I have never--never--worried about the health effects of secondhand smoke. Partly it was an unconscious evaluation similar to Denninger's conscious one, but it's not the whole story; the other part is that I lived with a two-pack-per-day smoker for most of my life and never had any of the ailments that were ascribed to it.
Do I like the smell of tobacco smoke? No. Mom's been dead for three years and I'm no longer inured to it; I find it unpleasant. But it doesn't mean I'm going to object when I'm at someone's home and he lights up, nor am I going to try to force people around me not to smoke. It's their business how they treat (or mistreat) their lungs, and I don't have a right not to be offended, so it's my tough beans that I don't like the smell of cigarette smoke.
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(That doesn't count as "politics" because I'm not discussing anything other than the scientific finding. You should see the stuff I was going to comment on, before I remembered my pledge. It's Christmas Eve, for crying out loud.)
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This morning, I woke up around 7 AM and was hungry. I was trying to think of something I could eat...and then I remembered the half-dozen Cinnabons in the fridge.
Apparently cinnamon is poisonous. *sigh*
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Gaah! Can't...blog...about...politics! They are making this damned hard on me and I can't help myself!
Michael Mann's defamation lawsuit against a bunch of people (who claimed his faked "hockey stick" graph was, y'know, fake) was trumpted by the warmistas as a triumph against "deniers"...but now he's been sent back to square one because the judge that issued the ruling screwed the pooch, big time.
...actually, it looks as if Mann claimed to have won a Nobel Prize for his work, when he hadn't, and several people called him on the fabrication, and he sued them for defamation because they called him "fraudulent".
Then again, the law is an ass.
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I really wanted to continue the tradition of posting a Christmas vignette here, some kind of story or artwork or something, but sadly I've run out of unique things of that nature to post here.
There is a story brewing in my head about a man hunting deer on a snowy Christmas Eve, and finding something wholly unexpected, but it's so embryonic I don't think I could post anything useful here. Besides, if it went the way I think it's going to go, it would end up being hackneyed and pedestrian, and quite possibly cheesy as well. (And yes, I know deer season doesn't extend this far. Maybe it does wherever that guy lives.)
Well, what the hell.