"Frank Arthur" <Art@Arthurian.com> wrote in message
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Church going people in small towns and large across America are using

drugs.

There is almost no school in the USA who isn't using, selling or sharing
drugs.
Here in the Bible Belt drugs are everywhere.

You got that right. Even though everyone is running to church every time
they open the church doors, there is incest, spousal abuse, alcoholism, drug
abuse and more. The Churches seem to be failing to get their message across
here in the south.

I lived during prohibition and the present drug problems are very much the
same. People were being sent to jail for selling or making alcohol. People
were going blind and dieing from bad alcohol.

Once alcohol was legalized and controlled the most severe problems to
society were solved.

The same no applies to drugs. Legalize and control the safer drugs and make
punishment even more severe for the sale of dangerous or toxic drugs.

"Frank Arthur" <Art@Arthurian.com> wrote in message
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Church going people in small towns and large across America are using
drugs. There is almost no school in the USA who isn't using, selling or
sharing drugs.
Here in the Bible Belt drugs are everywhere.

"Zhavriol" <zodriol@gmail.com> wrote in message
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The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a
methamphetamine
lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he
asked
me a rhetorical question, ''Why didn't we have a drug problem when you
and I
were growing up?''

I replied: I had a drug problem when I was young:
I was drug to church on Sunday morning.

I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.

I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the
weather.

I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.

I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a
lie,
brought home a bad report card, did
not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if
I
didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.

I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if
I
uttered a profane four-letter word.

I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and
cockleburs
out of dad's fields.

I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out
some
poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or
chop
some firewood; and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single
dime as
a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.

Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in
everything
I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin;
and,
if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a
better
place.

~author unknown~

What does that tell you?

Frank Arthur wrote:

Church going people in small towns and large across America are using
drugs.
There is almost no school in the USA who isn't using, selling or sharing
drugs.
Here in the Bible Belt drugs are everywhere.

"Zhavriol" <zodriol@gmail.com> wrote in message
news:1143249967.979589.160390@z34g2000cwc.googlegroups.com...

The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a
methamphetamine
lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he
asked
me a rhetorical question, ''Why didn't we have a drug problem when you
and I
were growing up?''

I replied: I had a drug problem when I was young:
I was drug to church on Sunday morning.

I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.

I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the
weather.

I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.

I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a
lie,
brought home a bad report card, did
not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if
I
didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.

I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if
I
uttered a profane four-letter word.

I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and
cockleburs
out of dad's fields.

I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out
some
poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or
chop
some firewood; and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single
dime as
a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.

Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in
everything
I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin;
and,
if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a
better
place.

~author unknown~