Don't do drugs

[razer17]

Well that video had no effect, because i would never do meth anyway.
Plus i know about the effects of meth before hand, so it didnt really have an impact.

 

[Chipperz]

These are all terrible adverts. They say nothing other than "Drugs! They'll wreck your life!" with some handy visual metaphor. They don't really shock you or make you think. Especially as the meth-girl doesn't even have meth-mouth. There's a shocking image for you.

One of the things that makes me proud of England is how awesome our government safety adverts are. Can't think of any drug ones, but here's a selection:

Creepy zombie child (Road Safety): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HeUX6LABCEA&feature=related
Julie Knew Her Killer (Seatbelts, this one's a classic):http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mKHY69AFstE

My personal favourite is a radio one: "This is the sound of a train as it hits someone on a level crossing *Perfectly normal train sound* 10 stone of flesh and blood will have no effect on a thousand pounds of steel travelling at a hundred miles an hour. "

Or the epic "Don't Die Before You've Lived" adverts: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERPb3RRvX98
There's one awesome one that they show at the cinema. It's a bit like this one, but rather than Cribs it's a trailer for a Bourne-style action movie. The worst bit? Looks like a DAMN GOOD movie.

Yup, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuYVFVb0jfA is a damn good one too. It's from our National Health Service, so it's probably trying to kill us.

 

[IxionIndustries]

There was this show on some channel it was a 2 hour special on meth if definitely made me not want to do it. i never wanted to to begin with.

Was it called "Crystal Darkness" or some shit? Because I saw something like that. I thought it was going to be Jim Henson's continueing of the Dark Crystal series..
I was horribly wrong...

No. I think it was Meth nation.

Ah.. Well, my state did a documentary about meth, so that's what I was thinking..

 

[tsb247]

I'm known better for many years. I have a friend who destroyed his own life illegal drugs. Meth is scary shit!

 

[Player 2]

If you look at drugs your brain melts. I know It's true because the adverts told me so.

 

[Housebroken Lunatic]

Now im not advocating drug usage, I just think it should be up to each and everyone to decide for themselves.

Also the video the OP posted is nothing other than governmental scare tactics. All drug users aren't addicts. If that was the case than I'd be an "addict" because I choose to drink a glass of scotch once in a while.

Addicted people aren't criminals that should be locked up. They're sick. They need help, and they certainly don't need the scorn of ignorant little dipshits like most people who can't do anything but ***** and judge people who use drugs.

The government could start programs and instruct people how to use recreational drugs in a safe and informed manner (meaning putting an end to death by overdoses). They could also put an end to ill willing criminals who profit from selling drugs illegaly . Criminals who use the drug money they earn to fund illegal trade of firerarms and murder. The government has been able to do that for years, decades even.

But they've chosen not to. They prefer having kids die from overdosage. They prefer turning some people into social outcasts, and they prefer to scare the rest of the population into thinking that all drug usage equals harmful addiction (which is nothing short of an outrageous lie).

Like I said, im not advocating drug usage. Im advocating respecting people's decisions about themselves. Im advocating not meeting addicted/sick people with scorn and disgust. How about meeting these sick people by offering a helping hand instead? How about making them feel that they don't have to hide their addiction and desperation?

Don't you think the world would be a nicer place that way?

Oh, and also, if you've ever taken even the slightest sip of alcohol or smoked just ONE cigarette in your life or just masturbated once and still consider drug usage to be a bad thing, then you are just another hypocrite. Keep that in mind...

P.S About Bill Hicks, yes, he's dead. He used drugs, drank and smoked a lot. But what killed him was pancreatic cancer. No lung cancer (from the smoking), no suicidal stunt and no overdose. Go figure!

 

[speedcoreXdandy]

Thanks for posting the vid OP, I just thought to myself "hey wouldn't it be nice to try crystal meth".

Oh wait no I didn't. I don't really care what other people think about drink and drugs, as long as they don't stop me from indulging in the art of getting drunk off my face and high as hell, which they don't, legal drugs ftw!

