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Scams using burundanga, scopolamine
SKY, seriously, can I sprinkle some of this stuff on my chicas cereal and get her to stop buying shoes?
I just can’t anymore with this team. Look, folks, let's delve into a fascinatingly absurd scenario that has captured the imagination of many, but the grasp of few. Here's the deal: There's a certain breed of ghetto third world papi chulos, let’s call them chemical geniuses, who range from your typical stick up thug to wannabe dope dealers. These individuals, with their collective knowledge of chemistry amounting to cutting cocaine with ASA or what movies they've seen on canal 5, believe they can transform scopolamine, an antiquated sedative used for motion sickness, into a magical, mind-controlling dust.
This isn't just about lacking a basic understanding of pharmacology; it's about ignoring the laws of physics and chemistry altogether. Imagine a world where crafting a substance so potent that it turns people into ATM-dispensing zombies, all from a drug whose primary use is to prevent nausea on a boat ride.
The idea itself is laughable, not to mention the scheister mongers on this board. Listen up: to achieve the kind of concentration and bioavailability necessary for such an effect, one would need equipment and knowledge far beyond what your average back-alley chemist could muster. Yet, folklore would have you believe that in the Dominican, Haiti, and parts of Latin America, there are clandestine labs where such miracles of science are not just theorized but executed with the precision of Nobel laureates. These labs, supposedly, are run by the same masterminds who commute on 150cc motos adorned with plastic naked lady painted seats.
Even Merck, with all its resources, struggles to make a vitamin C that your body can efficiently use more than half of. Yet, we're supposed to buy into the notion that these criminal masterminds have outdone decades of pharmaceutical research with the same setup used for brewing cleren.
In summary, the next time someone spins you a yarn about being drugged with magical scopolamine dust, remember: if it were that easy, behind every colmado or banca in the ghetto one would find a wood-planked tin roof shack whipping this stuff up. It's not skepticism folks, it's science. And until I see these brilliant ghetto papi chemists win a Nobel, I'll err on the side that true mind control is much harder than a sprinkle of dust.
This isn't just about lacking a basic understanding of pharmacology; it's about ignoring the laws of physics and chemistry altogether. Imagine a world where crafting a substance so potent that it turns people into ATM-dispensing zombies, all from a drug whose primary use is to prevent nausea on a boat ride.
The idea itself is laughable, not to mention the scheister mongers on this board. Listen up: to achieve the kind of concentration and bioavailability necessary for such an effect, one would need equipment and knowledge far beyond what your average back-alley chemist could muster. Yet, folklore would have you believe that in the Dominican, Haiti, and parts of Latin America, there are clandestine labs where such miracles of science are not just theorized but executed with the precision of Nobel laureates. These labs, supposedly, are run by the same masterminds who commute on 150cc motos adorned with plastic naked lady painted seats.
Even Merck, with all its resources, struggles to make a vitamin C that your body can efficiently use more than half of. Yet, we're supposed to buy into the notion that these criminal masterminds have outdone decades of pharmaceutical research with the same setup used for brewing cleren.
In summary, the next time someone spins you a yarn about being drugged with magical scopolamine dust, remember: if it were that easy, behind every colmado or banca in the ghetto one would find a wood-planked tin roof shack whipping this stuff up. It's not skepticism folks, it's science. And until I see these brilliant ghetto papi chemists win a Nobel, I'll err on the side that true mind control is much harder than a sprinkle of dust.
You would think there would be more cases of it reported. It only seems to pop-up once in a while. Makes one doubtful of its existence.
Darn you, Now, no one is going to post their awsome stories about thier brothers sisters and nephews that got sprayed with dust and emptied out thier 401K accounts while reciting Chaucer. Now we have to wait for the next "I am in love with a hotel employee who needs money for.med.school" thread.
Burundanga is the real deal and is used widely in Colombia. Over 50,000 cases are estimate to happen every year. However, medical authorities doubt the immediate zombie like effects from having it blown in your face. It's slowly absorbed though the skin taking 4 hours before it can be detected in the blood. So, also unlikely just touching a business card will make you a zombie either:
"Immediate “zombie-like” side effects by blowing it into someone's face seems unlikely, from a pharmacologic standpoint. Others have also questioned the reports of robberies taking place when the powder is blown into someone's face or placed on a business card.:
www.drugs.com
"Immediate “zombie-like” side effects by blowing it into someone's face seems unlikely, from a pharmacologic standpoint. Others have also questioned the reports of robberies taking place when the powder is blown into someone's face or placed on a business card.:
Devil's Breath: Urban Legend or the World's Most Scary Drug?
Stories circulating about “Devil's Breath” are making their way around the world. Are these sensationalized stories part of an urban legend or a factual crime scene?
www.drugs.com
I can attest that these drugs are real. Many times I ventured into town for a quick bite to eat, and sometime between eating my food and getting my check, someone cleverly sneaks these drugs into my system, and I am totally powerless as I walk down to the bar in Las Galeras. Apparently, I sit there for several hours drinking Barcelo and do not return until late in the morning. It happened 23 nights this past January, 20 in February, 19 in March, and a few times during the day when I went to the Fereteria.
I often wonder how many of these cases are actually "Man, I drank way too much last night and don't remember anything"
The main reason I quit. A few rum and cokes, and wham, it's the next day and not a clue what I did. (Nothing bad, I'm a very tranquil person when I drink)
Burundanga is very cheap and very easy to get in Colombia. It can cause hallucinations, put you unconscious, and even cause death if the dosage is high enough.
I had a colonoscopy last year and I remember feeling conscious but absolutely powerless, it was like watching a video of myself. After the procedure, I complained to the surgeon that he hadn't come into the recovery room to talk to me, and he said he had. He even showed me a video of him talking to me. He said he had given me a drug which was very similar to a date rape drug, and this erases short term memory so he always videos himself talking to patients as they never remember. So I don't know if burundanga is actually a thing, but I do know that there are drugs out there which render you helpless but conscious and then wipe your short term memory.
There are enough stories, mainly in Colombia, of burundanga for it to be a thing, I'm sure at least some of them must be true.
There are enough stories, mainly in Colombia, of burundanga for it to be a thing, I'm sure at least some of them must be true.
No doubt about this being true. NONE. With the exception of one or two numbskulls on DR1.......
The only "numbskulls" are the ones that actually believe this is an issue here in beautiful downtown Dominican Republic. The real danger here is crossing Winston Churchill in Italian leather shoes or choking on dry overcooked beef.
I hope (or wish) no one sprinkles super-secret dust in my face and gives me a colonoscopy.