Does anyone know where Hunter Biden is?
Sara Carter: On Wednesday, U.S. Customs and Border Protection (CBP) officers seized over 103 pounds of heroin and fentanyl pills at the Port of Nogales on the Arizona-Mexico border, according to a Thursday CBP press release.
The drugs, estimated to be worth $1 million, were discovered under the floor compartment of a 21-year-old U.S. citizen’s sedan Wednesday morning when he was attempting to enter the United States.
When he attempted to enter the U.S. through the checkpoint, CBP officers requested that the vehicle receive an additional inspection. During the more thorough secondary inspection of the sedan, officers discovered 68 drug packages under the floor compartment. Of the drugs seized, 102 pounds were heroin and 1.5 pounds were fentanyl, the CBP determined.
“Federal law allows officers to charge individuals by complaint, a method that allows the filing of charges for criminal activity without inferring guilt,” the press release clarifies. It adds that: “An individual is presumed innocent unless and until competent evidence is presented to a jury that establishes guilt beyond a reasonable doubt.” more
I have a funeral to go to this week.
We are burying a young man, I’ll call him Cam although that is not his real name, who was the son of a good friend of mine.
I am not sure when or where at this point, because his father was not expecting Cam to die.
Or, more accurately, did not know he would die NOW.
But he knew he would die soon.
You see, Cam was a herion addict. Pretty easy guy to dismiss. He stole everything from everyone to fund his habit, shot up his way out of several good jobs, lost a son of his own because he hooked his girlfriend who bore the child, wrecked cars, got in trouble with the police, and was a pretty worthless guy.
No one worth mourning, right? He’s just scum. Something to be wiped off society’s shoe, and good riddance to him, you would say.
And Cam, were he alive, would probably agree wiht you.
That’s one of the things that makes kicking this such a chore. Addicts know they are acting horribly. Addicts are, on some level, ashamed of what they do. Addicts don’t think any more highly of themselves than you think of them, at least the herion kind don’t, and so they withdraw from polite society. They live instead in the shadow world, peopled by other addicts, a dark realm where stolen propety is fenced,favors are traded, and illicit drugs of questionable quality and formulation are eagerly consumed in typically unsanitary environments using improperly cleaned instruments. They live among their fellow damned as they are only comfortable among people as scummy as themselves that they can get high with.
You know, some of the damage you see is amazing. Veins do not react well to multiple injections. Even absent other diseases, thromosis, phlebitis, infections of every imaginable kind, and collasped veins are endemic. It’s always a joy to try to find an IV site on an addict because they’ve detrohyed most of them with their self-injections, blowing out anywhere there’s an obvious vein. There are some non-standard sites such as between toes, but anywhere YOU go with a needle, THEY will go with a needle. Some will even note that they get a central line planted at the hosptial and try it themselves later. This usually ends in a very bloody death. Some will cut their skin and rub the drug in it. A long-term herion user is a very visible thing in many cases just from the damage they do with injections alone, let alone all the other sequela of doing illegal drugs such as wrecks and crimes and assualts of every kind, without even getting into the actual drug.
So, worthless addict off the streets, one more down, right? Time to celebrate, yes?
No.
To society at large, he was as worthless as he felt. Even to those who loved him, he was nothing but a burden towards the end.
But they still loved him.
And so did the Lord.
I knew Cam somewhat through his father, provided a guitar amplifier years ago so his band could play a gig when his went out, and watched him grow up while he was in his father’s house, and later saw him slide towards his self-made hell through his father’s eyes. I piped for the death of his first son, and rejoiced with my friend when a second son was born with none of the problems of the first becasue his mother managed to not be an addict for 10 months. I joined in the effort to pull him away from this even though I had never, while I was running squad, seen a good outcome. He refused to talk to me, which I was not surprised about, so I wrote him about what his life would be if he continued, and what it would be if he stopped. I took him through the partal revivals of some addicts, where they would be down too long to regain all their faculties, come back blind, come back demented, come back crippled, come back with severe cardiovascular problems and other issues. Sometimes they ended up like stroke patients from the oxygen deprevation. I told him of the prayers that were engaged for him, and of a faith-based group that was actually recovered addicts that could use the Lord to help him, the ONLY time I’ve ever heard of anyone getting off heroin and STAYING off.
