Here we have the latest, not-greatest variation on a street drug that we wish had gone away a long time ago. It’s getting more dangerous. And when someone buys it on the street, there’s no telling what’s actually in it. On the other hand, there’s no telling what’s in Trump’s head these days. Yes, this is a real thing.
Everyone knows how dangerous fentanyl is. That’s why the government is trying to crack down on it coming into the country. A number of celebrities have died from it, but we don’t know how many “regular” people have. It’s not a small quantity, that’s for sure. There are any number of drugs floating around on the street, and people *never* know what’s in them. They’re taking a chance any time they get anything. With prescriptions, it tends to be what the “inert” products are and reactions to those. It’s the same with vaccines. But the majority have not had a reaction, so that’s a different story.
The government doesn’t think about anything else. They only think about what makes them look good, with all the flailing about fentanyl and none of the others, which can be just as dangerous. We’re looking at a version of Ecstasy. Since we sidetracked to fentanyl for a bit, let’s get back to the original topic.
Via Raw Story:
“Trump has overseen deregulation of the food and medical supply, resulting in huge numbers of potentially lethal contaminations across the US,” Kelly Cameron wrote Saturday in a social media post on X. “It’s only fitting that a pill made in his likeness might be poison as well.” //// “They over-promise, fail to deliver, and leave a bitter aftertaste?” Andy Corbett wrote Saturday in a social media post on X.
Yes, those are appropriate, too. Deregulation was a bad idea. No one knows if their food or medicines are going to be completely okay. No one knows what fillers might be used that they could be allergic to. Sometimes you have to take these things on faith. So Trump’s likeness is being used for a street drug that could be Ecstasy. That’s backwards. The country is the opposite of that. Here is your one-trick pony for the day. Still laughing!
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