STRASBOURG PIE, PERFUME, AND COCKTAILS FOR KIDS

A long time ago high schools allowed students to smoke, and there were ashtrays around the perimeter of the playground, so that the young would learn not to leave an unsightly mess.
And it worked. The boys and girls would conscientiously dispose of their buts in the receptacles provided, discard food wrappers and styrofoam in garbage cans, and not hang around in front of the campus blocking the sidewalks or otherwise making a nuisance of themselves.

This strategy inculcated good habits and turned out upstanding adults.

Which is exactly what high schools are supposed to do.

Yes, this blogger is advocating ashtrays.

And teenage tobacco use.


As I recall, the only students who were problematic were the snooty non-smokers, who fled the quad for the public street, often screaming and yelling, creating disturbances, littering, and applying garish make-up.
They were little anti-social attention-whores, with horrible morals.
Many ended up as criminals, harlots, or office-seekers.


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Times have changed. Now the smokers are forced out on the street, where we are often pointed out as bad examples for little children, or abused by harridans and joggers.
The little children are absolutely not a problem.
We actually like the wee tykes, and they often get to see how impossibly cool and self-assured smokers are, as we congregate collegially, discussing weighty matters, and letting fly the odd witticism or quip.
It's the earthmothers and healthfreaks who are an issue. They're the same anti-social attention seekers with horrible morals that they always were, made far less tolerable by time.
And they're still snooty snooty snooty.

It is because of the petulantly disapproving attitudes evinced by such types that this blogger now thinks well of fur, foie gras, shark fin, veal, red meat of all kinds, peanuts, nuts, seeds, dairy products, gluten, perfume, bagpipes, small swallowable parts, non-recyclable plastic, transfats, and sugar.

We need more freedom, not less.

I feel like a Happy Meal today.

And licentiousness in public.


For dessert, fatty duck liver and bacon in a pastry.



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