H/T Smokingscot and Joe L for this Express quote:
Mr Selbie said: “It’s now hard to believe that back in 1974 almost half of adults smoked. But now an end really is in sight and we have a real opportunity to virtually eliminate all the harm, misery and death caused by smoking.“
I couldn’t help but think that this Selbie chap inhabits a different universe than I do. What he really seems to me to have been saying was more like this:
Mr Selbie said: “It’s now hard to believe that back in 1974 almost half of adults smoked. But now an end really is in sight and we have a real opportunity to virtually eliminate all the fun, happiness, and vibrant social life associated with smoking.“
Because I think that’s what he’s really doing.
For I don’t know of any harm or misery or death that has been caused by anyone smoking, at least in any of my circles of friends or acquaintances. In my personal experience, smoking is harmless both to me or to anybody else who smokes, and to anybody (children or animals included) who happens to be near anyone who is smoking.
In a flat I shared many years ago, the house cat would spend many, many hours sat on my knee in my tiny little smoke-filled room. She was almost a fixture, and would patiently wait for me to return whenever I went to take a leak, and would be waiting with one paw raised ready to jump back up when I returned, indifferent to the cigarette I’d then light a bare few inches above her head. And she lived to the age of 22 – a good age for a cat.
And when any smoker I knew stopped smoking, I never noticed any consequent health improvement in them – largely because they were in perfectly good health already.
As far as I’m concerned, the antismoking mindset is entirely one of imagining non-existent dangers in smoking. The same sort of mindset is evident in global warming alarmists who imagine non-existent dangers in carbon dioxide. The underlying mindset is one of imagining non-existent dangers everywhere. And so I can only suppose that the Selbies of the world live in world in which everything is fraught with peril, and even if they make themselves a cup of tea, they’re worried that they might scald themselves with boiling water, or accidentally gouge lumps of flesh out of themselves by injudicious movements of a teaspoon, or dislocate vertebrae while reaching down to pick up a pint of milk from the bottom shelf of the fridge. They must live in a state of constant fear of more or less everything, as far as I can see.
I don’t want to know such people. I think they are toxic people, and they pollute the world with their imaginary threats.
And they are highly selective about the imaginary threats they see. The smoke from a single cigarette wafting down a few storeys in a tower block they perceive as being a danger to everyone for miles around, but when a whole tower block clad in plastic catches fire like a Roman candle, they dismiss it as unimportant:
Public Health England moved to dampen fears about ongoing poisons in the air and a spokeswoman said there was “minimal wider risk to public health as a result of the smoke plume”. She said all smoke is toxic and could have affected those close to the scene but that no additional or unusual chemical fumes had been detected.
But what about the number of packets of cigarettes or tobacco that went up in smoke in that awful inferno? Didn’t that add the necessary additional or unusual chemical fumes to make it into lethal secondhand tobacco smoke? When I lived in Devon, and regularly lit garden bonfires, I always added the contents of a few ashtrays to the blaze to ensure that the smoke plume billowing across the surrounding fields would kill off most of the insects and birds and foxes and deer and cattle in them. I regarded myself as performing a public fumigation service, and would occasionally wonder if I might demand a modest fee for it from surrounding farmers, should they have themselves survived.
And if “all smoke is toxic” that will of course include the smoke of every car or truck exhaust, and every candle in a dim-lit restaurant, and every incense thurible in a Roman Catholic church.
Pah!! Pah!! Pah to the lot of them!!