Thu 31 Jul 2008
Smoking Ban Extension
Posted by Pasty under Funny, Rantish
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This headline is not referring to an extension to the length of the smoking bans, for they exist in perpetuity, but for a dramatic,yet reasonable, increase in scope. I have railed against smokers now and again, sometimes claiming they are “stupid”, other times designating them as “idiots”, very rarely adjectifying them as “stupid idiots”. I do this because the root cause that smoking bans attempt to solve is, in fact, the smokers, not the smoke.
Second hand tobacco may or may not be harmful to the non-smoking nation, heretofore referred to as “people”, and the real threat to “people” are their arch-enemies, the “smokers”. The ancient war of smokers vs. people is an odd conflict in that there is (generally) no actual fighting, and a very unique dynamic betwixt the warring tribes.
All members of society are inducted into the people side at birth. They can be recruited by Big Tobacco anytime after the age of 6 (when their motor skills develop enough to flick a Bic lighter). Once the ex-people become smokers their life bar drains two to three times faster. They can, and often do, rejoin the people team often, but always for short stretches – never long enough to reset their life drain rate to normal. There is only one permanent method to escape the smoker collective, and it is usually accompanied by rigor mortis.
Actual statistics show that the vast majority of humans are people, but talk to a smoker and they will assure you that the sides are equal, if they acknowledge that people exist at all. To the professional smoker (prosmo) every member of the people is just taking longer to figure out what prosmos already know: death is delicious. You can always identify a prosmo by a single unmistakable characteristic: their voice.
Unlike other voices, the prosmo rasp (PSR) cannot be disguised. Italian and German accents, all 904 dialects of Indonesian – even that most ghastly Southern Drawl – can be disguised with proper training. The PSR cannot be evicted from its larygellical lair. In men, it sounds like a bass opera singer hitting his lowest note, played only from a subwoofer, whose cabinet has been filled with roofing nails. In women it sounds like a male’s voice, with roofing nails shoved down his gullet.
The Ohio smoking ban has been in effect for quite some time, and yet I still find myself under assault from smokers in my favorite restaurants, shopping outlets and places of leisure. We could fine them for verbal graffiti or lock them up for audio assault, but the key point is that people cannot be allowed to project their PSR at full volume (ie. 11) while I am trying to enjoy a tasty meal. That smoker sound sickens people, and I’m not about to lose my lunch because they think menthol tastes better than MSG.
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