 

[The Gardener]

Drugs are horrible and will kill you. But it's your body, and you ahve the right to do whatever you like with it. Ads liek these provide no information on the drug, and jsut act as mindless scare tactics (and those reeeaaaaly work well on teens). So less FOX news scary-frightening-drugsarebadmkay vides and more actual information.

 

[Parallel Streaks]

Okay, not all drugs are horrible. I smoked weed for a number of years and there's nothing mentally wrong with me, seeing as I'm 3rd in my 24 people psychology course. The only physical effect I got was forgetting to eat and fitting into my XXS skinny jeans.

In rare cases it can cause paranoia, but out of all of my weed-smoking friends the only one with paranoia already had a pre-existing psychological condition which, among other things, gives paranoia.

More hard-core drugs ARE bad, but I don't want to judge anyone, seeing I was pretty much an alcoholic for the last two years. It's their life-choice, like smoking. I smoke, and I'm sick of being preached at. It's not like I blow smoke in people's face, or even when they're around, I only do it among fellow smokers who say they don't mind first.

 

[benylor]

Use your common sense, people!

Each drug has a different effect. Some are physically addictive, and some are not. Some drugs build a tolerance, meaning you need more and more to get to the same level of high; some drugs build a negative tolerance, meaning as you carry on you find yourself feeling the effects sooner and sooner, and some affect you irrespective of your previous experience. Some drugs make you hallucinate if you do them right - some make you hallucinate if you mess up - some do nothing. Some drugs make you fat, some drugs make you thin. Some drugs damage your mind, some drugs damage your body; some drugs improve your mind and/or body. Some make you violent, others make you sleepy, others make you happy.

Meth is a drug.
Heroin is a drug.
Cocaine is a drug.
Steroids are a family of drugs.
Paracetamol is a drug.
Alcohol is a drug.
Salvinorin A, the primary Kappa-Opiod stimulator in Salvia Divinorum, is a drug.
Cannabis is a drug.
Caffeine is a drug.
Nicotine is a drug.

And no two drugs in the list above do the same thing. The unfortunate thing is that the taboo and legality of each drug has NO RELATIONSHIP WHATSOEVER with the harm that drug causes. Everybody in Western society (bar those who actively seek to avoid doing so) takes DRUGS. I do. You do, even if you protest that you don't.

What our society needs to do is STOP arbitrarily banning some and allowing or encouraging others (I'd like to see our economy continue without caffeine). Stop banning them altogether. Be frank and honest with the effects. Stop stigmatising drug-users. I have (for the hell of it) visited the UK gov's website concerning young people and drugs - on it there is a test for how much of a problem you have with cannabis. I hadn't used any at all at that point, and I discovered I had a slight problem with cannabis and should think about stopping. (Apparently, having pro-cannabis opinions is the same as having a problem with cannabis).

We are being brought up to think that all illegal drugs are the same - cannabis will kill you just as fast as meth will, as far as we're meant to believe. As it is, the only negative effects recreational cannabis use has are directly related to its legality. Chance of it being laced due to unregulated dealers, conviction and/or job loss due directly to illegality, stigmatisation by people who just don't know any better due to propaganda.

I am going to stop typing now because I'm going into wall of text mode, and I'm probably off topic.

 

[wewontdie11]

I was at a theme park yesterday and just because we could, we rolled a couple of joints in the car park before we went in and let me tell you it enhances the experience considerably.

Next time you're going on a roller-coaster I highly recommend smoking some weed first.

 

[Jinx_Dragon]

Great another US add that tells you absolutely NOTHING!

Honestly, what the hell is with US ads and doing nothing more then shock value? They mostly are ridiculous, over the top or so vague you don't know what the hell they are talking about. If it wasn't for the 'meth tag' at the end I would think this was more an advertisement for don't return to an abusive boyfriend or something like that. Honestly the woman looked more like someone who has taken one too many punches to the face and not someone who had done meth.

