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Originally posted by jupiterone I can both agree with it and disagree. People should have a right to smoke wherever they please but at the same time not everyone wants to be in the presence of a smoker when they're busy eating a meal.

In the past the solution was simple: Dont fucking go to france. We liked it that way

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Originally posted by Clovis If you ran out of blue ink your flag would be white! humpf! Yeah...that really was the best I could do...

You should just do what I do - copy what other people have written.

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Originally posted by jonSun Chicago & Cook county pulled this shit last year. Now the west burbs county is pulling it too.

everyone was smoking last weekend at the clubs in chicago. i have a hard time seeing the cops raiding a club to stop illegal smoking. maybe we can bring back the speakeasies like during prohibition.

Smoking ban is the best thing can happen to any country.
Smoking kills.
Smoking is for losers.

I hope they one day they shut down smoking factories! =]

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Originally posted by bangoSkank private property rights

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Originally posted by Googooly Smoking ban is the best thing can happen to any country. Smoking kills. Smoking is for losers. I hope they one day they shut down smoking factories! =]

*Grabs a cigarette, lights it up and inhales a shit load of cancer into the lungs*

Ah it feels so good!

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Originally posted by Googooly Smoking ban is the best thing can happen to any country. Smoking kills. Smoking is for losers. I hope they one day they shut down smoking factories! =]

remember that smoking is a choice.

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Originally posted by Googooly Smoking ban is the best thing can happen to any country. Smoking kills. Smoking is for losers. I hope they one day they shut down smoking factories! =]

smoking factories? whats that?

Fossil fuel power plants. Googooly is an environmentalist.

I bet googooly thinks that's pollution

I don't see how this is "American". Secondably, I think this is progressive in some ways. Many people don't smoke (in this case < 75%), and it is rather annoying that we have to participate in habits we don't like (i.e. second hand). I don't understand why people smoke. How obvious is it that putting smoke in your lungs is bad for you ? The reward for the risk is so minuscule for smoking anyway... lame.

People are the smoking factories!! IMO
Other than that i got natives rolling their shit 2 min away from my house and selling it for 2 bucks a pack. Im not complaining

so googly wants to shut down poeple?

Seems that way

Styles P - Good Times

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What do the following have in common: Oscar Wilde, Henry James, Joseph Conrad, Virginia Woolf, T S Eliot, W B Yeats, Charles Dickens, William Makepeace Thackeray, Evelyn Waugh, Philip Larkin and Kingsley Amis?

The answer is, of course, that if they were to come back to life in Gordon Brown's Britain and wanted to go out to their club, or a restaurant or caf�, they would not be allowed to indulge in a habit which sustained them during the most creative phases of their lives.
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The moment they popped their favoured cigar, cigarette or pipe between their lips and lit up, they would have been fined on the spot.

There were, we must concede, books before there was tobacco in Britain.

But is it mere chance that the lifetime of Sir Walter Raleigh (1552?-1618), who introduced tobacco-smoking to England, was also the time when the great story of English literature really began? Milton - a smoker - and Ben Jonson - a smoker - ensured that the Elizabethan glory-age was not to be a flash in the pan.

I have been racking my brains to find a single non-smoker among the great English poets or novelists of the 17th, 18th, 19th or 20th centuries. Possibly, Keats had to lay off the pipe tobacco a bit after he developed tuberculosis.

Otherwise, from Swift and Pope to Cowper and Wordsworth, from Byron to Charles Lamb, they were all smokers.

Tennyson, who only stopped smoking in order to eat and sleep, describes in one of his letters sitting in a pub with a friend and doing very little except "staring smokey babies" at one another.

Nowadays, this harmless experience would cost the publican �1,200, and Tennyson himself �600, while appallingly self-righteous non-smokers at neighbouring tables, rather than being pleased that they had enjoyed a glimpse of the greatest Victorian poet, would be complaining about the fumes which they chose to believe were causing them some kind of damage.

I do not really care whether anyone smokes or not.

I do so myself in phases, and then give up - not for health reasons, but simply to remind myself that I can.

Summer holidays, however, seem a natural time to light the occasional cigarette, while sitting with friends in a bar, or puzzling over the crossword puzzle.

Cornwall, where I am writing this, has completely changed since the Ban.

My wife and I have found formerly much-loved pubs all but empty or, worse, filled with middle-class eight-year-olds sitting on the bar stools, slurping J2O through straws and giving their views on global warming in the high-pitched tones of Fulham or Hampstead.

The grizzled old smokers of yore are still smoking, but, rather than enjoy one another's companionship, they sit melancholily at home with their six-packs and watch telly. It is no substitute for the pleasure (albeit sometimes a boring pleasure - an oxymoron which all pub-goers will recognize as apt) of meeting real people.

Sitting with my drink in such now-empty bars, my mind has turned to the great smokers of the past - to C S Lewis, who smoked 60 cigarettes a day between pipes with his friends Charles Williams (cigarette smoker) and Tolkien (pipe-smoker); to Thomas Carlyle, whose wife made him smoke in the kitchen of their house in Cheyne Row, but who is unimaginable without tobacco, to Robert Browning, who quickly adapted to the new cigarette craze, to the great John Cowper Powys, who continued to smoke cigarettes, and to produce fascinating novels, into his nineties.

This great nicotine cloud of witnesses made me have two thoughts. One was the simple question - why did the people of England accept this draconian ban on their private pleasures?

As far as I am aware, David Hockney, among public figures, was alone in giving vociferous condemnation of the bossy and un-English law.

