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Econ 101. An increase in the price of an object results in a decrease in demand.
Sometimes a cigar is a cigar, said Julius Caesar.
That is the only thing that zero did for me...I refused to voluntarily fund his agenda and quit cold turkey after 25 years of smoking. Oh wait..no I flipping did that. I might have been encouraged by hatred of O...but I did it without help from anyone but my very patient husband. I hope that no one is encouraged to go back to smoking a slightly lesser taxed nicotine delivery system since the money will still go to the same place.
Yes folks, they really are that stupid....
"You must choose between me and your cigar."
—BREACH OF PROMISE CASE, CIRCA 1885.
Open the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout,
For things are running crossways, and Maggie and I are out.
We quarrelled about Havanas—we fought o'er a good cheroot,
And I knew she is exacting, and she says I am a brute.
Open the old cigar-box—let me consider a space;
In the soft blue veil of the vapour musing on Maggie's face.
Maggie is pretty to look at—Maggie's a loving lass,
But the prettiest cheeks must wrinkle, the truest of loves must pass.
There's peace in a Larranaga, there's calm in a Henry Clay;
But the best cigar in an hour is finished and thrown away—
Thrown away for another as perfect and ripe and brown—
But I could not throw away Maggie for fear o' the talk o' the town!
Maggie, my wife at fifty—grey and dour and old—
With never another Maggie to purchase for love or gold!
And the light of Days that have Been the dark of the Days that Are,
And Love's torch stinking and stale, like the butt of a dead cigar—
The butt of a dead cigar you are bound to keep in your pocket—
With never a new one to light tho' it's charred and black to the socket!
Open the old cigar-box—let me consider a while.
Here is a mild Manila—there is a wifely smile.
Which is the better portion—bondage bought with a ring,
Or a harem of dusky beauties, fifty tied in a string?
Counsellors cunning and silent—comforters true and tried,
And never a one of the fifty to sneer at a rival bride?
Thought in the early morning, solace in time of woes,
Peace in the hush of the twilight, balm ere my eyelids close,
This will the fifty give me, asking nought in return,
With only a Suttee's passion—to do their duty and burn.
This will the fifty give me. When they are spent and dead,
Five times other fifties shall be my servants instead.
The furrows of far-off Java, the isles of the Spanish Main,
When they hear my harem is empty will send me my brides again.
I will take no heed to their raiment, nor food for their mouths withal,
So long as the gulls are nesting, so long as the showers fall.
I will scent 'em with best vanilla, with tea will I temper their hides,
And the Moor and the Mormon shall envy who read of the tale of my brides.
For Maggie has written a letter to give me my choice between
The wee little whimpering Love and the great god Nick o' Teen.
And I have been servant of Love for barely a twelvemonth clear,
But I have been Priest of Cabanas a matter of seven year;
And the gloom of my bachelor days is flecked with the cheery light
Of stumps that I burned to Friendship and Pleasure and Work and Fight.
And I turn my eyes to the future that Maggie and I must prove,
But the only light on the marshes is the Will-o'-the-Wisp of Love.
Will it see me safe through my journey or leave me bogged in the mire?
Since a puff of tobacco can cloud it, shall I follow the fitful fire?
Open the old cigar-box—let me consider anew—
Old friends, and who is Maggie that I should abandon you?
A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke;
And a woman is only a woman, but a good Cigar is a Smoke.
Light me another Cuba—I hold to my first-sworn vows.
If Maggie will have no rival, I'll have no Maggie for Spouse!
Rudyard Kipling.
It’s true though that today’s cigarettes are much healthier, for lack of a better word, than those of 50-60 years ago.
It's the tobacco taxes. That's why they cost so much. Avoiding anything with an attached tax is a good thing. More people should make it a "lifestyle choice".
We can survive without the democrats money, but the democrats can't survive without ours. Starve that beast!!!
Nanny-state bureaucrats in Mordor getting "alarmed" at free Americans' personal leisure activities is a cause for alarm.
Hey Marty!
Anyone tried the Camacho triple-maduro? Have one in my humi but haven’t had the guts to light it up yet.
I find the e-cigarette thing especially interesting. When you strip away the smoke-generation part you end up with a drug (nicotine) delivery part...and lose most if not all of the health concerns in the process. I’m not a smoker and don’t like being around it, but I don’t recall anyone ever having said that nicotine itself was harmful. It has effects on behavior and physiology, to be sure, but isn’t it the crap from the smoke that wrecks lungs and increases risk of heart disease and all? If so, then what the hell, outlaw the smoking part and let people satisfy their addiction in a different way, i.e. the e-cig.
But much as I don’t like smoking the libertarian in me says the gummint should “butt out” entirely...although that begs the question of taxing all the above.
Yes, that's my favorite smoke.
I enjoy a briar filled with a nice blend now and again. Maybe I’ll pack a pipe with Sillem’s Black tonight, now that I’m thinking on it.
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It used to be that people smoked a LOT of cigars. Then there was a war on cigars and people turned to cigarettes. Every form of tobacco use was persecuted by one Carrie Nation type or another, resulting in the adoption of another form.
