There is a large block of people out there who argue for the legalization of drugs. They claim that crime would decrease and that people could be better helped. Some of them will also admit that they want the tax revenue, since you can't tax something that's illegal. I think they overestimate the industry.
People tend to get into drugs long term because they do not like their lives. Users take the drugs to escape reality to a 'better' world. Peddlers get into it because of the money or the power. Although some people subscribe to the notion that surrender to aberrant behaviors makes it easier, making evil things legal does not change their nature. The natural law reigns surpreme.
Although I am frequently lumped together with libertarians, I am fed up with legalization advocates who insist that crazy cartel violence in Mexico would stop if we legalized drugs. These people are not interested in being rational. They have virtually no resistance from the government, even from the military. Maybe you remember the young girl hired to be sheriff who quit after death threats or the police authorities found assassinated by drug violence. Anyone this violently motivated to make money under the radar won't quit just because they can't sell black market drugs anymore. Nothing is stopping us now from sending armies into Mexico and hunting these gangs down as terrorists... because they ARE terrorists, drugs or not. They are in this business for power, and they care nothing for you or the people they hurt. They can always find new customers when the old ones die.
This is a good example also that Ron Paul's theory is bunk. He would like us to think that if America doesn't get involved that America will be left alone. The violence is spilling over the border and catching American citizens and illegal aliens on American soil. When we do not defend our allies, we in essence betray them.
It is no mark of maturity to say "give me what I want whenever I want for whatever reason I desire or I will be a miscreant". In a recent problem between two people I know, one tried to hold the other ransom under threats of legal action. That person is not the boss, and they are not in charge.
There is a law irrevocably decreed in Heaven upon which all others are predicated. Wickedness was never happiness, and all prosperity that ever was comes from obedience to the law. Our Founding Fathers wrote that there are laws and rights that are as natural as life itself. These do not come from men and cannot be changed by him. They are from Nature's God, whose word cannot be changed.
Whatever gains we might hope from legalization of immorality in any form is temporary at best. While it might be argued that repeal of prohibition ended the risks associated with mob moonshine, the mob has not gone away. They are still criminals when it comes to the natural law. In exchange for the cessation of shootings from the mob, we have replaced it with other things more dire. Gangs now shoot indescriminately. We have spousal abuse from drunk men, DUI and DWI and Murder by the same by people who drive when drunk, and we have a great deal of wasted money going to booze and other hard chemical substances to which men have become addicted. The old obvious enemy was once avoided; in its place, we have entrenched a plague that introduces other pains, sorrows, and insecurities that destroy lives without immediately destroying the body. In the end, we have done ourselves no favors.
While making something illegal makes more criminals in an instant, no law ever passed making something legal has made men more law-abiding. Laws only target behavior. They do not change human nature.
An old indian legend is told of how Indian youths would go away in solitude to prepare for manhood.
One such youth hiked into a beautiful valley. There he fasted, and on the third day he decided to test himself against the mountain. He put on his buffalo-hide shirt, threw his blanket over his shoulders, and set off to climb the peak. When he reached the top, he could see forever, and his heart swelled with joy. Then he heard a rustle at his feet. Looking down, he saw a snake. Before he could move, the snake spoke: “I am about to die. It is too cold for me up here, and I am freezing. There is no food, and I am starving. Put me under your shirt and take me down to the valley.”“Oh, no,” said the youth. “I know your kind. You are a rattlesnake. If I pick you up, you will bite me, and I will die.”“Not so,” said the snake. “I will treat you differently. If you do this for me, you will be special. I will not harm you.”The youth withstood for a while, but this was a very persuasive snake with beautiful markings. At last the youth tucked it under his shirt and carried it down to the valley. There he laid it gently on the grass. Suddenly, the snake coiled, rattled, and struck, biting him on the leg.“But you promised—” cried the youth.“You knew what I was when you picked me up,” said the snake as it slithered away. (From Iron Eyes Cody, “But You Promised,” Reader’s Digest, June 1989, p. 131.)
Do not allow yourself to be deceived. A leopard cannot change its spots. They are controlled substances because those who use them surrender their control and become slaves to chemical dependency. Those who sell them are snakes, and they will kill and maim and hurt any who get in their way. It is in their nature, and the poison they sell will eventually end your life. Mr Miyagi was right that the best way to avoid a fight was to not be there.
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