The so-called Opposition parties, of course, were all so anxious to appease the health-fanatics who make up a proportion of the electorate that they did not dare to say: "Halt! Let the men and women of England, and the publicans of England, be the ones who decide who should smoke, and where, not some risible Government minister".

But another, sadder thought occurs to me. This attack on basic liberty, which was allowed through without any significant protest, might mark the end not merely of smoking, but of literature.

Heroic Beryl Bainbridge keeps on smoking for England, but will there be any more writers in the years to come, following in her heroic steps?

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as a former smoker i dunno why this bugs people so much, i mean, really, all you have to do is go outside for a smoke, it's not like it's the end of the world

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Originally posted by Fast Turtle as a former smoker i dunno why this bugs people so much, i mean, really, all you have to do is go outside for a smoke, it's not like it's the end of the world

i dont like smoking inside either to be honest.

Smoking inside sucks, but I still like to smoke in bars though.

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Originally posted by MrJiveBoJingles What do the following have in common: Oscar Wilde, Henry James, Joseph Conrad, Virginia Woolf, T S Eliot, W B Yeats, Charles Dickens, William Makepeace Thackeray, Evelyn Waugh, Philip Larkin and Kingsley Amis? The answer is, of course, that if they were to come back to life in Gordon Brown's Britain and wanted to go out to their club, or a restaurant or caf�, they would not be allowed to indulge in a habit which sustained them during the most creative phases of their lives. advertisement The moment they popped their favoured cigar, cigarette or pipe between their lips and lit up, they would have been fined on the spot. There were, we must concede, books before there was tobacco in Britain. But is it mere chance that the lifetime of Sir Walter Raleigh (1552?-1618), who introduced tobacco-smoking to England, was also the time when the great story of English literature really began? Milton - a smoker - and Ben Jonson - a smoker - ensured that the Elizabethan glory-age was not to be a flash in the pan. I have been racking my brains to find a single non-smoker among the great English poets or novelists of the 17th, 18th, 19th or 20th centuries. Possibly, Keats had to lay off the pipe tobacco a bit after he developed tuberculosis. Otherwise, from Swift and Pope to Cowper and Wordsworth, from Byron to Charles Lamb, they were all smokers. Tennyson, who only stopped smoking in order to eat and sleep, describes in one of his letters sitting in a pub with a friend and doing very little except "staring smokey babies" at one another. Nowadays, this harmless experience would cost the publican �1,200, and Tennyson himself �600, while appallingly self-righteous non-smokers at neighbouring tables, rather than being pleased that they had enjoyed a glimpse of the greatest Victorian poet, would be complaining about the fumes which they chose to believe were causing them some kind of damage. I do not really care whether anyone smokes or not. I do so myself in phases, and then give up - not for health reasons, but simply to remind myself that I can. Summer holidays, however, seem a natural time to light the occasional cigarette, while sitting with friends in a bar, or puzzling over the crossword puzzle. Cornwall, where I am writing this, has completely changed since the Ban. My wife and I have found formerly much-loved pubs all but empty or, worse, filled with middle-class eight-year-olds sitting on the bar stools, slurping J2O through straws and giving their views on global warming in the high-pitched tones of Fulham or Hampstead. The grizzled old smokers of yore are still smoking, but, rather than enjoy one another's companionship, they sit melancholily at home with their six-packs and watch telly. It is no substitute for the pleasure (albeit sometimes a boring pleasure - an oxymoron which all pub-goers will recognize as apt) of meeting real people. Sitting with my drink in such now-empty bars, my mind has turned to the great smokers of the past - to C S Lewis, who smoked 60 cigarettes a day between pipes with his friends Charles Williams (cigarette smoker) and Tolkien (pipe-smoker); to Thomas Carlyle, whose wife made him smoke in the kitchen of their house in Cheyne Row, but who is unimaginable without tobacco, to Robert Browning, who quickly adapted to the new cigarette craze, to the great John Cowper Powys, who continued to smoke cigarettes, and to produce fascinating novels, into his nineties. This great nicotine cloud of witnesses made me have two thoughts. One was the simple question - why did the people of England accept this draconian ban on their private pleasures? As far as I am aware, David Hockney, among public figures, was alone in giving vociferous condemnation of the bossy and un-English law. The so-called Opposition parties, of course, were all so anxious to appease the health-fanatics who make up a proportion of the electorate that they did not dare to say: "Halt! Let the men and women of England, and the publicans of England, be the ones who decide who should smoke, and where, not some risible Government minister". But another, sadder thought occurs to me. This attack on basic liberty, which was allowed through without any significant protest, might mark the end not merely of smoking, but of literature. Heroic Beryl Bainbridge keeps on smoking for England, but will there be any more writers in the years to come, following in her heroic steps? Is this the end of English literature?

Yeah clearly tobacco is some mystical, unexplained font of creativity :|

Jesus christ.

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Originally posted by Taranis Yeah clearly tobacco is some mystical, unexplained font of creativity :| Jesus christ.

It can be, most definitely. Several cultures held it in the same regard as mushrooms and ayahuasca

So you're saying these authors wouldn't have written what they did if they hadn't smoked?

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Originally posted by Taranis Yeah clearly tobacco is some mystical, unexplained font of creativity :| Jesus christ.

I posted that mainly to provoke a response.

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Originally posted by Taranis So you're saying these authors wouldn't have written what they did if they hadn't smoked?

I don't know. I didn't read the Wall of Text.

most creative people are depressed

alot of depressed people find solace in ciggerettes

IMO

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