Good rant from Dick Puddlecote:
Back in 2006, government passed legislation to usher in a new age of intolerance and snobbery. It had taken around 30 years for the Godber Blueprint to take effect, that is “to foster an atmosphere where it was perceived that active smokers would injure those around them, especially their family and any infants or young children who would be exposed involuntarily”.
This, of course, was the smoking ban. Based on a pre-planned lie and brought to prominence by way of three decades of slogans such as “smokers stink”, it played upon a latent dislike of smoking and smokers amongst the dregs of our society. It was an incessant onslaught which turned a nation comfortable with co-operation and tolerance into one where to openly hurl disgusting insults and threats at otherwise law-abiding and productive members of the public was actively encouraged.
It was a victory for the army of fanatical single issue state-funded tax-spongers who prey upon the borderline insane mentality of the revolting; the contemptuous; the arrogant; the pinch-lipped; the selfish; and the proudly anti-social.
A clusterfuck of the abhorrent; a circle-jerk of the hateful and nauseating.
It may be an irrelevant aside, but the thing that really gets me about them is their complete indifference to smokers, and how totally inconsiderate they all are towards them. They only consider themselves. Nobody else matters.
Some years ago I was talking to one of them about the smoking ban, and he suddenly said: “Well, I like it!” He approved of the smoking ban, and his approval was all that really mattered. I had the same experience in a phone call to an old friend, when she said, “But I like it,” in response to my complaints, once again as if that was all that mattered.
It’s the same with all the MPs who voted for the ban which, as Deborah Arnott predicted, would “exile smokers to the outdoors.” Out of sight is out of mind. The only thing they didn’t like was the way the smokers clustered outside the pubs like drowning sailors clinging to a lifeboat, and didn’t stay completely out of sight.
They exiled millions of people to the outdoors, sweeping them out as if they were so much dust and dirt, and they never once spared them a single thought. Not when they were first debating kicking them all out, nor at any time since. Because for them smokers had become non-persons. They didn’t count. They didn’t exist.
For them, millions of smokers in the UK, and tens of hundreds of millions of smokers all over the world, simply don’t exist as members of the human race. They don’t count. If they are regarded as anything at all, it is as sub-human “addicts” whose humanity (and whose rights) vanished the moment they lit their first cigarette, and 70% of whom (we are regularly told) wish they had never had lit one, and who can only be “helped” by progressively driving them further and further outside society.
The exclusion of smokers is already so complete that they are almost never mentioned in any public discourse. No politician ever says anything like, “Hey, listen. Don’t you think we’re treating smokers utterly abominably?” Not even Nigel Farage, who is about the only one who actually does consider smokers, because he’s a smoker himself.
It’s dead silence.
But one day the silence will be broken – this is inevitable -, as hundreds of millions of excluded smokers find their voice at last. It will be a dies irae, a day of terrible anger unleashed. It’ll be like a flash flood in a narrow canyon, rising quickly, flowing fast, and sweeping absolutely everything before it. It will be an unstoppable tide. A tsunami.
But they’ll never see it coming.
Because they’re not looking.