How quickly could we transform the world, if we only had our priorities straight? If we truly cared for others beyond our own creature comforts, needs, desires and dreams of world domination. The gas-guzzling, energy-sucking and landfill-dumping consumers of the world whose lips are ever wrapped around the areolas of Big Oil’s and Big Business’ 42-gallon per barrel breasts as they mewl and puke and cry in the middle of the night while being lulled back to sleep by the wet nurse of capitalism.
Time to wake up
I was walking around the corner past Victor the Florist on my way to Coffee Cat, one day last week, just as a man crossing the street stepped in front of me with a cigarette in his hand. Gross. I have nothing but contempt for people who smoke in public and tolerate it only because killing people quickly – with my bare hands, a rock or a newspaper box ripped up from the sidewalk – is still considered illegal and immoral. Yet, slowly killing each other via second-hand smoke is perfectly acceptable.
Why does our society still tolerate these fucktards? More importantly, why do we allow the cigarette companies to even remain in business? Fuck ‘em – close every last one of them down. If you can’t find a healthy use for tobacco, then it can be relegated to the other undesirable plants like hemlock that we are warned to avoid. Why don’t we insist that idiot addicts who need to get their legalized fix of nicotine, toluene, acetone, phenol, cadmium and tar either be confined to a hermetically-sealed room with their own kind, or wear a non-noxious patch on their arms?
Why do most people feel uneasy about telling these selfish, unhealthy and rude individuals with the uncontrollable urge to kill themselves to take their cancer sticks and shove them up their asses? It doesn’t look or smell cool, no matter how many times you’ve seen it in the movies. Why do we even allow movies to show cigarettes, cigars and pipes, much less marijuana? I don’t give a shit if you want to kill yourself, hack up a lung and be completely unkissable, but don’t include me in your little stenchfest.
I slowed down, considerably, and hoped the ever-present winds along the coast would carry his exhaled poison to some other smoker across Anapamu. Sadly, Death is never as discriminatory as intolerant humans.
If I told a smoker to stand in the middle of the street when a huge truck was barreling towards him, he’d look at me like I was an idiot and refuse. Remove the truck and the obvious danger and the smoker will cross the street, considering the risk negligible. I can only assume that the alleged benefits derived from smoking must outweigh the perceived risks, or that the crippling grip of addiction is like titanium bands about their fragile willpower. Maybe they just don’t see the truck.
There may be a more pure form of tobacco without the chemical additives, which would be less devastating to its user and those in close proximity. I’m not trying to take away your fix. Everyone has or needs a vice, but it shouldn’t be killing or annoying the people next to you. Hell, I can’t stand it when someone wears too much perfume or cologne. Smelling you from across the room is not how I like to determine if you’re worthy of my interest. In fact, if I can smell you from across the room . . . you’re not.
I’d prefer that humans adopt a bit of the dog method into our dance of social etiquette: If you seem interesting at fifty yards and are not some raving bitch who’s whining, smoking and reeking of patchouli, Paloma Picasso or poodle poo, then I’ll decrease the distance between us. If you have not assaulted my senses with the senseless projection of your need to be loved and I find you intriguing to the point of even desiring to smell your skin, I’ll move closer. Finally, once I’ve determined you have a brain, a heart and a soul – oh, my – I’ll sniff your ass and we can proceed from there.
The devil-may-care pedestrian before me stepped defiantly into the street, sucking on the butt end of his socially acceptable faggot, because the light was in his favor, not that his attitude and careless disregard for himself or others would have warranted any hesitation on his part. Then, adding insult to injury, this disgusting human being dropped his deft wrist – as if to hide his smelly suicide – and suddenly dropped the cupped carcinogenic carcass of fiberglass and formaldehyde onto the pavement.
Perhaps this fucktard thought the tar he ingests, daily, would easily be assimilated by the asphalt on the streets. I was watching him, closely, and could tell his thought process: He figured that his littering was what the street cleaner was for, which is similar to inconsiderate theater patrons who drop their soda, candy and popcorn containers all over the floor, instead of taking them to the trash.
It is moments like these that make me pray for big trucks to – oops – miss the light and blast through the intersection. I have no respect for someone who pollutes our air, our streets and the bodies of others with such noxious indifference for all life but their own. These selfish ingrates can drop dead, immediately, and I won’t blink. Of course, god didn’t answer my prayer for ten-ton impact, so I sighed a silent thank-you that I didn’t have to breathe this fucktard’s vile breath another minute.
That the automobiles pump far more pollution into the air is not lost upon me. I would rather that change, as well. If individuals cannot discipline themselves from ingesting crap that kills them, blowing it in the faces of their neighbors, then littering the land with the refuse of their stupidity – how can we possibly expect society to stop sucking on the Big Oil tit? Sadly, it takes the loss of a lung, a loved one or a few thousand species before some people wake up.
Every action we take can have both a positive and negative effect. I’m not asking for people to stop doing everything that may be harmful to themselves or others. Your existence, alone, is taxing the planet with its finite water, arable land and dwindling ability to absorb the punishment of billions. If meat-eaters would just cut back by ten percent, then the water, energy and grains saved would feed 60 million people. Just ten percent.
Where can you cut back on your carbon footprint? What action can you take, today, that will lessen your impact upon Mother Earth, your community, your family and your neighbors? Think before you act. Think globally and act locally. You have a huge impact on the planet, no matter how oblivious you may be traipsing about in your own little world.
The world is becoming smaller all the time and they ain’t making any more of it. So, think before you blow smoke in my face, next time, forcing me to scramble for fresh air. You may not like the hole I’m going to plant you in, if you keep painting me into a corner with the fumes from your toxic disregard. And wipe that oil from your mouth, it’s disgusting.
The Kat
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