I never knew if he read any of it. I would guess he did not.
He self-admitted to rehab programs numerous times, and his father financed it all. Usually he would sneak out for drugs or violate the rules, and that would be the end of it for that time. He never tried the faith-based group, he wasn’t the type to believe in any God he didn’t see in a needle.
I discussed medical things I’d heard of with his father, suboxone, lofexidine, naltrexone,etc., the middle of which is a withdraw symptom drug, and the other 2 are opiod antagonists meant to take the high away if you DO take some. Interesting thing about the antagonists, they just take MORE heroin to try to counteract it.
At the end of the day, you can’t help someone who doesn’t want help. And herion makes you not want help.
Herion makes you believe you are not WORTHY of help.
He’d been given Narcan more times than I can count. I’m told he was Narced twice by IV on his final ride, to no effect. Maybe there was fentanyl involved, maybe he was mixing his pleasures as many of them do, maybe he was just down too long. Who knows.
Either way, he’s dead today.
I’ll be going to his funeral this week, whenever his father arranges it. Funerals are for the living, not the dead. This funeral will be about a stupid waste, and about people who are heartbroken that they could not prevent it.
And look at his 10 year old son, who I’m told, found his father dead from the drug. Not the first time, tragically, but it’s the first time he won’t be coming back.
It’s a lot for a 10 year old to process.
And he loved his father, too. Whatever WE think of him, that was his dad, and HE didn’t deserve this, and doesn’t deserve to hear what a shit his dad was, either. I don’t know if his father wants me to pipe for him as father is laid to rest beside the first son in the same graveyard, if he does, I will, but I probably won’t be able to do well at it if I look at his child.
Funerals are for the living. For the living to remince, to console, and to grieve. But this one needs to be about a hard lesson too, what heroin does to lives, families, and communities. What power it has, what a destructive force it is, how very strong a chain it forges on its victims. The poem King Heroin is apt, it WILL rule you till it kills you.
Funerals can be a platform of sorts, too.
To try to save any in hearing who will listen.
Especially that boy.
One person who will not be at that funeral is the dealer. Dealers don’t deal in consequences, dealers deal in smack. Dealers are your best friend till they get you hooked, then they’re your loan shark, your master, and you will dance for them like you’ve never danced before if you want to get high. Dealers like to maximize profits, too, by putting novel things in your drugs that are cheaper, like fentanyl, or diluting your dose so you’ll buy more. Dealers own your soul on the Devil’s behalf until it’s time to turn you over to him, then they’ll simply go out and find another victim.
Someone loved him.
But it wasn’t his dealer.
I don’t excuse Cam today. He was an adult who made his own decisions, and is probably suffering in literal hell today because of it. I have no comfort of the Lord to give anyone, in all probabilty the drug took him before he could ask the Lord for mercy.
And that’s the hardest part of all.
But funerals are for the living, and I can’t know what that young man thought while he lay dying, if he came to the Lord at the last or not, so it is not for me to bring that thought to a burial service.
But it will have to be advanced sometime, to try to warn others of the extreme danger they court, should they follow in Cam’s footsteps.
No, I don’t excuse Cam, but he has paid the ultimate price for his sin, and he is but one of many who have been led to that sin and their own strenght insufficent to escape it. Now he is gone and many mourn him still, although it was expected, so I will not hate him.
But I will hate his dealer, and all who sell poison.
I will hate his dealer, and all who trade in pain.
I will hate his dealer and all who profit as familes are destroyed.
