Post by judyb on Jul 13, 2011 4:58:40 GMT -5
I doubt that my opinion will ever soften of those
rotten, miserable people-killing, youth-robbing, cough-generating,
smelly, filthy, house-stinking, clothes-burning, cancer-causing,
addictive-by-design, morale-busting, lousy, depression-causing,
air-polluting, destroyer of self-esteem and lives, greedy, lying,
health-destroying purveyors of grief & sorrows untold--those
cigarettes.
Why in the world should I show these things, these instruments of
death, respect & tenderness, that have caused me such grief?
Should I write the d**n things a little *love letter* of
“farewell-parting is such sweet sorrow?
"
Should I make these evil things more "precious" in my mind???
No. Insult them. A pox on them and their makers. Ridicule them to
show a fearless attitude. Show them no mercy. Take no prisoners.
Pee on them. Moon them.
Do it with deliberation, courage & contempt.
....Not only for one's own honor but those souls before who couldn't
stop in time, who had no quitting aids to turn to. The real danger
exists for those who have met with success and in their comfort, for
them to forget & fall prey to the same old lies...........the
whispers...
It is time to destroy the seductive nature of these things one way or
another. And go toe to toe with the wicked beast. Mano a mano. Yellow
snow.
Take that, and THAT, ....oh, vile deceivers....
Roadkill
rotten, miserable people-killing, youth-robbing, cough-generating,
smelly, filthy, house-stinking, clothes-burning, cancer-causing,
addictive-by-design, morale-busting, lousy, depression-causing,
air-polluting, destroyer of self-esteem and lives, greedy, lying,
health-destroying purveyors of grief & sorrows untold--those
cigarettes.
Why in the world should I show these things, these instruments of
death, respect & tenderness, that have caused me such grief?
Should I write the d**n things a little *love letter* of
“farewell-parting is such sweet sorrow?
"Should I make these evil things more "precious" in my mind???
No. Insult them. A pox on them and their makers. Ridicule them to
show a fearless attitude. Show them no mercy. Take no prisoners.
Pee on them. Moon them.
Do it with deliberation, courage & contempt.
....Not only for one's own honor but those souls before who couldn't
stop in time, who had no quitting aids to turn to. The real danger
exists for those who have met with success and in their comfort, for
them to forget & fall prey to the same old lies...........the
whispers...
It is time to destroy the seductive nature of these things one way or
another. And go toe to toe with the wicked beast. Mano a mano. Yellow
snow.
Take that, and THAT, ....oh, vile deceivers....
Roadkill