Worse, they made it sound like you will just 'poof' into such an abused soul from one toke on ice. Know what this does? It makes people LESS likely to respect the dangers when they get told by their friends and other users 'look, I've done it. I've still got a productive life, get laid a lot and do I look like the walking dead to you? Come, try some, it will make you feel great.'

They really need to fire whoever comes up with these ads and get someone who will tell the truth about drug abuse. Hell, they where working with Meth! Honestly, how do you screw that up?!

Look, the sad reality is you can not convince a person not to do a drug in a five seconds, it just can NOT be done. That is why these shock value adds contain no information within them what so ever, it is too much information to condense within a sound bite. These 'dont' do it cause we told you not to' ads are a joke. They do NOT help stop the problem of drug abuse in any way, and worse we are paying someone to produce them and then a fee each time they are shown on TV. The best case situations it makes someone curious as to why drugs are bad, though usually after they have tried some! The worse case situations it makes people laugh at the true dangers as they start down the road to drug abuse problems, all cause they have tried a drug once and nothing bad happened like they where told it would happen.

Interesting side note: The Meth problem likely would not even exist if it wasn't for prohibition! It was embraced as a way to get around watches on the chemicals used to make amphetamines, as the ingredients for meth where more easily purchased over the counter so have less chance of being caught. Way to go prohibition, amphetamines are bad enough but thank you for making it's more dangerous 'big brother' more common place....

Second side note: Meth is scheduled as a LESS dangerous drug then cannabis as it has medical usage. Does that not tell you how fucked up the government's view on drugs is all by itself?

Where am I coming from to be saying these things?
I used drugs at one point in my life, still have a fondness for the occasional recreational drug, yet I became curious about the truth behind prohibition. All because nothing horrid happened to me when I started toking on a joint regardless of the horrors the government tried to teach me. Particuarlly seeing drug use in this period of my life was a POSITIVE thing, one of the major reasons why I am able to function as well as I do and am not a corpse.

What I found was 95% (made up number, but about there I would safely bet) of what you are told by the government concerning drugs is pure bullshit! That scared me more then the 5% of truth, cause it means most of the time people are going to ignore the other 5% believing even that percent is nothing but government spewed bullshit. This I believe is more dangerous then drug abuse itself, cause we really do need to be teaching people truth about drugs! There is quite a lot of negatives surrounding them and very few people will have the curiosity and resolve to search for the truth themselves...

But fuck, I guess it is just easier to produce meaningless 'shock' ads and then getting off your arse and tackling the real problems that lead to drug abuse.

 

[Supreme Unleaded]

Here's a little story/poem (more short story than poem, I guess) that I did a while ago for the Short Story Thread:

Spoiler: Psychadelic Nightmare

Bright. So bright. Lights flash past, psychedelic, mystifying, astounding, mesmerising, all go past in the blink of an eye. But the eye doesn?t blink. Eyes are wide, as if pinned open. Visions flash, past, present, future. All is melded into one, then split into a dozen strands of life, each one turning and curling around within your sight. Music plays, a crescendo of clashing sounds, creating a masterpiece of contrasting form and style. A chorus sings hymns in some forgotten language of old. You don?t understand, you can?t. You merely listen, you simply stare, enraptured by the display across your mind, tattooed visions playing an engaging symphony of light within your soul.

Darkness falls. The visions stop. Replaced with more, they continue to play. The lights aren?t as bright, but the music plays within your head like before. It gets faster. Tempo becomes upbeat, the words you hear become warped and twisted. The lights become darker and duller, purple and green and black across your view. Rain falls from nowhere and lightning strikes from within your imagination. Your eyes are spirals in a crystal frame, as your sight moves to the outside. You see yourself melting, eyes like jelly and legs and arms dripping to the ground. But the ground is no longer there. As the surroundings vanish so do you, bit by bit, piece by piece. You start to disappear. The lights fade, steady, the music starts to quieten. Sleep.

