1) Should the government have the power to regulate what happens in a bar in Lexington where not a single one of you is compelled to go, or welcome to come to if you don’t like smokers?
“He does not bear the sword for nothing,” although I suspect that Paul didn’t exactly have “telling people not to put burning paper and leaves into their mouths” wasn’t exactly what Paul had in mind.
2) Why is smoking such a Nanny State obsession? Why not alcohol?
Because we Americans are Puritanical about public sins. I’m using “Puritanical” in the pejorative sense that it’s come to mean, not in the sense that the Puritans themselves understood freedom, grace, and sin (for the most part, although that bit about sewing your daughter’s boyfriend’s nightshirt into the bedding so they could sleep together is a bit weird, don’t you think?) We have, by the way, very similar attitudes toward recreational drug usage. And our attitudes on sex and alcohol aren’t that far off, either. While we don’t revile people for public sexual indiscretions or drunkenness, there’s a certain stigma attached to alcoholism that parallels our attitude toward smoking.
3) Why are smokers increasingly treated as criminals and addicts? (All the Oprah outrage is bizarre.)
Because it’s safe to be anti-smoking. Americans have a strong need to oppose something, but many of the things we should oppose (gun control, abortion, the Democratic party, invading Middle Eastern countries, giving helicopters and rockets to Israel so they can defend themselves against wheelchair-bound Muslim clerics, the coming environmental catastrophe, the coming oil crisis precipitated by environmentalists not letting us drill for oil in ANWR because it might upset the population of disease-ridden black flies that live there, John Kerry’s plastic surgery, etc., etc., etc.) are so hotly contested and trigger such a broad range of responses that it’s not safe to do so. If I was to stand up at work and announce that I was opposed to gay marriage, I’d be pilloried – even though there are plenty of people who privately would agree with me. But being opposed to cigarettes is OK, because, like, who is in favor of selling addictive substances that cause cancer to children? (Well, OK, with the exception of McDonalds…)
4) Why do we allow all this lying that goes on about smoking?
Because we allowed tobacco companies to lie to us for so long, and we feel guilty? Because subconsciously, we all feel guilty that African slaves were brought to this country so that Thomas Jefferson could enjoy a pipe after intimacies with his mistress? Because it’s our nature to over-react? Or maybe, because lying is inherent in the media entertainment industry, and all of our societal communication is converging on that industry?
OK, somewhere someone dies at 73 instead of 80. It’s their choice people. Less social security for you baby boomers to pay. But from the junk science we have to listen to, you’d think 25 year olds are dropping dead like flies from lung cancer. What turned Noel into a libertarian? Those idiotic “Truth” ads, that are right up there with the best propaganda ever produced.
OK, so someone dies at 73 instead of 80. 10 years later, one of his grandsons is a hot-shot attorney from Yale, and (because lawyers are basically idlers with too much time on their hands) he realizes one day that Grandpa coulda had at least 7 more “quality” years in the Sunnydale Home for the Criminally Ignored Elderly if only he hadn’t been suckered in by the Marlboro Man while he was slogging through the trenches of France, fighting the war to let his kids spoil their kids and send them to Yale to study law rather than goose-stepping to bad music. So Jr. realizes also that this smells of “class action”, because that’s where the big money is, and he goes after the Marlboro Man in a big way.
The problem is, your mortgage was probably funded by someone who had a bit of extra scratch because he made a killing buying cartons of cigs in Virginia and U-Hauling them up to New York to sell tax-free. Or maybe he just bought Philip Morris stock. He and 16 billion other teachers, doctors, telephone linemen, garbage collectors, and other assorted folk who never even knew that they were paying the Marlboro Man to entice little boys into back alleys and give them cancer; they thought they were just being smart and planning for retirement in Florida so that their Yale Law sons wouldn’t ship them off to Sunnydale like we did Grandpa. So the crisis is that Daddy’s 401K, which he desperately needs because Roosevelt’s mark-of-the-beast shell game called “social security” is going to come down to the one guy left in America whose job didn’t get outsourced to New Delhi paying for the retirements of the 16 billion other slobs who thought that all that money going to fancy places like with names like “FICA” on their pay stubs meant someone was actually putting money in a bank account with their name on it, when in fact what really happened is that the money for FICA goes to pay for the 40-odd hotel rooms that Hilary Clinton needs when she visits Baghdad to serve turkey to the troops after she gets elected president (and we get to call Bill the “First Guy” or something more colorful.)
So Jr. sues the Marlboro Man, which “action” wins a gazillion bucks for the “class”, which it turns out to be mostly Jr. and a bunch of other attorneys who’ve been running around for 40 years trying to dig papers out of Philip Morris’ trash cans that actually prove that the Marlboro Man was trying to lure kids into dark alleys, and that those coughs that Grandpa had weren’t just something left over from being gassed by the Hun, and that – horror of horrors – the Evil Geniuses™ that ran tobacco (and who actually, it turns out, did a pretty good job for the 16 billion teachers, doctors, telephone linemen, garbage collectors, and other assorted folk who they actually worked for, at least from the perspective that their 401K accounts are full of money just waiting to be spent on a condo in Florida.) And the upstart of it all is, Daddy can’t retire to Florida and escape being warehoused by Jr. when he gets too old to remember to take his pills, because all the money for the condo evaporated when the Evil Geniuses™ figured out that they needed cut their losses and seek asylum in Cuba with the rest of the rich criminals in this age of hunger.
But, you see, Your Government is run by Very Smart People™, some of whom actually went to Yale Law themselves (and are buddies with Jr., but let’s not go there, because this is too complicated already), so they come up with a plan to take the money that they used to give to the Marlboro Man so he could grow his evil weed and instead give it to the Marlboro Man’s advertising agency so that we could have another round of TV commercials like the egg one, with some Hollywood hunk (who’s probably an in-the-closet gay, if the truth were told) putting lots of oregano and Tabasco on top of the eggs and saying things like, “These are your lungs, if you walk within 3 miles of someone who’s smoking, just once in your entire life,” over a bed of MTV’s latest hip-hop music, all of which makes the Marlboro Man’s paltry attempts to lure kiddies into a life of crime and cancer look like Amateur Hour.
Now, if all of this is way too complicated for you to follow, then understand that Daddy goes out into the world where things like this happen every day, and has to work in it, which is why he feels like s**t when he comes home and doesn’t want to do anything except drink a lot, eat things that Mom says will kill him, and watch the Sopranos in the hopes that Tony will visit the BadaBing long enough for him to get a glance at one of the babes. (Hopefully, one with good teeth.)