Cry me a fucking river: D.C. mulls smoking ban, WaPo gets all sentimental

This little rant might be due to the fact that I'm an ex-smoker. Or maybe it's because I live in a city that banned smoking in public establishments well over five years ago. Or maybe it's because I watched New York City go smokeless and incredibly, life continued in the drab basement dives.

However, after getting to the end of the Washington Post's fellating of Big Tobacco, I realized that this rant was going to be rocket-fueled by my complete loathing of the up-and-coming pricks who tend to congregate around centers of power like junkies around a dealer. These assholes are made, they got all the right connections after going to all the right schools and have the disposable income to hang out in high end bars in an expensive city. And here's what they think of you:

A patron speaks dismissively (between puffs) of the sort of people who hang out in airport smoking lounges. Rednecks, he calls them. Whatever that means.

Yup, if you can't get your free cocktail while you enjoy a puff in the medallion club before catching your first-class trip over flyover country, you must be a redneck.

Fuck this guy.

And fuck the WaPo for printing this putrid romantic dribble. What's news is that the myth of the sexy smoker was manufactured by Big Tobacco as a ploy to get people hooked. The human interest story isn't that some elitist Beltway prick is going to have to shiver his ass off on a cold D.C. sidewalk in order to feed his habit, it's that thousands upon thousands of lives have been ruined by the greed of tobacco executives.