Monday, April 03, 2006

I Detest Smoking As Much As The Next Guy But.....

Well, we again have a Russell Crowe post, full of Russell Crowe hub bub.

Apparently while in the midst of a concert in Wellington, NZ, he smoked like three ciggies, while on stage. The bad thing, besides the cancer, and the emphysema, is that it is apparently not allowed in doors there.

Now I am under the impression that it is also not allowed in doors in Cali as well, yet he did smoke on stage there as well. Yet no one was pissed off then. No one was calling others names, because they didn't necessarily care that he did it there even though technically it is against the law to smoke in doors in restaurants in Cali.

So we have "fans" calling other "fans" names. Telling them they are ass kissers, and blindly ignorant, because they said they didn't give a rats ass about the whole smoking on stage thing. Yep, grown women. Acting like teenagers in high school. Real mature.

Here is what I think about it.


I think he is a grown man. I think if he is comfortable about the effects ciggies have on your body, then so be it. If he had a few ciggies during the concert, and from one report it sounds like he has 3 tops, and very discreetly at that, so the fuck what. Is it smart to smoke? No. Is it smart to smoke in a place that doesn't allow it? Hell no. Should this turn into WWIII? OMFG hell no!

I hate ciggies. Just hate them. Hate the way they smell. Hate the way they make my eyes burn, my throat burn, and may body stink. I hate that they cause cancer, and greasy hair, and wrinkles, and yellow teeth, and yellow nails, and bad breath, and low birth weight, and smokers cough, and asthma, and stinky clothes, and stinky skin, and stinky everything. Even still it is a personal choice. I would not dare to take that away from anyone.

Do I want to be around ciggie smoke? Not really.

Was I ticked when he smoked on stage in Cali? No it was part and parcel. I knew he smoked. Figured he would do it anyway. Didn't really give a shit one way or the other.

Was I unhappy to be around certain other people who smoked while I was out enjoying my LA/TOFOG experience? Hell no.

There are too many other things in this world to be upset about. Too many other important things. Things that actually really do mean something in the long run. Say Iraq, and our glorious leader and his inability to string five words together to make a sentence, or being able to run our country with any knowledge of what it is he is doing.

If you have time to be that upset about some performer smoking on stage at a concert where people are no doubt getting pissed up drunk, then what the hell are you there for? I would be more ticked off if a drunk ass bastard spilled his beer on me, or worse yet barfed his beer on me.

Get the fuck over it people. It was a show. Deal with it.

If you want something to pissed about, well let's talk about the Closeted Midget Dwarf and his knocked up be Child Bride and silence during and after the birth. That my friends is what the real hub bub should be about!

BTW most of this is meant as sarcasm. If you don't know what sarcasm is, then go read the fucking dictionary. If you don't like what I post, go read somewhere else. If you don't like the Closeted Midget Dwarf, please, leave me comments!

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