About 90% of the fentanyl seized at the border in recent years was at legal crossings, which undocumented migrants generally avoid, and 91% of the seizures were from U.S. citizens, according to Border Patrol data. It’s much easier to transport fentanyl pills or powder in one of the thousands of vehicles that pass through legal ports of entry every day than with the bedraggled people walking, wading and climbing across the border.
Former President Trump and other politicians and pundits have nevertheless been relentlessly linking migrants with fentanyl on the campaign trail, in Congress and on social media. A Trump campaign ad warned of “record numbers streaming across our border, costing taxpayers billions, and almost as many Americans killed from fentanyl as killed in World War II.” It showed images of crowds walking along a roadside and a Fox News headline reading, “Border Patrol seized enough fentanyl to kill entire U.S.”
This is a classic example of what we call dangerous speech: language that inspires fear and violence by describing another group of people as an existential threat. And it’s working to terrible effect: Americans are increasingly convinced that migrants are to blame for the fentanyl crisis. Social media posts blaming migrants for the drug’s toll more than tripled from December to January, according to our analysis of more than 30 sites
You probably know about the Friend’s actor that portrayed the Chandelier Bong character. He got into an accident and was prescribed with opioids. He got addicted and recently died of an opioid overdose.
Some doctors do it because they are paid to prescribe these drugs even when it isn’t necessary. It’s a mafia.
I broke a few bones riding my bike and I was given a very very mild pill. I remember feeling SO GOOD, my body felt like a marshmallow cloud melting on a rainbow. You know that feeling when it is cold and you get in a warm bed? Imagine that feeling nonstop. I couldn’t wait for the time to take the next one. When they where over, it felt like there was an empty space in my brain. Like, that constant feeling of pleasure and wellness was just gone and it didn’t feel right.
Thankfully I was aware of what was going on and fought through it.
Edit: remembering this was 100% a mistake. My brain is asking for the pills. It’s crazy, it’s been like 4 years.