Dealing it, cooking it, using it. We have to distinguish between various levels of this horrid meth shit now?
I disagree. This drug isn't like heroin that comes from a poppy field high atop a mountain prairie in Central Asia, transported via camels to Turkey, placed inside cans of caviar and shipped to Rotterdam, refined then transported to Baltimore, and sold to a third party who gets his homeboys to sell on street corners which eventually winds up in the arm of some dead young Hollywood actor.
With meth, the cooker, dealer, and user are all the same people. There isn't one degree of separation from any of them. They're the reason Sudafed is held inside a vault at the drugstore.
I have no tolerance for tweakers. If there was a button I could push to make all their heads explode at the same time, I'd jump on it with both feet. Maybe you'd agree with me if you'd ever found out your vacant rental property had been broken into and used as a meth lab and the pipes were ruined by them dumping chemicals down the drain when they were finished. That, or ever had a mullet-head tweaker on your block who didn't think anything of hammering on the exhaust pipes underneath his primer-coated Camaro at 3:00am on a weeknight because he'd been up three days straight and time didn't mean anything to him anymore. It's all about petty crime to get money for more crank.
Those people suck. People who make excuses for them suck even more.
What you said. Meth is truly evil in a way almost no inert substance is. Its potential for destruction is universal.