Standing Up To The Devil

I DESPISE cigarettes, because they kill millions of people, including my parents. I despise Meth amphetamine, because it destroys bodies and minds, and inevitably necessitates extensive medical treatment and rehab, the expense of which is a burden transferred to the rest of us, and never repaid by the actual abuser. Anyone who repeatedly, regularly uses these two killers is guilty of burdening society, and guilty of attempted murder, and is therefore my sworn enemy.I despise sexual promiscuity, because it spreads disease, and results in conflict through dishonesty, casing broken hearts and lives, impacting innocent people. The children of a parent who engages in a lifestyle of drug abuse and sexual promiscuity are often victimized by emotional and mental illness, and have been known to attempt suicide, and, tragically, to sometimes succeed. Anyone, especially anyone with children, who abuses drugs and sex and refuses to seek treatment, even after the attempted suicide of their own child, is a cancer and a threat to civilization. Drug addiction is not the fault of the addict, but the failure of the addict to recognize the problem, and its negative impact on their own children and the rest of society, and to seek treatment, is indeed the drug abuser's fault, especially when children are victimized by it. Drug abuse invariably turns people into criminals, who steal from their employer, friends, and family members, miss work on a regular basis, and have even been known to go so far as to steal stoves from rental houses to conceal evidence of meth manufacture, and to steal furniture, light bulbs, electrical outlet covers, and carpet cleaning machines to later sell on Ebay in order to raise money for the purchase of anti-freeze, cold medicine, and various toxic chemicals used in the manufacture of meth. Meth addicts go from town to town making these purchases, to avoid suspicion. People who are sufficiently irresponsible to engage in drug abuse and irresponsible sex are a burden to everyone; thus, they are everyone's concern, everyone's business. May we all survive the harm these diseased people cause, and may we eliminate their sickness from our lives, to create a better world. Meth and reckless promiscuous sex are joined at the hip, so to speak. The more meth, the more reckless sex. This is because meth enhances libido, reduces inhibitions, makes the user feel invincible, superior, godlike. On meth, one becomes a genius, or so one believes. All choices are justified, all desires demand immediate satisfaction, all negative consequences are blamed on others. Sex partners become expendable, to be used and discarded, like garbage. The drug itself becomes all important, to be obtained at any cost, a devil which assumes complete control of its user. The abuser's children become an inconvenience. The meth addict does what she pleases, when she pleases, regardless of the neglectful impact on her children. A parent on meth is a child abuser, without question. To befriend a meth addict is to place yourself at great risk of being exploited, deceived, manipulated. Hence, meth addicts eventually have no friends. Any friend of a meth addict who ignores the monster in the room is enabling the monster to flourish, and is therefore not a true friend, but rather, an enabler of suicide. Forcing the addict to acknowledge and confront the monster is the only form of true friendship. Friends of meth addicts are confronted with two choices: to passively do nothing, thus facilitating the addict's self destruction, or to bravely and directly confront the evil monster, thus initiating a painful but valiant life or death struggle to save restore health, life, and productivity. The addict has become a freak, a zombie, having surrendered all power to this devil. Passive inaction kills; confrontation is the only moral choice. The issue is not moral superiority or judgment. The salvation and freedom of a potentially beautiful human being is the issue, whether to be a cowardly pseudo friend, or a real one. As for me, I will give true friendship, or I will give nothing. But I will not surrender to the self inflicted suicide of a friend. And as the end of my life approaches, I will at least be able to face myself and my God, knowing that, if nothing else, I fought the good fight, and, if I have failed, I have at least tried.