Wow. People who worry that public-health nannying is going to spin out of control are so darn paranoid. I mean, all people want is to eat in a smoke-free restaurant. That's it. Is it so hard to go outside to puff on your filthy Marlboro? I mean, come on. You say people are going to come after ice cream and french fries next, but that's a bunch of melodramatic demagoguery.
Yeah, right. (Via Andrew Sullvan.)
OK. I will link to the Post-Gazette's "flirting with death" nonsense again just so you can see what melodramatic demagoguery really looks like. (I am still waiting for the Post-Gazette's list of dead bartenders who have fallen, flirtatiously or otherwise, to the scourge of secondhand smoke.)
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