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Jun 2017
A pill for this and a prescription for that, addiction is marketed to us all day and night. If you hurt then you need a pill, if you can sleep then still you need something to drink. People are falling out and our idols are dying. Children are getting strung out from the medicine cabinet at home, the days of the street dealer are gone. Mom and day start them young, a little something under the tongue. A Benadryl to keep the kid quiet, while liquid libation gets mom and dad right. What is the end, where doe it go? How far are we willing to travel down the Rabbit hole? War is not needed when you have your favorite prescription drug, when will we decide that we have been drugged enough?
Medicine is necessary but not always the answer. We have an addicted nation because we promote drugs and alcohol as the answer to all of our problems, when it truth they only mask the true symptoms of our society's dysfunction.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
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