This diatribe comes from The Torygraph (UK). Most of us may recoil at some of the terminology used or at how the very specific (in this case Gordon Ramsay's brother) is used to paint a poor picture of all users of illicit substances. However, this is exactly the sort of thing that wins hearts and minds in middle England (or anywhere esle for that matter). This is what you are up against. There is even a nodding reference to the gateway theory in there (this may have been discarded by many learned people, but there are many more both in positions of power and elsewhere who firmly believe in it). Winning arguments to many....money better spent on people who deserve it, etc, etc.......
Drug addicts do not deserve our indulgence
By Jan Moir
Last Updated: 12:01am BST 18/07/2007
In the stinking pit of a Bali jail, heroin addict Ronnie Ramsay has almost hit rock bottom. His mosquito bites are infected, his lawyers need money he hasn't got and he shares his cell with a stew of paedophiles and murderers.
He has no soap and few prospects, for he is facing a possible 10-year sentence if he is found guilty of drug possession in a country with some of the strictest drug laws in the world.
At the end of last year, 134 people were on death row in Indonesia, most of them for drug-related crimes. Even if being found in possession of 100mg of heroin is a less severe offence, Ramsay cannot expect clemency, nor to be looked on kindly by the Indonesian authorities.
His brother Gordon, the chef, has all but given up on Ronnie, after 18 years of trying to help him beat addiction. For there comes a point, whether you are a brother or a government or even Iain Duncan Smith, when getting tough with drug addicts is the only way to help them. That's if they want to be helped in the first place.
The recent report from the Tories' social justice policy group, chaired by IDS, points to the serious social effect of drug abuse in this country, and proposes that drug problems should be financed by a treatment tax on alcohol. Something must be done, for drugs now seem to be everywhere, nibbling at our social fabric like a rat snacking on a corpse.
Two British schoolgirls have been arrested in Ghana, allegedly with more than £300,000 of cocaine in their luggage. A beautiful fashion designer is stabbed to death by her neighbour, a 23-year-old who became a drug abuser at Harrow, going on to develop a ripe crack-cocaine habit at Oxford.
A group of pupils from the Oratory school in London have been suspended after posting a film of themselves on YouTube apparently taking drugs. The prolonged liberty of that idiot Pete Doherty, out of rehab and into trouble again this week, continues to amaze.
Meanwhile, yo-yo addicts silt up the courts and the judiciary system, lower the quality of life and deplete medical funds that might otherwise be available for hip replacements and Alzheimer's drugs. Addicts mug old ladies to pay for their habit, then commit even more heinous crimes when off their faces on their beloved drugs.
The sympathetic, liberal portrayal of them as a luckless lot brought low by reduced circumstances and foreshortened futures is wearing very, very thin.
Ronnie and Gordon Ramsay shared a difficult, fractured upbringing, but while Gordon worked day and night to better himself and his situation, fragile Ronnie preferred the muffling embrace of the drug trance to the brisk slap of reality. So many do, when faced with a tough choice.
Yet everyone has problems, and the lives of most of us are storm-tossed in one way or another. It must not be forgotten that the root cause of drug use is the desire for enhanced pleasure; it might degenerate into self-inflicted misery at the end, but that's how it starts.
They get a high, everyone else gets a low. They want to cut out tedium and monotony, the rest of us just have to get on with it. In many ways, chronic drug addicts are even more selfish than suicides because - for their family and friends - the agony goes on and on.
For Ronnie Ramsay, the living will not be easy in a Far East prison. Not like here, where jailed addicts are to be given disinfectant tablets with which to clean their syringes, in an attempt to protect their human right not to suffer blood poisoning.
You would think they might have thought of that before they started filling their veins with Class A drugs, but reason has never been the strong point of druggies. They render themselves helpless through their vices, while expecting us to pick up the pieces.
Just ask Gordon Ramsay. He paid for his brother Ronnie to go into rehab five times, ached at their mother's despair, invited his brother to stay in his home and was rewarded by him stealing from his wife's purse.
He even paid £28,000 for Ronnie to have his heroin-rotted teeth fixed, and had to grit his own when drug counsellors told him his success was part of Ronnie's problem.
Yet all the Ramsay family got in return for their efforts was heartache and dashed hopes as Ronnie relapsed again and again.
This time, Gordon has opted for a tough-love stance and whipped away all the emotional crutches and offers of help. In a hot jail far from home, Ronnie now has to face his biggest demon of all: himself.
Back here, it seems increasingly obvious that drugs are not the refuge of the weak, but a sanctuary for the self-indulgent.