An article in Australia’s Shepparton News set me thinking. It began:
It’s good it’s hard for smokers
by BARCLAY WHITE AUGUST 05, 2017
This week life got a little bit harder for one of the most maligned groups in our society — and I say ‘good’.
Smokers in Victoria are now banned from lighting up at outdoor areas at cafes and restaurants where food is served.
What a nasty piece of work Barclay White is, that he should wish ill on so many of his fellow Australians! In the article he goes on to rain abuse on “entitled” smokers. He ends his piece:
I say the smoking bans do not go quite far enough.
If people want to spend a stupid amount of money on a bad habit, let them do it, but why should they be able to light up in public?
If I never smell another cigarette that will be just fine with me, and I’m sure that will be okay with the vast majority of us who don’t light up.
So he wants to malign some of his fellow Australians even more than they are already maligned. He wants life to be even harder for them.
I wondered who he was.
The photo in his profile showed a flaccid, pasty-faced man:
I looked at a few of his recent articles. The most recent one was about gay marriage. He seemed not to want to further malign another maligned social group. He didn’t say that they had a bad habit. He didn’t say that if he never saw another poofta again it would be fine with him.
Other articles by him were about murders and drugs. He didn’t seem to want to further malign the maligned social group of drug users. He didn’t say they had a bad habit.
He didn’t seem to malign anybody else at all. He reserved all his bile for smokers.
And he’s a coffee addict. I thought it was a joke, but he meant it.
My name is Barclay White and I am a coffee addict.
Each morning when I wake up I probably drive my housemates mad with the noise when I crank up my increasingly noisy, but oh so lovely, coffee machine.
The bizarre contraption cost me close to $500, but to me it is money very well spent.
When I get out of bed the first thing I do is grind some coffee beans, heat the coffee contraption up and get ready to pour myself a sweet cup of caffeinated magic, otherwise known as a flat white.
I don’t take drugs, I am not a heavy drinker, but when it comes to caffeine I will admit I am hopelessly and pathetically hooked…
…after my addiction had taken hold, I decided to try going cold turkey.
That meant no coffee shop coffee, no iced coffee, no instant and, to prevent myself from going to a caffeinated alternative, no cola, tea or chocolate.
I quickly learned what trying to quit a drug addiction was like as I went through full-blown withdrawal symptoms.
I had splitting headaches, could not concentrate and could not sleep. Basically I just felt like there was something missing for me to feel complete.
Caffeine might be legal, but kicking it is a challenge, just like kicking any drug
Perhaps that’s why he has such contempt for smokers: they’re addicts just like he is. And they stink the place out just like he does with his coffee.
I have given up any hope that I will ever kick the demon bean for good, but when I smell those ground beans in the morning, I feel like I have made the right choice.
Perhaps the contempt that antismokers have for smokers is just the contempt that they have for themselves.