Warning this blog entry may contain large doses of political incorrectness It’s about time readers that this sort of nonsense In a similar vain it also needs pointing out that the thousands of lives that are proudly announced as saved each year by the no smoking brigade would be more accurately described deaths that might have been deferred for a short while. Personally I think the anti smoking campaigns go way too far, to the point where they are non productive. It may surprise a few to learn that I haven’t had a cigarette for a while now, but every time I see any we can help you stop propoganda it just reminds me that I did enjoy it and maybe I should be sparking one up. Before anyone suggests support groups, nicotine patches, hypnotism, acupuncture, colonic irrigation, pacifiers, aversion therapy or anything else that is supposed to assist me in ‘giving up’ I believe that all you need is to have a good reason to not smoke. For me a good reason happened to be not feeling like I’d enjoy one during a bout of indigestion and trapped wind.. Note A once those feelings had passed and after a day or two without a smoke I thought I might ease things financially by not buying the stuff. It certainly wasn’t because I’d been deeply affected by images of someone coughing up a tar blackened left lung. Now I seriously doubt if I could afford to start again and as I’ve not been given the authority to simply I predicted a while ago when the state finally imposed the no smoking law in pubs and workplaces etc that it wouldn’t be long before the do-gooders and nay-sayers turned their attention elsewhere Note B In particular there are some delightful adverts warning us car drivers of the dangers of exceeding 30mph. Travelling at 40mph apparently carries a much greater risk of causing death, we should expect terrible consequences if we risk travelling at just that extra few mph. Speed kills…Errr, No it doesn’t, stepping out into the road in front of an oncoming car is what kills you. Unless you are an armed robber fleeing the scene or a 15yr old joyrider at the wheel of a nicked BMW you are unlikely to be driving recklessly enough to be mowing people down on the pavement, and lets face it, if you can’t control an average family hatchback on a clear day doing 35-40 you have no business being behind the wheel in the first place. Note A: Maybe I should have looked into taking greater care of my colon, if my digestive system had been firing on all cylinders that day I would most likely be still enjoying the delights of Imperial Tobaccos finest virginia blend right now whilst hacking this out. Note B: |
Friday, 27 March 2009
Hello 166 (Not mincing my words)
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