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Call your friends and tell them you love them. Someday, out of the blue, you won’t be able to ever again.

Call your friends and tell them you love them. Someday, out of the blue, you won’t be able to ever again.

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Yes...even drunks KNOW that, but it also blurs their reality, and tomorrow they will have forgotten most or all of the embarrassing shit.

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Alcohol is a sinister cancer which has been eating away at the soul of mankind for thousands of years. It turns great men into raging, pitiful creatures. It turns sensible people into animals who lack the ability to reason. It brings out the "id", the "Mr. Hyde" that lies within all men.

The story of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde could just be altered slightly- instead of a magic potion, Jekyll just ingests a bunch of alcohol. He would behave exactly like Mr. Hyde: impulsive, violent, rapacious, lacking any form of empathy, only acting on what feels good in the moment. But then, as the sun comes up and the potion (booze) wears off, Mr. Hyde is gone and Jekyll is left with a pounding headache, wondering why he's covered in blood because he has very little memory of hte previous evening.

Alcohol is one of the most destructive variables in the killing of the West. Children neglected because parents just need to go out and "drink socially". Parents beating the shit out of each other while drunk.

And drunk drivers- anyone who is caught driving with a BAC over .04 should be executed. I know a lot of people who read this will have DUIs on their record: kill yourself, you worthless hunk of shit. I wouldn't give a shit if it was just you endangering yourself, but when you're driving, you're endangering everyone. How many young lives snuffed out because of you motherfuckers getting wasted, and then you just have to be somewhere, so you stumble into your fucking car. You're a vessel of death, and in a horrifying twist, drunk drivers usually survive accidents that should be fatal, because when wasted your body is all loose and the impact doesn't affect you nearly as much.

TL;DR- Drinking is retarded. There is no logical argument for alcohol use. Drunk drivers should be executed, even if they didn't hurt anyone. Prohibition should be brought back (after we clean out the government, of course).

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'Prohibition doesn't work!'

Yes it does, in muslim countries, because you WILL go to jail, and get gangbanged by the sandniggers while the guards watch and laugh. Our 'Prohibition' was never taken seriously, and there were lots of loopholes.

ALCOHOL IS THE FUCKIN DEVIL, young faggots. Do yourself a favor, and shun the jew juice.

While I completely agree with you, I wonder if you are someone who stopped drinking or even have the affinity for the drug. I no longer drink and will never return. No DUIs but countless years of debauchery.

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I wonder if you are someone who stopped drinking or even have the affinity for the drug.

I drank for "partying" in my late teens, and I drank a little bit when I was in the military, but then I totally stopped. I didn't like the feeling of being drunk. I don't like how it makes you feel all "loose", I don't like the dizziness, I don't like the stupid shit that it makes you justify in your mind as being okay to do or say, I don't like vomiting, I don't like hangovers (only had maybe 2, but they sucked)- all of this is the price for... what? What do you gain out of all of this? PUSSY. That's what it really boils down to.

Society has been conditioned to love booze. Even though it's meant to be a "recreational" thing, during covid lockdowns, liquor stores remained open as "essential businesses". There is a terrible, dark reason for this- because alcoholics will literally fucking DIE in withdrawal, or need to be hospitalized. I also think they left liquor stores open to keep people fat and dumb. They closed gyms and gun ranges- but you could still go get a bottle of whiskey and drink yourself retarded.

I did walk on the razor's edge of addiction. Not alcohol, I will let you all guess what substance I nearly fell to; but I got out of that life as my "friends" started dropping like flies- either being arrested or hospitalized/dying, or ruining their minds. I saw this all happening to them, thought "There's no way that'd happen to me, I'm smarter than them." Then, one day, three of my "friends" went off to go do what we were getting into. I opted out that day. Out of the 3 of those guys, 1 died that day and the other 2 ended up in jail. I then realized that I wasn't really smarter than them- I was fucking lucky and my luck would run out eventually. So I came to my family and real friends and told them "I'm struggling with something."

I was fortunate to get out before I got in too deep. This is why I have a bit of insight into addiction. I know what withdrawal feels like, to a certain point. I doubt what I felt was anything like what a smackhead who shoots up 7 times per day would feel, but I got a taste of it.

And this is frustrating, because I've been there, I've seen the horror and the destruction of potential, the sheer tragedy- and I can try to warn people, I can write these posts like this, and most addicts (who are probably in denial that they are addicts) will not read, or not comprehend the warning I bring.

I was a fat kid when I was little. I became very athletic in my late teens. This is very similar to being a drug addict, but then going into recovery- we understand being fat/addicted on a level that a lifelong skinny/fit/non-drug user will never fully understand, because they've never felt it. I am ruthless towards fat people, because I am living, walking proof that you can go from a fat slob to a fit man. I am ruthless towards addicts because I am living, walking proof that you can go from a degenerate drug user to a sober, functioning member of society. I'm nothing special, so if I can do it, anyone else should be able to- it's all about willpower and discipline, and a little bit of pride/shame. Shame motivated me to get athletic. Shame (and fear of consequences) motivated me to get away from drug users. Now, I am proud of my body, and I am proud that I danced with the devil and came away from it a little wiser.