People may run out of your way when you’re on flames, they say.
That was Richard Pryor’s terrible, sarcastic, and incredible reflection on the day he allegedly ignited himself while freebasing heroin. He ran down the street and was chased by his own spirits, lit like a light. He somehow managed to turn it into funny. Pryor didn’t make jokes to fend off anguish; he hacked it. His work became America’s camera because of his injuries.
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We don’t have a picture today. We require a fire alarms. Given the incident, Pryor fled? It never really left. It has just been converted from heroin to morphine, and it is now found anywhere. The state doesn’t even notice the smoke’s presence this day.
The Pryor Prophecy
Pryor lays it out in” Life on the Sunset Strip.” ( Explicit Content: Strong language, adult themes, and racial slurs are included. discretion of the viewer advised. ) His manic split, drug use, and the nearly-death experience. And miraculously, he managed to humor it without sacrificing its dreadful impact.
He made fun of his addiction as a separate being by saying,” It’s not you talking, it’s the pipe.” That wasn’t spiel. It was philosophy, I believe. Priory was aware that addiction had sucked the true self into the tree and floored the oil.
He didn’t really do stand-up; he stood up. He acknowledged the true meaning of being a fiend: desire, shame, and complete loss of control. When you wake up in the morning, he said,” The first thing you need is more.” That was the reality. Crazy. correct. and delivered with the medical precision of a person who had lived every minute.
The Silent Explosion of Fentanyl
Fast forward a few years. The toxins are various, but the discomfort is not. A light is not necessary for pentanyl. No tube is required for it. Only two grams, barely enough to cover Lincoln’s head on a coin, may kill you.
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In 2023, over 110, 000 Americans died from drug addictions. Around 70 % of those involved used synthetic opioids like fentanyl. Pryor’s burned-out streets now traverse settlements with cemeteries-like-looking streets.
This is not limited to up corridors. In large institutions, specifically. in affluent dwellings. in the study supplements used by college kids. It’s mixed with bogus Xanax. into fake Adderall. crushed and packaged in dime-sized Ziplocs, into desire.
There is no light right now, unlike Pryor’s world. No laughter or sigh in the crowd. Only the strange solitude of a country who keeps their tabs hidden.
A Crisis No A Wants to Relieve
Richard Pryor defined obsession rather than theorize about it. He laid it out in burning detail: Being a fiend wasn’t about beauty or rebellion. It was about obligation and needed. About the tired ceremony of getting up, chasing a great you’ve had for a while, and selling your soul parts for a few more days of dizziness.
Yet there is almost silence now as tens of thousands of people pass away from fentanyl. No need for necessity. No recurring policy. No well-known exposés. The exact society that once had people who sat spellbound while listening to Pryor then uses the body bags to make their way to the next level.
Taylor Swift’s visit bus may be covered by the media as opposed to a high school student who did it in a parking lot. The turmoil isn’t accessible unless the victim is well-known. And if you ask why, they’ll whisper something about” sympathy weakness.”
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This is stupidity, not fatigue, though. It is morally wrong. We are aware of where the medicines are coming from. We are aware of their sellers. Who is dying is known to us. And we are aware of who isn’t discussing it.
This is not a drug battle. It’s a retreat. And the silence surrounding it is the only thing that is currently more lethal than morphine.
Ruthless, Shameless, and Borderless
Fentanyl doesn’t grow in backyards or dwellings. It is smuggled across a southwestern boundary that was wide open under President Biden and cooked in Chinese laboratory before being shipped to Mexico.
President Biden halted wall structure in January 2021, put an end to the” Live in Mexico” plan, and gutted internal security. ICE detainees fell, and catch-and-release became a fad once more.
Yet the definition of “illegal alien” changed to “undocumented migrant,” as if softening the term would lessen the effects.
The outcome? Breaking new records for intersections. Cartels are in charge. In a veiled as chocolate, Frank is riding. Officials seized enough ammunition to kill every American in 2023 only to cover the cost.
So President Trump inherited conflict and a chemical war when he first entered office.
He reinstated borders security, reinstated construction of new walls, reinstated Title 42, and reclassified methadone as a threat to national security. Mexico reopens knowledge programs. China was put under pressure. Prostitution was no longer tolerated; instead, it was pursued.
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Trump didn’t view this as a concern with the government. He treated it like a battle.
Because that is what it is, and we need a leader during the war.
Between the Holes: Pain and Punishment
However, not everyone who uses drugs is a criminal. And not everyone who uses them abuses them.
Another team has quietly suffered in our quest to stop fentanyl, including the chronically ill, the impaired, and those who endure daily pain that most of us can’t even imagine.
They are not drug users. They’re not challenges. They are merely attempting to live. Strong opioids are not a luxury for them; it is respect.
However, they’ve evolved into lending injury as a result of overcorrection. Patients are left in agony, not because they’re bored, but because someone else was foolish, and doctors are reluctant to recommend, pharmacies are reluctant to fill, and doctors are reluctant to do it.
We’ve made it simpler than ever to use opiates off the road, which is a cruel humor.
Yet Pryor, who was struck by MS in his later life, said,” It hurts so bad, I pray for sleep.” In our scramble to resolve a difficulty they didn’t reason, we can’t leave people like him.
Kindness may have a backbone. However, righteousness must still have a soul.
A Torch Worth Passing
Richard Pryor again sparked his own ignominy. Now, it is the nation’s heart that is burning.
We’ve switched from being aware to being apathetic. We’ve exchanged open deed for private demise. And we’ve allowed a chemical substance to become the top cause of death for children under the age of 45.
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Pryor showed the wound to us and laughed despite the grief. However, laugh alone cannot save lives. Truth is. And even if it stings, we still need it more than previously.
This light the torch to remember who we have lost, not to lose, but to see what we’ve become.
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