I will hate his dealer and all those who are involved in his supply chain.
For his father, for his son, for Cam himself, and for all who have, or know, someone who has had their life ruined by this garbage, I hope that those who were arrested in this raid die in a squalid prison cell, mired in their own feces that they are unable to contain because of damage done from multiple rapes.
No punishment is too harsh, nothing is too cruel and unusual, nothing should be off-limits when it comes to those who operate the drug trade.
But there is no earthly punishment tht is sufficent. They need to be sent surely and swiftly to the Throne of Judgement, so the Lord who sits on it can deal them a fitting, and eternal, punishment for what they did to the Lord’s other creations, for their own personal profit.
Nothing else will serve.
God Damn them.
God Damn them all.
Pour it into Mexico’s drinking water.
Fuck em, they are obviously assisted by their government just like “Chyna” currently and Russia years ago.
Im an x-pat, living on the coast in Mexico.
Talked with a local yesterday who blames the USA for skyrocketing drug use here. He blames the US because the border is closed, stopping most of the drugs from leaving Mexico thus making the drugs more available to Mexicans.
HA
I almost lost my son to a heroin overdose 13 years in 2007. When he called me he was sacred shitless and was pretty close to dying. Fortunately we were able to get him into rehab and he made it thru with God’s help and the help of his girlfriend who is now his wife of 10 years. I almost became a murderer too because I knew the kid who gave him the junk and I wanted to kill him badly. Heroin and other drugs including alcohol are nothing to mess with, I have known too may people who have OD’d or killed themselves including a friend who jumped off of the Monroe Street bridge in downtown Spokane ending his life because he was so screwed up on drugs. Another friend has been a vegetable for over 40 years because he was a garbage head back in the day. He’s been in and our of mental hospitals for years and I’m surprised that he’s still alive. And another good friend gorked himself in a drunken motorcycle accident after I warned him that I had a dream where I woke up screaming and scared the hell out of my wife that I had seen him jumping off of a bridge and killing himself, he’s still alive and his wife takes care of him but he has been nothing but a vegetable for 23 years. And I could’ve taken the same path if I hadn’t turned my life around with God’s help and grace and haven’t touched any drugs or smoked dope since Labor Day 1975. And I have no intention or have been tempted to use drugs since then. I don’t even like alcohol and will very rarely ever even drink a beer or wine anymore. And I don’t apologize to the guys in my book club who drink when we have our book club meetings and they all know it.
God bless you and your son, Geoff. Your success stories are inspiring, and as with all such, depend on the Lord for victory as no other way is possible. To Him be the glory.
Build the Wall. Simple. Keeps out criminals, terrorists, and drugs.
We ain’t been paid yet!
SNS — My best girlfriend’s 30-something son also died of an heroin overdose. You just described him to a ‘T’. He even held his family and some family friends at gunpoint once. He was all the ‘bad news’ any family ever faced with an adult child under the influence of drugs. It’s so sad because unless the person gets clean you know exactly how the story ends.
AbigailAdams SEPTEMBER 27, 2020 AT 3:14 PM
“… you know exactly how the story ends.”
…and that makes it hard to pray, AA. We’re supposed to pray in faith and belief, and I know the Lord can do anything, even have some testimony here from Geoff, but at the same time I’ve seen thus EXACT SAME THING follow the EXACT SAME PATH that I can sing along with it at this point, it’s so depressingly predictable. I’ve seen miracles and I’ve lived miracles, so there’s no doubt in my heart we serve a lord who CAN.
…It’s just that it sometimes seems that he is not a Lord who WILL, on some matters, anyway…
Maybe it’s just a reprise of “you have to WANT to get better”. I can ask the Lord to give another a gift, but that doesn’t mean they are willing to RECEIVE it.
Heroin addicts do think poorly of themselves, and frequently refuse help because they think they are unworthy of it.
Sometimes, that means they think themselves unworthy of Salvation, too.