Y'all have any idea just how high the number of "legitimate pain patients" out there complaining about these new regulations are really addicts afraid of losing their supply? 'Cause I can motherfuckin' guarantee it ain't zero.
How about how many heroin users started out as "legitimate pain patients?" Again, I fuckin' guarantee it ain't zero.
You know what the fuck I see and hear here is a bunch of addicts making excuses for why their addictiction isn't so bad, and shouldn't be illegal. I've watched circles of heroin users cooking up while repeating the exact same fucking talking points.
See, y'all seem to think that there are "pain patients" and "addicts" and that the addicts are ruining life for the rest of you fine folks. In real fuckin' life, the overlap between those two groups is almost 100%. The system, that supposedly worked so great before, was turning pain patients into addicts by lying about addiction potential, by encouraging doctors to overprescribe, and by criminilazing the entirely predictable responses from the newly created addicts rather than going after their suppliers, that way they could brainwash you, yes, you personally, into believing that your fellow citizens are the problem rather than the multi-national corporations that have been raking in billions and trillions of dollars over the decades from the misery and death of regular people just like you.
What really makes me fucking sick is how easy a time they're having doing it.
Y'all keep bringing up your pain, so I'm gonna declare mine fair game as well.
I had to come home and find my wife dead. With vomit all over her, and hair plastered all over her face, this last sight of my wife was by far the most horrifying I've ever fucking seen, and that's after a lifetime of pretty horrifying shit.
My wife, who told every homeless person in the neighborhood to come by for a sandwich whenever they wanted, even though we were on welfare ourselves, and who would hide as many people in our garage as she could whenever it rained or got cold. My wife, who would take in any stray animal she saw, because she hated the thought of any creature in pain. My wife, who would just give you the pills she was so addicted to if she thought you really needed them. The kindest person I've ever known, who ended up dead, like that, and all the while billionaires like the Sackler family are laughing their asses off because they're making their money off the death of people just like her and have you convinced that those people are the problem, just a bunch of lowly low-life junkies beneath your notice, while they rake in more and more cash and more and more people continue to die.