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Forgive me, but the idea that LSD cures heroin is kinda counterintuitive, to the point where most ppl would say "that sounds fucking exceptional" if you talked about it IRL. You say there's research, but what are your sources? Can you explain the basic mechanism of how LSD would help with addiction?
I'm not saying Honda isn't a drug-addled tardlord, as there is ample evidence that he is, but he is a stopped clock with the LSD heroin stuff.
From what I could gather from the papers, LSD/psychotropics help with opiate addiction in a physical sense by something with the chemical pathways, and in a psychological sense by allowing an addict to "step outside" of their addiction.
The major issue with the "Lol just do some acid, junkie" is you really need your psychotropics to administered in a controlled manner, and you need someone who has some clue about what they're doing to sort of help guide them; Drug addict goons from TCC are fucking idiots who take fentynal in their eyes because they thought that's what "eyeballing" means, and do things like take South American nightmare plant without doing any sort of research into propper dosage leading to results like this one:
Retarded Druggie Goon said:I was going through a bad time, my wife had left me, I was stuck with the kids, no money, no food, no transportation. I had used shamanic drumming before to discover certain things, and I decided to do it again, but with a 'little help'. I had a large shrub of Brugsmansia sanguinea I had grown from a cutting. I made a tea, and not knowing a proper dosage, guessed at 2 leaves and two reddish orange flowers. I went to bed, and tried to do some drumming. After a while, I felt the drug coming on, quite strong, but for some reason, I fought it. I fell asleep. I had terrifying dreams of being chased by a demon who kept smashing my face into the projectors in a movie-theatre projection booth where I worked. I woke up at one point, from pain, as I ran into the kitchen counter at full speed, which smacked me down, and I crashed on my back on the hard floor, no hands to cushion me whatever. I gasped from the shock and pain and 'passed out' again. That's all I remember.
When I awoke the next morning, I felt very strange. There was blood on the sheets, my legs were cut up, some nasty cuts on my forehead. My son stood at the foot of the bed, staring at me. He looked at me strangely and said, 'Dad, I think you need to come into the living room.' I followed him and stared aghast at the carnage. A large plate glass window, about 4 feet by 8 feet, had been smashed - it was not safety glass, there were ominous daggers of glass. It seems I had gone through it, fortunately knees first, or I would have been decapitated. I had torn the back door off its hinges, same thing with the clothes dryer. 'What happened?' I asked him.
He said I went crazy during the night, they didn't know why. The three kids cowered in their room as I ran back and forth through the house, smashing full speed into walls (evidently at the same time as my dreams of being chased by the demon). I was yelling and saying strange things. I stood in the shower with my clothes on and wept. I seemed intent on destroying myself, and did the aforementioned damage to the window and door.
I went to check myself in the mirror. I looked like a Martian - my blue-green eyes were completely black, like those guys infected by the alien virus in the 'X-Files'. And I was cut up very badly.
DO NOT TRY THIS STUFF!!! maybe under controlled circumstances with an experienced shaman it would be a different experience, but I could have been killed, and it was truly the most frightening experience of my life.
The very last thing any TCC reject needs to be told to take more drugs.
So yes, its dumb as hell to advocate the low impulse control manchildren on something awful treat one illicit drug addiction with another, but HondaRiders heart was in the right place and backed up by a couple clinical studies.
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