegal that drugs are expensive. If they were not so expensive, drug users would not need to resort to crime to feed their habits. If they were not illegal, drugs would be cheap. They could be taxed by the government. The could be regulated by the government, this would make them safer and cleaner, and it would do away with all the crime and illegal activity that is associated with drug addiction. This would give the government money. And all the money the government saved from halting the war on drugs could be used to help treat people with drug problems. Almost all people with drug problems want to quit. Drug use is only fun for a short period of time, then it changes from being something a person does for enjoyment to something a person has to do to keep from feeling awful. Once a person is addicted, they feel enslaved. They are chained to their habit. They want out, but by this point they have lost most everything in their life, they don’t have anything left to live for. They can’t see any way out of the hell they have made of their life. They don’t need to be punished for their actions, they are living their punishment. They need help. They need support. A jail term will just make everything worse. Having a criminal record will just make it harder for a person to get a job, to be able pick up the pieces of their lives, to recover.
What a sinister name, the word sounds like a scapel through flesh.
What do I know about suicide?
Far too much
My wife and best friend ever commited suicide. She made several attempts before she went from pills and booze to a handgun, and not many people make multiple attempts with a handgun.
I was lucky in that I did not see her put a hole through, she did that in front of her dad, at her parents place.
And I know of nothing so jarring, so painful, as surviving suicide. Being the person left after a loved one takes her life hurts like all the pain the suicidee was feeling that drove her to it.
Oh my god Di, do you know how big of a hole you have ripped in my heart. Of course not, because you are not around. And as callous as it makes you seem, I tell people that you always said you did not care about that part because you would never witness it. I usually think that that was one way you rationalized the act.
That is all I can write for now, it hurts to much tonight
We are so quick to overlook our own monstrosity, and so quick to remember the horrors inflicted by other nations.
Think of it - Vietnam, 3 million dead. Among those, about 60 000 American soldiers. The rest - Vietnamese soldiers and civilians. Whose side were the Americans fighting on? Obviously not on the side of the Vietnamese.
This fact implies that while there were not official slaughterhouses or a stated mission of killing all the Vietnamese, it sure implies that in practice, it was genocide.
that was close, I thought something had changed in the universe, my luck had turned against me and the mechanics of it had changes. Racking the clip across the teeth, again and again, all the while leaning clockwise, I could hear tumblers dropping in the background, but nothing, the just bounced around, the would not stop. I tried for three times one quarter, and I was getting no further around the circumfrence. Finally, desperate, I went the other way, and instantly everything snapped into it’s correct place, as if by magic. I was sure that this was the same problem as the first time, and I was so absolutely sure that I was doing it the corrected way, not the way I did it the first time back when during the first time. Ah yeah, whatever. All is good now
