Now, I don’t want to overstate the case but…
The War on Drugs is an idiotic, misguided, blitheringly wasteful, insanely conceived, moronic…
In essence, the WOD is a program that cracks down on people for practicing medicine without a license on themselves. Why do people take drugs? To feel better. Who needs to feel better? People who feel bad. Why do they feel bad? We’re just beginning to find out.
Most people who try drugs do not become addicted, because a specific drug may not have the specific needful effect. Its rather like shopping.
(As far as I’m concerned, if you can’t get there behind a bong and a six pack, don’t go…but this isn’t about me, or probably about you. It’s about them)
Take a for instance: alcoholism. It is one of the cliches of the twelve step recovery culture that an alcoholic will almost always remember the first time they got drunk, they really liked it, wow, wonderful stuff, etc. Same is true of cocaine addicts and opiate addicts: the chemical that most attracts them is the chemical that most closely matches what is missing in the first place. And when they find that chemical, the sensation, the experience is very similar to a religious awakening: ecstasy, Eureka! I have found what was missing!
Now, if you have money or insurance, you can toddle off to Doctor Dope, and he will addict you to any number of perfectly legal substances, and you will feel better. Now, I hasten to point out, nothing wrong with that. If it hurts, it hurts.
I have seen what ravages depression (by which I mean the medical condition, not the passing mood) can have on a person and their loved ones. Whatever ill effects might result from “addiction” to mood-elevators is a puny price to pay. And, for the most part, depression will go away if you can just keep the patient alive and hopeful long enough. With drugs, these people can live and recover. With a stern lecture to pull themselves together, they die. Miserably.
And if you dont have doctor/insurance? Self-medication, amatuer psychopharmacology is all you got.
Take away the black market expense of drugs, and they are simply another crutch. Some folks need them, most don’t. We stress that one cannot judge another without walking a mile in his shoes. How much harder to live for a day in his mind? How dare we judge what it takes to make another person less miserable, and to decide that they don’t deserve it, that we will not permit them to experiment in order to find the crutch they need.
Of course we prefer if they didn’t need it. By what heartless arrogance to we deny it to them if they do need it?