The Charlotte Observer ran a column today written by an older generation’s favorite conservative curmudgeon, James J. Kilpatrick. (Shana, you ignorant slu… sorry, I was mixing 60 Minutes reality with early SNL fantasy) Anyway, James writes exactly what I’ve often thought; the tobacco industry doesn’t owe a friggin’ penny to the survivors of anyone who smoked themselves to death. It was the smokers’ own stupid fault.
Reading Kilpatrick’s experience as a former smoker I thought about my father. After more than 20 years of smoking since his teens, my father quit ‘cold turkey’ after the Surgeon General’s report in the early ’60s. I respected him for doing that but sometimes wonder if his death at age 60 (1985) was somehow related to smoking. Blaming anyone has never occurred to me. I believe life is neither “fair” nor “unfair”. Life just “is” and we must deal with it.
What’s next? Will brewers, distillers or wineries be sued every time someone drinks themselves to death or is killed while driving drunk? Wait, don’t answer that. Let’s go to a bar and discuss it over a nice cold draft ale.