Your slumber ends with more visions, horrific in their nature, dark in their delights. They torment you. Screaming pierces your ears, fire and ice exploding into being all around you. You see the people near you ripped apart by vicious figures, but what they are you cannot tell. Blood sprays into the air, a fountain both beautiful and surreal in its very nature. Some lands on you, all over. The figures are drawn towards you, licking the drops of blood from your naked body, dragging their claws against your skin. But your skin is no longer there. Flesh creeps and muscles tighten, as the creatures, no longer mere figures but horrific forms that belong only in your darkest nightmares, rip your body in two and pick apart the bones and organs. You scream but there?s no sound. Your tongue is gone, your mouth sealed tight, sewn with a needle and thread. Your eyes are pinned open once more, there?s no escape from the nightmare. The pain is unbearable. You feel like a million knives are being plunged into every part of you. The screams of those around you suddenly stops. Silence.

You wake once more, alone. A corridor stretches in front of you. At the end is a mirror. You walk slowly towards it and take a look at your image inside the black glass. Normality. The pain has stopped, the creatures of your nightmare have gone. But it?s not over. The walls drip, blood seeping from cracks and faces staring in the dread gore that runs down each and every facade. The mirror no longer shows your image, but that of a beast, more vile and disturbing than those which saw to your earlier torture. You run back along the corridor, away from these angry things, but reach a dead end. There?s no way out. You feel a sharp pain in your chest and look down. Blood drips once more, but no longer from the walls. It drips from you. You fall to your knees, and with barely a sigh, you become still.

An hour passes. The door is kicked down and the police find your corpse alone on the ground. A knife with your hand on the hilt is embedded deep within your heart. Meth is a hell of a drug.

Let's see if that stops anyone doing drugs.

On topic, I've never done drugs, save for alcohol and passive smoking only. However, I'd be willing to try weed, but I'd never do anything hardcore. There's no need for a TV ad to tell me that. Still need them of course, to stop other, less strong-willed people. But I'm more sensible than to try meth or any other hardcore stuff.

That is so emo, tell me you didnt conjure that up in yuor brain. Sure it is probably true, im never doing drugs anyway but that is just going to give me nightmares.

 

[Hitman 43]

I will never use narcotics. I'm very aware of what it does. Turning good beings into people with no lives and nothing to look foward to. And it's one of the most unhealthiest things on the planet.

 

[Xojins]

Weed is okay, most everything else isn't. I wouldn't fuck with meth though, that's some nasty shit.

 

[Mr. Purple]

Ummm, yea, that one is a little more moving I suppose, but I dont do drugs and am not planning on it. Not that im completely against them....just not for me.

 

[SmartIdiot]

I'm of the opinion that you should do what you want. Don't knock anything until it's been tried (the likes of heroin being the exception, I fail to see how anything positive can come out of an experience like that, I mean come on, there are so many books and 'heroin diaries' published now there's little left in its favour), but don't let yourself get dragged down by it.

There's nothing wrong with recreational drug use here and there. For a lot of people it's a part of growing up, and those who choose not to do it at all, well that's their choice aswell. Personally I have tried just about every drug under the sun bar smack and ketamine. What did I learn? Well in my case I found it's just not worth it. Some people would disagree, that's up to them. I myself have discovered I just can't handle them anymore, to name a few pot makes me lazy, speed makes me a motormouth, cocaine makes me shout about nothing interesting for half an hour, hallucinogens make me panic, pills make me behave very fucking stupidly indeed...

Don't get me wrong I had a good laugh experimenting with these chemicals but I just found it's not worth having a night/day/night again of fun with them only to have the next 2 or 3 days written off because I felt too fucked up to do anything. That's when you need to give yourself a boot up the arse and a reality check because it doesn't get shit done. I never had a problem, I just decided one day "cannot be arsed with this right now" and decided to go clean for a while. Probably will muck around with them again in future when I've got a couple of spare days to write off but in the mean time it's clear headed thinking and straight ahead.

