Crystal Methamphetamine Capital of Ontario

One of the jobs of those who work as prison guards is to read all the mail that prisoners either send or receive.  This is done for various reasons such as security concerns, evidence gathering, threats of violence, etc.  And one thing noticed over the past few years is the increase of letters with postmarks from small towns in our own area, including – Lucknow, Paisley, and Teeswater.  This is primarily because Bruce, Grey, and Perth counties are now considered the crystal methamphetamine capital of Ontario.  This relatively inexpensive, highly-addictive, illegal street drug, easily cooked up in dangerous home laboratories has rapidly become our area’s worst crime problem with the accompanying offences of shoplifting, robbery, home invasion, violence among dealers, and even murder.  Last June, a local multi-county police operation called, Project Roller, rounded up almost 40 crystal-meth dealers and led to more than 200 drug charges.  To assist in the battle, the National Association Of Pharmacy has ordered that a wide range of cold and allergy medications that contain ingredients used for cooking up crystal-meth be moved behind the counter.  Sgt. Michael Bellai, who heads up Stratford’s drug enforcement unit comments, “Crystal-meth has become somewhat of an epidemic.  It’s in all walks of life.  It could be anybody.  It could be the prom queen.  It could be the business owner.  Anyone. Not that we don’t have other drugs, like all other places have, but this is the most popular one here and arrest totals have gone through the roof.” …

All this reminds me of the following article I read:

The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a crystal methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse and he asked me a rhetorical question, “Why didn’t we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?”  I replied, I had a drug problem when I was young: I was drug to church on Sunday morning. Sunday evening and Wednesday night.  I was drug to church weddings and church funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials.  I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn’t put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.  I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity. I was drug out to pull weeds in mom’s garden and cockleburs out of dad’s fields. I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop firewood, and, if my mother had even known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.  Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today’s children had this kind of drug problem, Canada would be a better place.  God bless  parents who drugged us