I think we all know these nanny-state jerkoffs just want to ban smoking...but they know they can't do it.Amen, brother. Amen.
Guess what? I enjoy a cigar from time-to-time. I'll have a swill of some whiskey or a nice gin. I eat fatty red meat, occasionally pan-fried in butter. I used to SCUBA dive, and still have the gear in my garage. Sometimes I can't be bothered to slather sunscreen on exposed skin when I'm outside, and when I do I sometimes don't re-apply as often as the bottle requires me to. Maybe someday I'll jump out of an airplane with a fancy backpack strapped to my ass.
Guess what? All those things aren't the best things in the world for me, and they might lead to my early demise. Guess what? FUCK OFF! I'm a big boy, and I put on my big-boy pants one-leg-at-a-time, and if any of my chosen activities end in my early demise, or a diminishment of my health in my twilight years, I'll take my licks.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Quote of the Day
I've been a bit (ahem) wordy lately, and alas there's more coming tomorrow. Fortunately, there are others who can say pretty much the same thing as I, only better and pithier. I went on and on about nanny staters; Weer'd Beard cuts to the chase: