I’m should be studying right now, but I just came across a target that was a little to easy to resist talking about: a Slate article that, among other things, attempts to explain “Why buying Cocaine is like donating to the Nazi party.”
I don’t want to in any way minimize the horrors described in the article, including:
No one has good numbers on the death toll of a given drug trade. I called and asked a few think tanks how many people cocaine has killed over the past 100 years and got mostly bemused laughs. Ioan Grillo, author of El Narco: Inside Mexico’s Criminal Insurgency, has thought about this as much as anyone. When I asked him, all he could guess was a number with nine figures in it.
Alternatively, you can imagine rewriting the article as a prohibition-era argument about the evils of alcohol:
When people back home drink a small glass of whiskey, they call it a “shot.” It’s a marvel of the English language that something so horrible, so corrosive can have such a cute little name. I wonder what Al Capone’s victims would have said to that innocuous little word. “Glad I could help brighten the party,” maybe?
Yup. Clearly alcohol is evil and prohibition should never have been repealed.