Maybe the lady on the propaganda wasn't a methamphetamine addict at all, maybe she was a heroin addict.
I know heroin tends to consistantly be a more physically deteriorating drug, so perhaps a typical-ish heroin addicts' before and after photos, (a particularly shocking metamorphasis of course), was used in those fliers etc. in an attempt to curb rampant, festering methamphetamine manufacture and use in the area.
There is nothing to suggest that an anti-drug group putting out fliers and "look what that damned old devil crank does to ya" pictures of what several years of meth use can look like will be completely honest in all their "publications" and not make slight content alterations to "potenate" the effect of the flier, pamphlet, commercial, internet-fucking-popup or whatever. After all, whats a little white lie when you're trying to bring down the fastest growing, soul rottin'ist, joy rapin'ist, home destroyingist, dope scourge of todays generation? Right. Fuck it.
So basically, why not take some wrecked heroin addict and do a before and after, slap it on an anti-meth flier and Viola! Instant added shock value and nobody will ever know, (and even if we do is it really going to make a difference? fuck no.).
This of course is just an opinion, a poorly planned and quickly spouted theory posted with intent of swaying your judgment using ideas based on no hard evidence, (yet not unlike seventy five percent of the other bull shit we are fed in this blindingly subjective, suffocatingly manipulative world/life/reality). And yet, a possibility. But if its not true then it doesn't make a fuck if its a possibility or not. Right? Or does it even make a fuck if it is right?
Nah... all that matters is that people see the half-dead, (even if only on the inside), after photo of the four year addict that looks nothing akin to the fairly attractive before picture and think: "Fuck, that bitch looks like shit. What's that, four years of meth use? Damn! I'll be sure to only do a "little" of that! Don't wanna get addicted or anything." and then go home and enjoy the pack of cancer stix they started before work while polishing off a bottle of some cheap alcoholic coping device.
We're fucked people, all around, basically is what I'm tryin to get at. Like in my neck of the woods its 3:38 am and I will be punshed for my lack of concern for my need of sleep. Oh yes. I will pay. And so will you.