The ever-thoughtful Junican wrote yesterday:
I must admit that the constant battle against TC is depressing …by ‘depressing’ I mean disheartening. It is very hard to keep on fighting for liberty when there are such enormous forces arraigned on the opposite side.
I don’t find the constant battle (which I’m fighting too, of course) in the least bit depressing. It just makes me angry. And I far prefer anger to depression. There’s something rather hot and clean and pure and outgoing about anger.
The anger came on 1 July 2007, and has never left me. Pure anger is what powers this blog. I don’t need to be paid to write. I don’t need to be asked to write. I write anyway.
In the beginning the anger was so great that I worried that I might have an apoplectic fit. Too much anger is a dangerous thing. So now I keep my anger on a leash. I regard it as something useful.
As for the constant battle, well, I regard myself as a foot-soldier in a war. And I probably think in the same way that most soldiers think. No, we don’t want to fight the war. But it’s something that needs to be done, so we just get on with it. And so I get up every day, and step up to the firing plate above my trench, and fire off another shot at the enemy: which is Tobacco Control. One day maybe the war will be over, but I don’t see any end to it at the moment.
And it’s a war of words rather than bullets. It’s a war of ideas. It’s a war of one way of thinking against another way of thinking. And that’s exactly what all wars are: wars of ideas.
The people in Tobacco Control want a “smoke-free” world. And I want a smoke-filled world. I like smoke. Like anger, too much of it is a bad thing. But too little is an equally bad thing. I like the world to be delicately scented with an infinite number of exquisite aromas. And the odour of tobacco is another one those exquisite fragrances.
The war with Tobacco Control goes far deeper than just tobacco. It’s a war about control. Tobacco Control wants control. And the people in Tobacco Control are controlling people. They want everything under control. And I don’t want to control anyone or any thing. I always look for ways to work with people rather than against them. But in the case of Tobacco Control this is impossible, because they never compromise. And now I have no interest in compromising with them: Tobacco Control must be destroyed.
And I’m always thinking up ways to destroy them. For I’ve gotten interested in the war. I’ve become fully engaged in it. I don’t think that Tobacco Control is invincible. I think that they’re much weaker than most people think.
They’re all mercenaries, for a start. They’re all being paid to fight. It’s a job they do. Deborah Arnott get £160,000 a year. And I get paid absolutely nothing. But I’ve got my burning anger, and that’s worth at least £160,000 a year.
And I’ve had the pleasure of knowing a few of them. Dr W, in whose house I once lived, was the first one I ever encountered in my life. And he was closely connected to the BMA and the WHO. So he was almost certainly a mercenary.
The other one I knew was a close personal friend. I only found out she was an antismoker when she told me that she’d been working in Tobacco Control (or “Smoking Cessation”, as she called it) for some 25 years. It was a bit like finding out that she’d been a guard in a concentration camp. Anyway, she was another mercenary. But when I first met her she had just left some weird cult in the south of France. Quite a few people I’ve known have got caught up in weird cults of one sort or other, and she was one. And I think that Tobacco Control is actually also a cult, a bit like the ones with the Maharishi, or Subud, or the Bhagwan, or (my favourite) the Emissaries of the Divine Light. I’m rather surprised that I didn’t get caught up as well, given I’ve known so many who did.
What’s interesting about the religious cult of Tobacco Control is that it has no God that it worships, but only a Devil. Tobacco Control is a form of devil-worship or Satanism. It has no Supreme Good, but only a Supreme Evil. And the Supreme Evil is Tobacco. And the agents of this supreme evil are the tobacco companies. These days smokers themselves are also included among the addicted captive agents of the Supreme Evil.
The equally religious cult of Climate Control also identifies a Supreme Evil: carbon dioxide.
I think it’s a profound weakness of both Tobacco Control and Climate Control that they identify some Supreme Evil as the central or primary force in the world, rather than a Supreme Good. If it existed, the Sistine Chapel of Tobacco Control would be covered in Hieronymus Bosch demons and devils. As a vision of evil, Tobacco Control is a form of demonic possession. Tobacco Control is one-sided and unbalanced. And that, I suspect, will be the death of it.
In fact, since the devil has always been depicted as residing in the fires of hell, it may well be that their shared hatred of smoke of any kind whatsoever grows from the primacy of a smoky inferno in their thinking. They are like Christians who were only ever taught about hell, and never about heaven. And in tobacco smoke and carbon dioxide they see the fires of hell.
Speaking of control, I got censored by Facebook a couple of days back. My post reporting Alex Jones Banned was removed. I wasn’t notified of its removal. And no reason was given for its removal. I’d guess that it was removed because it reported Alex Jones’ being censored by, among other outlets, Facebook. Perhaps they’re banning all mention of Alex Jones? Perhaps he’s become an unperson?
I only found out about it when George Speller asked me why I hadn’t posted it on Facebook. As it happens, WordPress has stopped automatically reposting stuff on Facebook, and I haven’t figured out how to get it to do so again, but in this case I had gone and posted the link to my Alex Jones piece.