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I recall once, a number of years ago, having an argument with a rabid anti-smoker. After a continuous and somewhat lengthy stream of me shooting down each of his arguments with reasoned opinion and documented facts, he finally became frustrated and said:

“Look! If there was any redeeming quality to smoking at all I’d change my mind about it. But, there isn’t! Smoking is entirely destructive. It does no good. If you could provide me with just a single independent study that has shown any possible health benefit to smoking whatsoever I’d change my mind. But, you can’t.”

There! I said it. Photography is stupid. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it! WHAAAA!
Ok, not really. But, kind of… sort of… almost…. My problem, I suppose, is that I have an intense love/hate relationship with the art. It’s kind of like a very long term marriage that’s gone sour — deep down [...]

How very odd! I have a pack of Export ‘A’ king size cigarettes sitting right in front of me. The pack contains a very clear warning, spoken in absolute terms, from our friends at Health Canada. It states, in no uncertain terms:

“WARNING: 85% of lung cancer deaths are caused by smoking.”

A recent post on a discussion board in this Facebook group has given me a chuckle. Someone named Peter Thurgood has come up with what sounds to be a highly amusing game. He calls it “Chase the Antis.” Here’s what Peter wrote, see what you think:

“I think most smokers will know what I mean, when I say that since last July, smokers have been chased from pillow to post. We have been ostracised from society, we have been stopped from socialising with our friends, we have been told that we are un-clean, and that we stink, we are now being chased in the streets by council officials in case we drop the odd fag end, even though our streets are absolutely covered in chewing gum, which is almost impossible to clean off, and there are take-away wrappers thrown everywhere, none of that matters, because us filthy smokers have dropped a fag end.

I had a very bizarre dream last night.

I found myself outside, in the midst of the apocalypse. There was mayhem, bedlam confusion all around. People everywhere were running in panic trying to find escape. There was a cacophony of noise all around me. Cars were screaming by, honking. People screaming in terror. Everywhere was noise and fear. I knew that what I was experiencing was the imminent destruction of the world. People were trying in vain to escape their impending doom.