 

[Trivun]

Here's a little story/poem (more short story than poem, I guess) that I did a while ago for the Short Story Thread:

Spoiler: Psychadelic Nightmare

Bright. So bright. Lights flash past, psychedelic, mystifying, astounding, mesmerising, all go past in the blink of an eye. But the eye doesn?t blink. Eyes are wide, as if pinned open. Visions flash, past, present, future. All is melded into one, then split into a dozen strands of life, each one turning and curling around within your sight. Music plays, a crescendo of clashing sounds, creating a masterpiece of contrasting form and style. A chorus sings hymns in some forgotten language of old. You don?t understand, you can?t. You merely listen, you simply stare, enraptured by the display across your mind, tattooed visions playing an engaging symphony of light within your soul.

Darkness falls. The visions stop. Replaced with more, they continue to play. The lights aren?t as bright, but the music plays within your head like before. It gets faster. Tempo becomes upbeat, the words you hear become warped and twisted. The lights become darker and duller, purple and green and black across your view. Rain falls from nowhere and lightning strikes from within your imagination. Your eyes are spirals in a crystal frame, as your sight moves to the outside. You see yourself melting, eyes like jelly and legs and arms dripping to the ground. But the ground is no longer there. As the surroundings vanish so do you, bit by bit, piece by piece. You start to disappear. The lights fade, steady, the music starts to quieten. Sleep.

Your slumber ends with more visions, horrific in their nature, dark in their delights. They torment you. Screaming pierces your ears, fire and ice exploding into being all around you. You see the people near you ripped apart by vicious figures, but what they are you cannot tell. Blood sprays into the air, a fountain both beautiful and surreal in its very nature. Some lands on you, all over. The figures are drawn towards you, licking the drops of blood from your naked body, dragging their claws against your skin. But your skin is no longer there. Flesh creeps and muscles tighten, as the creatures, no longer mere figures but horrific forms that belong only in your darkest nightmares, rip your body in two and pick apart the bones and organs. You scream but there?s no sound. Your tongue is gone, your mouth sealed tight, sewn with a needle and thread. Your eyes are pinned open once more, there?s no escape from the nightmare. The pain is unbearable. You feel like a million knives are being plunged into every part of you. The screams of those around you suddenly stops. Silence.

You wake once more, alone. A corridor stretches in front of you. At the end is a mirror. You walk slowly towards it and take a look at your image inside the black glass. Normality. The pain has stopped, the creatures of your nightmare have gone. But it?s not over. The walls drip, blood seeping from cracks and faces staring in the dread gore that runs down each and every facade. The mirror no longer shows your image, but that of a beast, more vile and disturbing than those which saw to your earlier torture. You run back along the corridor, away from these angry things, but reach a dead end. There?s no way out. You feel a sharp pain in your chest and look down. Blood drips once more, but no longer from the walls. It drips from you. You fall to your knees, and with barely a sigh, you become still.

An hour passes. The door is kicked down and the police find your corpse alone on the ground. A knife with your hand on the hilt is embedded deep within your heart. Meth is a hell of a drug.

Let's see if that stops anyone doing drugs.

On topic, I've never done drugs, save for alcohol and passive smoking only. However, I'd be willing to try weed, but I'd never do anything hardcore. There's no need for a TV ad to tell me that. Still need them of course, to stop other, less strong-willed people. But I'm more sensible than to try meth or any other hardcore stuff.

That is so emo, tell me you didnt conjure that up in yuor brain. Sure it is probably true, im never doing drugs anyway but that is just going to give me nightmares.

In which case my job is complete I did make all that up in my own brain, and no I'm not emo, although I do have a liking for emos generally (I'm an indie guy with an unhealthy obsession witj goths and the macabre). But yeah, that was all my own idea. I was aiming to try and shock or scare people though, hence the name Pyschadelic Nightmare...

