As a non-smoker, male, over 65 who remembers those days when the Autumn air would be filled with the smoke of burning leaves; and my High School football games would have wonderful scents of cigarette, pipe, and cigar smoke wafting through the evening air. I protest. Not vigorously, but I Protest a ban on cigarettes and other stuff.
What will happen to future generations when they see Humphrey Bogart with a cigarette hanging from his lips in movies like The Big Sleep or Casa Blanca? That’ll wreck the mood if they don’t even know what a cigarette is / was! Or, will a cigarette ban prevent the showing of all those old movies?
Did Jesus smoke? How would our “originalist” SCOTUS rule if R.J. Reynolds Tobacco Company could prove that the same Turkish Tobacco now included in Camel cigarettes had also been smoked by most men in Palestine over 2000 years ago? Although, they probably rolled their own, much like John Wayne (RIP).
OK, so I ‘protest too much’, or at least ‘theorize’ too much, but how can we now legalize the smoking of pot, while simultaneously declare cigarettes as ‘bad’. What if cigarette manufacturers agree to stop adding cr@p to the tobacco, would that help?
Lately, as Spring is bringing warmer temperatures, I’ve been thinking about driving a thin nail through a board, impaling a lit cigarette upon it, and setting it just outside my open window. Maybe a waft of air will bring to me a faint scent. Ahhhh...
Life has its foibles. You want people to have a ‘perfect’ life? In my youth, we had Viet Nam. Arguably a scam, and harmful to one’s health. Others have had Iraq due to ‘yellow cake’ and missiles already fired, and unhealthy. I live within two miles of companies that emit ethylene oxide (EtO), and for many years about seven miles of a nuclear plant. And now many imagine the orange guy as president again.
So… don’t begrudge others in the ‘real-world’, and me in my imagination for wearing a Fonzi type leather jacket, a cigarette tightly held in the corner of my mouth, an old 650cc BSA motorcycle with the gear-shift on the right foot, the wind whistling through my (long forgotten) hair as I ‘Fly’ down a rural two-lane road without a care, screaming a silent F…
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As a non-smoker, male, over 65 who remembers those days when the Autumn air would be filled with the smoke of burning leaves; and my High School football games would have wonderful scents of cigarette, pipe, and cigar smoke wafting through the evening air. I protest. Not vigorously, but I Protest a ban on cigarettes and other stuff.
What will happen to future generations when they see Humphrey Bogart with a cigarette hanging from his lips in movies like The Big Sleep or Casa Blanca? That’ll wreck the mood if they don’t even know what a cigarette is / was! Or, will a cigarette ban prevent the showing of all those old movies?
Did Jesus smoke? How would our “originalist” SCOTUS rule if R.J. Reynolds Tobacco Company could prove that the same Turkish Tobacco now included in Camel cigarettes had also been smoked by most men in Palestine over 2000 years ago? Although, they probably rolled their own, much like John Wayne (RIP).
OK, so I ‘protest too much’, or at least ‘theorize’ too much, but how can we now legalize the smoking of pot, while simultaneously declare cigarettes as ‘bad’. What if cigarette manufacturers agree to stop adding cr@p to the tobacco, would that help?
Lately, as Spring is bringing warmer temperatures, I’ve been thinking about driving a thin nail through a board, impaling a lit cigarette upon it, and setting it just outside my open window. Maybe a waft of air will bring to me a faint scent. Ahhhh...
Life has its foibles. You want people to have a ‘perfect’ life? In my youth, we had Viet Nam. Arguably a scam, and harmful to one’s health. Others have had Iraq due to ‘yellow cake’ and missiles already fired, and unhealthy. I live within two miles of companies that emit ethylene oxide (EtO), and for many years about seven miles of a nuclear plant. And now many imagine the orange guy as president again.
So… don’t begrudge others in the ‘real-world’, and me in my imagination for wearing a Fonzi type leather jacket, a cigarette tightly held in the corner of my mouth, an old 650cc BSA motorcycle with the gear-shift on the right foot, the wind whistling through my (long forgotten) hair as I ‘Fly’ down a rural two-lane road without a care, screaming a silent F…
Aaayyy...
addendum to my 23Mar post:
...screaming a silent Forgot My Helmet!!!
(as noted, the wind was whistling through my graying locks.)
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