Much brighter today.
And with a few late thoughts about last night’s post.
One story was about keeping smoking off television. But I was thinking that these days, “television” must surely include me and Gary and Nisakiman sitting around smoking and drinking on Skype. And I’m sure more people will be joining us. So that will mean more people sitting around smoking and drinking on television.
So as smoking is banned in the official mainstream media, it’s in the process of simply re-emerging in the unofficial, not-so-mainstream media. After all, Skype is tele-vision, long-distance vision. Gary was thousands of miles away. And I could see him. And his dog.
And also we were all sitting. We weren’t all walking around, or doing press-ups or knee-bends.
I don’t want to walk around or run around. It’s tiring.
I just want to sit quietly, with a beer and cigarette, and talk about this and that.
And neither does the natural world of animals spend its time running around. My cat used to sleep more or less all day. And he never did any press-ups or knee-bends. I’ve never seen any cows in fields ever doing keep-fit exercises. Nor lions and tigers, for that matter. The natural world doesn’t do ‘exercise’. It does as little as it possibly can. Much like me. ‘Exercise’ is completely unnatural. One might say that it’s ‘against nature’.
Rose turned up a new post today in the Fenland Citizen
“The downward trend in smoking rates has plateaued in recent years, proving we need to renew our efforts to help our ‘final fifth’ quit. Often these are long-term smokers, or people surrounded by family, friends and colleagues who smoke. They’re harder to reach, and they’ll probably find it hard to quit.
I’m one of them. And I’m impossible to reach. And I don’t want any fucking ‘help’ quitting smoking, because, y’know, I have no wish to quit smoking, and in fact I’m utterly determined to carry on smoking until the day I die. And perhaps for a while afterwards as well, as my last cigarette burns slowly down to my cold dead fingers.
Anyway, I’ve mentioned in the past that the Black Lung Lie has become my most-read post. It fairly regularly gets hundreds of hits per day. The hit count usually peaks during the working week, and drops off at weekends, much like this blog does.
Anyway, today it got 6,080 hits.
Yes, you read that right. Six thousand and eighty hits. It was getting 600 hits an hour at one point. It’s been going viral!
And the hits came from about 6000 different people, so it wasn’t the same person looking 6000 times.
I suppose that most people believe that smokers’ lungs are full of black tar. I was told that when I was a teenager at school, and I half believed it. So it must be a shock for people to discover that the whole thing is one big lie. Because, after all, that’s what it is. Like almost everything else Tobacco Control puts about.