All too true. Back in the 19th century, the preferred symbol of decay and ferality was alcohol. Believe it or not, booze was considered the enemy of civilization while narcotics largely got a free pass. The only exception I can think of to the latter was the San Francisco opium dens.
Yes. Alcohol causes a lot of grief. How many drunks have done things they later regretted? More than a few.
I want to make it clear that I’m also a sinner with my own weaknesses. I depend on Christ’s mercy and pray I never see His justice. That’s the difference between believers and unbelievers. I don’t relish my sins. I’m ashamed of them. Unbelievers, on the other hand, not only refuse to admit they do evil, some of them actually relish it. Just look at the participants in gay parades. They proudly celebrate what should be their shame (and I’ll likely be called a hater for merely writing this).
How in the world can a sick person be cured if they refuse to even believe they’re sick in the first place? That’s what’s wrong with the participants in these violent mobs. They’re spiritually sick. It has nothing to do with poverty. Poor people can and do often live moral lives.