“You don’t always die from tobacco”

Last night I watched a DVD. I got home from work early and plunked my stuffy, congested, headachy, whiny self on the sofa and stayed there. Amazing how heavenly it felt just to lie on the sofa, given how crappy I felt during the day. Perspective, people. On certain days, even lying down can be fun.

All this meandering preamble is unrelated to the point of the post, which is that prior to the actual movie coming on, I was forced to watch an ad. The ad shows a cowboy and features an electronic voice, “singing” in a monotone, robotic way. The words went like this:

You don’t always die from tobacco

Sometimes you just lose a lung

Oh you don’t always die from tobacco

Sometimes they just snip out your tongue

And you won’t sing worth a heck

with a big hole in your neck

Cuz you don’t always die from tobacco

The ad shows somewhat horrified onlookers listening. The cowboy has a hole in his neck, I gather, from smoking. This little ditty came courtesy of something called InfectTruth.com.

It got me thinking about how long big tobacco clung to outdated ideas on tobacco, and how smoking was even considered empowering (“You’ve come a long way, baby”). Then it got me thinking that you don’t always die from abortion. Sometimes you just get depressed. Or sometimes, you just lose your relationship. Or sometimes, you just get breast cancer. Then the movie started, and I stopped thinking. (Which is a blessing all round, many would argue. When Andrea stops thinking.)

We’ll see how much longer big abortion lasts.

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