Not to piss on your parade by I have demonstrable experience in this being not true. I had my drink spiked at a popular metalhead bar that I'd been stood up in when I was 19 (god knows how, bottled hard cider and I usually keep my thumb over the top, I must have took my hand off for a moment for something, or the bartender was working with someone.) and I could feel myself losing my faculties, I realized that this was not the alcohol, this was a date rape drug and started panicking, I was sitting at the bar, I couldn't get the bar tenders attention, and the people to the left of me were ignoring me. and I could feel myself slipping more and more in each moment that passed by. I was terrfied and I was desperate to find anyone that could help and so I ran over to, tripped on my flats and ended up on the lap of a teenage boy, who was sitting with his friend on the floor, and all I could get my mouth to form was "help!", I couldn't stop giggling and I was hanging onto his shirt and arm for dear life, but again I concentrated extremely hard for a moment and shouted in his face, "HELP!"
The drink spiking Rape-o moid saw this and came over to the boys pretending to be someone I knew and tried to get them to hand me over because "haha she's had a bit too much to drink I'll get her home safe haha it's cool I know her bro she's my gf".
Moidboy asked his friend to look in my bag for my ID and phone and asked rape-o for my name and what his name was so he could call the guys cell from my phone, he friend did just that, and he changed his story to "UH UM WELL I JUST MET HER TONIGHT WHY THE FUCK IS IT YOUR BUSINESS IM HER FRIEND SHE JUST NEEDS DRIVING HOME!" and moidboy who I was in the lap of looked me square in the eye, saw that I was completely out of it, and told the guy he was calling the police and took out his phone. He split, they went and told security what had happened, and they rode with me in the back of an ambulance to the hospital and took pictures of everything to show me the next day and cooperated with the police that showed up to take statements, gave a fully comprehensive description of the would-be rapist, called my dad and told him what had happened and came back to the hospital the next day when I was awake.
I definitely would have been brutally raped and possibly would have been killed that night if it wasn't for their good-heartedness, bravery, quick thinking and courage. As soon as they scared off the rapist they could take done anything they wanted with me, mugged me and left me for dead, but they chose to be good people and although they both moved away I still count them as two of my most trusted and most valued friends and remember their birthdays.
99.9% of moids, yes. But it's not fair to say all and I wont let you shit on my friends by taring them with the same brush, miner.