 

[Supreme Unleaded]

Here's a little story/poem (more short story than poem, I guess) that I did a while ago for the Short Story Thread:

Spoiler: Psychadelic Nightmare

Bright. So bright. Lights flash past, psychedelic, mystifying, astounding, mesmerising, all go past in the blink of an eye. But the eye doesn?t blink. Eyes are wide, as if pinned open. Visions flash, past, present, future. All is melded into one, then split into a dozen strands of life, each one turning and curling around within your sight. Music plays, a crescendo of clashing sounds, creating a masterpiece of contrasting form and style. A chorus sings hymns in some forgotten language of old. You don?t understand, you can?t. You merely listen, you simply stare, enraptured by the display across your mind, tattooed visions playing an engaging symphony of light within your soul.

Darkness falls. The visions stop. Replaced with more, they continue to play. The lights aren?t as bright, but the music plays within your head like before. It gets faster. Tempo becomes upbeat, the words you hear become warped and twisted. The lights become darker and duller, purple and green and black across your view. Rain falls from nowhere and lightning strikes from within your imagination. Your eyes are spirals in a crystal frame, as your sight moves to the outside. You see yourself melting, eyes like jelly and legs and arms dripping to the ground. But the ground is no longer there. As the surroundings vanish so do you, bit by bit, piece by piece. You start to disappear. The lights fade, steady, the music starts to quieten. Sleep.

Your slumber ends with more visions, horrific in their nature, dark in their delights. They torment you. Screaming pierces your ears, fire and ice exploding into being all around you. You see the people near you ripped apart by vicious figures, but what they are you cannot tell. Blood sprays into the air, a fountain both beautiful and surreal in its very nature. Some lands on you, all over. The figures are drawn towards you, licking the drops of blood from your naked body, dragging their claws against your skin. But your skin is no longer there. Flesh creeps and muscles tighten, as the creatures, no longer mere figures but horrific forms that belong only in your darkest nightmares, rip your body in two and pick apart the bones and organs. You scream but there?s no sound. Your tongue is gone, your mouth sealed tight, sewn with a needle and thread. Your eyes are pinned open once more, there?s no escape from the nightmare. The pain is unbearable. You feel like a million knives are being plunged into every part of you. The screams of those around you suddenly stops. Silence.

You wake once more, alone. A corridor stretches in front of you. At the end is a mirror. You walk slowly towards it and take a look at your image inside the black glass. Normality. The pain has stopped, the creatures of your nightmare have gone. But it?s not over. The walls drip, blood seeping from cracks and faces staring in the dread gore that runs down each and every facade. The mirror no longer shows your image, but that of a beast, more vile and disturbing than those which saw to your earlier torture. You run back along the corridor, away from these angry things, but reach a dead end. There?s no way out. You feel a sharp pain in your chest and look down. Blood drips once more, but no longer from the walls. It drips from you. You fall to your knees, and with barely a sigh, you become still.

An hour passes. The door is kicked down and the police find your corpse alone on the ground. A knife with your hand on the hilt is embedded deep within your heart. Meth is a hell of a drug.

Let's see if that stops anyone doing drugs.

On topic, I've never done drugs, save for alcohol and passive smoking only. However, I'd be willing to try weed, but I'd never do anything hardcore. There's no need for a TV ad to tell me that. Still need them of course, to stop other, less strong-willed people. But I'm more sensible than to try meth or any other hardcore stuff.

That is so emo, tell me you didnt conjure that up in yuor brain. Sure it is probably true, im never doing drugs anyway but that is just going to give me nightmares.

In which case my job is complete I did make all that up in my own brain, and no I'm not emo, although I do have a liking for emos generally (I'm an indie guy with an unhealthy obsession witj goths and the macabre). But yeah, that was all my own idea. I was aiming to try and shock or scare people though, hence the name Pyschadelic Nightmare...

I never wanted to do drugs in the first place, there stupid and ideotic, thats just something that the human mind shouldnt be able to make. Now while I don't do drugs my lungs would say otherwise, im 14 and have terrable lungs since i live with TWO cain smoker parents, and it pisses me off.

 

[Triple G]

I occasionally do weed, but that's it. I don't even get what the problem with weed is. It's even less dangerous than alcohol. You know, when they would say the truth about drugs instead of saying "Drugs are bad. Marijuana turns you into a terrorist!" it would have more of an impact.