Comments on: When Cigarettes Are Outlawed Only Criminals Will Smoke

By: twoma3

twoma3 — Sat, 22 Jan 2005 02:03:55 +0000

Legi$lated morality alway$ make$ the wage$ of $in worth more. Thi$ will make the $muggler$ rich.

By: Matt

Matt — Fri, 21 Jan 2005 08:39:33 +0000

Eat right. Don’t drink. Don’t smoke. Always wear your seatbelt.

Die anyway.

Personally, I happen to be looking forward to a weekend in the company of the largest group of our fellow smokers I’m ever likely to encounter.

By: thunderbird

thunderbird — Fri, 21 Jan 2005 02:14:53 +0000

I can now imagine that now the American Lung Association the Cancer Society and the Heart Association will want us to do the same as well then there henery(wacky)waxman and the reat of the health freaks what kind of weird stuff is this? we dont need to follow another countries example into socialism we need to say to the world come here for help but dont give us your cocamemie ideas

By: Venomous Kate

Venomous Kate — Thu, 20 Jan 2005 19:28:28 +0000

God. Some people just don’t pay attention.

By: Fritz

Fritz — Thu, 20 Jan 2005 19:15:16 +0000

I admit that I am an anti-smoker. Finding my young, beautiful mother dead on the bathroom floor did that to me. Mom was only 45 — a year older than I am today. She smoked three packs a day from the age of 16. She had a heart attack while my dad was away on a business trip.

Look into the faces of your children and think about the nightmares they’ll have if what happened to my mom happens to you. I’m not trying to be preachy or dramatic. It is simply the truth.

A cigarette was my mom’s trademark. She was incredibly cool, a talented hair dresser, business owner, and a classic rebel. I wish that her grandchildren could have known her. I wish she could have retired with my dad. He’s married to another lady now and I don’t get to see him very often.

But, most of all, I miss the long conversations I had with my mom. I miss playing Scrabble with her until two in the morning. She was my best friend and she’s not there to talk to when I need her — or when something great happens.

I was 26 when she died. It was three days before the medical examiner told us that she’d died of a heart attack. In the meantime, the police handled it as a suspicious death. They treated our family home like a crime scene, filled plastic bags with Mom and Dad’s personal items, took everything from the medicine cabinet. The waiting was horrible.

I feel extremely guilty that I never asked my mother to quit smoking. So, I try to make up for it by asking other mom’s to quit. I don’t nag or treat them with disrespect. I just tell them what happened to my family and let them choose for themselves.