The L.A. Times has an article about all the beaches in the area that are banning smoking. This whiner doesn’t like it:
“We pay taxes for these beaches,” said [Robert] Best, state coordinator for a smoking rights’ group called the Smoker’sClub. “These areas were set aside for the public to enjoy, and now they’re saying, no, you can’t go enjoy them because you’re a smoker.”
Uh, no, they’re not saying that, dumb-ass. They’re saying you can’t smoke there.
You might think that these smoking bans are silly, because after all, beaches are out in the open air. But I have actually had the experience of sunbathing and having some idiot smoking just upwind from me.
Ahhhh . . . I was in Flavor Country.
I have no sympathy for these people. Do whatever you like, as long as it doesn’t bother me. But when your filthy habit intrudes on my nose and lungs, that’s when I get annoyed. So I love these bans — and if you don’t, too freaking bad.
Go ahead, join Robert Best in the whining. I know you want to.