Well, I seem to remember passages talking about knowing folks by their fruit, and not feeding people if they won’t work.
And, atheist, you are wrong. I have seen what druggies do from the other side of the fence. I have compassion for people, just not for people who voluntarily put things into their bodies. I have compassion for the people who have suffered from their depredations. The people who come in and talk about how they lost their house, their job, etc. because some druggy decided to steal the very tools they need to work. The people who have lost a father because some drunk got really mad and shot him to death.
The children who get neglected because mommy and/or daddy are too strung out to know what to do, and the kid is wandering around outside in subfreezing temperatures in a pee and poop filled diaper. The children who are beat to hell or abused in other ways because mommy or daddy is pissed about them doing something and now they can’t get high when they wanted to. The children who get raped because mommy’s pimping them out to her drug dealer friends in exchange for some hits of her drug of choice.
Those are the people I have compassion for. If you are dumb enough to buy a baggy of who knows what from “Joe” on the street corner and consume/ingest/inhale/inject it, you kind of get what you deserve. If you think it’s a great idea to play on the railroad tracks, don’t complain when the approaching freight train treats you like a zucchini in a mandolin.