LSD death and Alcohol deaths?

Question

Why is it that when someone dies because they have taken LSD people make a big deal about it? But we rarely ever hear about people dieing from Alcohol, when in fact many more people die from Alcohol? Why is this?

Answer 1

LSD is much more powerful, it has many positive quality's along with the negative. used in a proper setting LSD can open mind in a very profound seemingly spiritual way. you can see things as human being are not meant to see them. this said it makes it very dangerous for the masses, masses are also scarred when you highlight the deaths caused by something.

alcohol is less powerful, you get drunk and all you do is want to eat, have sex, fight, basically do something that is counterproductive(not that people on LSD always do productive things). also maybe that more people have drank then taken LSD. there are more deaths from it you kinda get used to it. yeah, drink+drive=death.

Answer 2

I don't think anyone has actually biologically died from taking LSD... just doing something stupid on LSD. So, by analogy, we do make a pretty big deal out of drunk driving accidents and drunk driving is pretty taboo.

I haven't even heard any mainstream media LSD stories as of late. I think it's pretty much died out and the media is leaving drugs alone, since the big push for a War on Drugs has pretty much dwindled.

But I think the real answer you're looking for is that alcohol has been accepted for thousands of years as part of our culture whereas LSD was invented in the last century, and LSD seemingly allows for crazier things to happen. As a puritan culture, we probably don't like the idea of giving up control and view alcohol as more of a social drug.

Answer 3

It's because Alcohol is legal and excepted in human every day
society, and LSD is considered an Illegal Drug only used by
drug addicts that steal old ladies purses to support there
habits...

I have taken LSD several times and have had a great
time on the drug ..I didn't hurt no body, I didn't rape no body,
I didn't kill no body and I didn't drive my car home from the Pub
and run over some pedestrians on the way .. So whats the big
deal...

Answer 4

As my feet slap down against the cold wet pavement, and my face drips rain from the storm, an unrelenting need to drink pushes me further. Exact final destination appears unknown , but it's inevitable that the evil inside will again return me to the source of my nightmare. No control, no will of my own, no power had I found that might evict this hell that had infected my body and mind. Self-identity, and all that was once me, had been buried under countless layers of drunkenness, so deep, that any calls for help were merely an echo inside my head.
This living liquid curse, cunning and without conscience, had been absorbed into a body which at one time eagerly welcomed it's unyielding influence. But now, as the onslaught of alcohol turned viciously against the world around me, it was only I being held responsible for it's drunken destruction carried out during my imprisonment.
Those intense fear ridden mornings, when I awoke to find yet another nightmare of alcohol's creation, devilishly constructed from it's own personality the night before. Whether it was the sight of dried blood crusted over both hands, or the unfamiliar surroundings of a place where I shouldn't have been, alcohol knew how to render me frozen with crippling insecurity. Too frightened to reason out a healthy answer as to what was happening to me, a deliberate terror of conscience always reached out and tightly gripped my soul. This devil, disguised and hidden behind my own recently drunken face, knew exactly where I'd run to for help. This was much more then an accident through drink. Alcohol's intent was to survive at all costs, to live and breath it's own existence using me as it's host of choice.
But, now, unaware of this developing transformation, all I wanted to do was calm the terror inside my head. There would be only one place, one exit, one chance to escape into a feeling of normality. Alcohol left nothing to chance, and as it waited patiently for me to return a bottle to my lips, I could almost hear a deep sullen laughter quicken my mobility. I desperately needed to lock myself away into the only security I knew, and to experience that precious freedom, I once again had to ingest my enslaver.
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Answer 5

because it's more frequent and less shocking than someone killing them selves on lsd

Answer 6

Because "rare" deaths are much more publicized than "common" deaths......