Paraphrasing Josey Wales: I reckon so
"...my thoughts keep tugging toward a group of people who are abused, ostracized and facing a cold winter. It's not right what we do to them, and we should pay attention. I saw them again the other day, shivering in the cold, in the rain, without jackets or coats. The looked out, expressionless, as the great world, busy and purposeful, hurried by on the street. They were lined up along the wall of a business office. At their feet were a small mountain of cigarette butts and litter. They are the punished, the shamed. They are the Smokers."
Reckon I'll haveta fire up a stoagie right now...MUD