I was watching a program on Nat Geo this weekend called drugged.
It followed various addicts around as they tried to beat their addictions.
Crack, heroin, meth, coke, weed and alcohol.
They were all very sad, but by far the most messed up person was the alcoholic.
This guys was a complete wreck. He had a lot of people around him who clearly, despite his raging addiction, loved him very much.
By the end of the show he had agreed to undergo 90 day treatment.
He died 17 days later while in rehab at the age of 28. He had poisoned his liver and pancreas to such and extent that it was too late to save him.
At 28.
That is the legal drug.
Life is made up of choices. He chose poorly. For every group of moderate social drinkers, there will be one who cannot control his passions.
I lean libertarian but would never call myself one for various other reasons. My desire to end the prohibition is certainly not because I love drugs. I don’t do drugs. Never have. And I have no doubt many who pushed through the Colorado laws simply want to smoke pot. I just believe that trying to prohibit something self destructive (whether we are talking drugs, or even helmet laws) is misguided. Someone said we need the legislative to be limited in the aspects of life it has the control make laws about.
“They were all very sad, but by far the most messed up person was the alcoholic.”
Alcoholism certainly is brutal for all involved.
By no means does the following recount imply you share the same views, your statement just reminded me of somebody: There was a guy named Roland who used to live in these parts. He was tall, had long blond dreadlocks, was a good drummer, had some beautiful children whose mother’s booted him, and his occupation was being a marijuana dealer. One of the things he really liked to do was to preach about how bad alcohol was. He could go on and on and on about all the different drugs being so much better and safer than alcohol, even meth and heroin. He would preach such with gusto and zeal, much in the same way an animal rights activist vegetarian goes off on how meat is murder. This guy Roland would really get up in people’s faces about their drinking of any amount if they so much as even hinted that marijuana wasn’t such a good thing. The guy was relentless.
One day a friend mentioned to me in passing that Roland had died a few months prior. I asked how. My friend replied that a guy shot him in the face. I asked if he thought it was because Roland was doing his usual of ragging on alcohol and promoting marijuana. My friend replied that not only was that the case, but that Roland had entered the house of the guy he was ragging on and wouldn’t leave! The homeowner finally just couldn’t take it anymore and shot Roland in the face. Guess he shut him up. No charges were ever filed. Roland literally promoted marijuana to death! Perhaps he still would be alive if he had just moved to Colorado or Washington, but I suspect he still would’ve made his trips to the Mexican border.