Down with Anti-Smokers

There's just something about anti-smokers (ASS) which makes anyone with half a brain writhe in irritation. These ASSes are so bloody full of themselves, walking around with their holier-than-thou attitude and demanding a ban for this and that.

Now there's a distinct difference between ASSes and non-smokers, like sterile water and sewage water. I have no issues with those who don't smoke. It's all a matter of choice, at the end of the day. We smoke, they don't. But that doesn't mean they don't condone smoking, not by a mile. They're happy to co-exist in a habitat with smokers, as long the latter don't make it a personal quest to blow fumes from the peace pipe into everyone else's faces.

Ooh, but ASSes, now they're the fungus on the milk, the proverbial itch that won't go away. Hardly a week goes by without some injured ASS whining about how someone smoked in the mamak or by the bus-stop or at the bar. Get a bloody life, mate. Alfresco dining has always been a venue for smokers to puff away nonchalantly, without having to pollute the internal environment of a restaurant or café. And mamaks are a given. A mamak without smokers is a pub without drinkers. But time and again, you find a silly little twat waving the air in front of his ugly face or holding a hankie to her pimple-ridden face whenever someone lights up. I'm always caught in two minds, to seethe with annoyance or crumple in laughter. And I still can't decide, after all this years and many a tea session.

Frankly speaking, these ASSes are nothing more than hypocrites, making a mountain out of a molehill just to highlight their virtuous ways to the world in general. To show that their healthy, wholesome, pious, upstanding members of society, they have made it a personal crusade to cry bloody murder whenever a smoker dares to cross their paths. These are the same upstanding members of society who would litter without batting an eyelid, use a hand phone while driving, make disparaging remarks about anyone under the sun, and not hesitate to stab a back or two.

Yesiree, bloody goody two-shoe little hypocrites who think they're going to heaven and smokers to hell. Now the question arises, why on earth would anyone seek to enter a paradise filled with these missionary style-only insipid little mosquitoes?