There's even a currently debated initiative to get a law passed that people can't smoke in their own back yard around here. Can you believe that crap? Their own back yard. It's enough to make me want to take up smoking and start doing it everywhere.
We don't want people smoking in their own yard, yet they can babble on a cell phone and do their hair while driving. It's a messed up world man. Messed the hell up.
Angry, bitter non-smokers, like everyone else on Earth, are powerless, but only marginally self-aware with regard to their lack of power. Therefore, they subconsciously try to inflict themselves on what seems to be the most powerless group of all, as, if they can boss those dirty, smelly, subhuman smokers around, then, well, they can't be totally powerless, now, can they?
Joan Blow is imprisoned by a life of watching soap operas and picking the kids up from soccer practice. Joan Blow, insulated from real problems, now curls her nose when she gets a slight whiff of tobacco smoke, and vows to take that cause up until no one can ever smoke again, thus 1) effectively empowering her over someone else, and 2) protecting her children from ever making the same mistakes she did when she was a teenager at college, smoking her first cigarette.
The problem, of course, is that Joan Blow doesn't know Joe Anonymous has had an exceptionally shitty day, has a conceal/carry permit, and has nothing left to live for. Oh, the potential!
Of course, the same bitties bitching about smokers are trying to take away my greasy foods too. The lousy fuckers and their no-taste non-trans-fat campaign have pissed me off to no end. I want to enjoy life, and die relatively young. Ain't gonna happen with all this god damn protection being put in place.[ Parent ]
