Here’s a feel good story: select Democrats and Republicans hope to bridge the partisan divide long enough to purchase some cheap grace with the jointly-sponsered Family Smoking Prevention and Tobacco Control Act. Offered in the name of the children™, of course. Which is all very lovely, because who needs personal choice and individual freedom when your betters are kind enough to legislate your options for you? See also: alcohol and caffeine, proposed restrictions of.
…Although I did notice exemptions for cigars, Chivas, and Mochachino-flavored stripper tassles in all this “family-friendly” legislation. But those’re probably just oversights, right congressmen?
This post reminded me of Wilbur Mills for some reason…
Fanne Foxe and the tidal basin. Need to watch out for them Argentine hookers. Hear that, Mr. Yglesias?
Wilbur Mills and Teddy Kennedy and Gary Hart and Bill Janklow and . . .
What a lovely group. Makes me proud to be an American.
G. K. Chesterton’s novel The Flying Inn should be required reading on this subject. It’s right on point, and is very funny, as well.
Chivas…you’re darned tootin, exempt, as it well should be.
Priorities, man!
Well, OF COURSE our “betters” have to take care of us . . . I mean, it’s not like I have any ability to make my OWN decisions (and accept the responsbility/consequences). Y’all do see that this is just the other side of the “no personal responsibility” coin, dontcha?
And, speaking just for myself, if you’re gonna build in an exemption for Scotch, at least make sure it’s GOOD Scotch. Chivas? Puh-LEEEEZE!
Cragganmore, Dalwhinnie, Laphroaig, Macallan 25, Glenlivet Sherry Cask, I mean, let’s explore upscale, shall we?
Or I could live with an exemption for Booker’s, Knob Creek or even Maker’s Mark.