Some Advice for Speaker Boehner

 

 

Got a light?
(by R.P.Edwards)

“Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em!”
A once common phrase
Now gone with the wind
Along with the haze
Today we love bodies
And to hell with the soul
We primp and we pamper
Till we’re laid…in the hole

John Boehner, the Cary Grantish congressman from Ohio.  Born second of twelve, growing up in a smallish house with one bathroom (ugh), started working in the family bar…at 8, elected to congress in 1990, distinguished  himself, elected speaker, then minority leader, and now to be speaker again…and…and…a smoker.

Smokes and Cokes.  That was the name of the little breaks that served as a carrot to we bald headed boys as we were relentlessly marched, and exercised, and instructed; being molded into a cohesive military unit…in boot camp.  Yes, we’re talking over thirty years ago and, although smoking was considered a vice, unhealthy, smelly, it was not the “sin” it has become. 

I learned that Mr. Boehner was a Barclay burner as an aside in the “Juan Williams” story, a week back.  Juan mentioned that his wife was a smoker and, as such, she went to the public quarantine spot outside a restaurant and got to know a congressman named John.  She liked him.

And I was thinking; and…drawing on the utter hypocrisy of the elite that constantly beat the drum against tobacco while, at the same time they joyously rip babies to shreds even as they promote a “lifestyle” that can slice twenty years off a practitioner's life; yes, I was thinking, “What could Mr. “smoker” Boehner do in the short term to counter the PC crappola?”  Solution:  Reinstate the smoking policy in the Speaker's Lobby.  You see, this comfy hall was a refuge for the “hated” class and, Ms Pelosi, when she took the reigns, she wanted to lead by example and ban the evil weed.  Mr. Boehner (although he's said he wouldn’t) should relight the smoking lamp (at least in some degree) to make a statement that “substance” has at long last arrived and, if perchance the President wants to stop by, he and the speaker can sit down on the leather chairs, share a match, and put their heads together…for our good.

Conclusion:  Do I advocate smoking?  No.  But, in the priorities of Good and Evil; what say we start with the heart (the spirit) and work out from there.

* In the above piece I alluded to the health hazards of homosexuality.  Be anti-pc, and read a substantiating article by Nathaniel S. Lehrman, M.D.,  Homosexuality: some neglected considerations

 * Back in my “layoff” days I visited the smoker subject.  Here’s a link: The Smoker

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The Smoker

The Smoker
(by R.P.Edwards)

Treated as an outcast
Vile and leprous souls
Plagues that walk among us
Banished to their holes!
Yet these, who reek of nicotine
That outward, damning sin
Their righteousness exceeds our own
For we are foul…within.

In my wanderings…I see them. The outcasts. They slink into their cars and puff, banished from the house. I pass by and pity them. I go from dwelling to dwelling, leaving a gentle invitation and, looking down, their marks are unmistakable…the ash tray by the door, the used and crumpled butts on the lawn. And…I pity them. But I do not pity them for their habit. No, I pity them for their servitude. For these…these poor addicted souls, they are blasted and bled, prodded and preached at, teased, taxed and tormented. And why? Because they engage in an activity that is “unhealthy.” And since “we” cannot tolerate a desecration of our sacred temple…they are excommunicated. Oh, the hypocrisy! The utter duplicity! Oh, the vile fallacious oozing that comes from those who do not blink at the slaughter of the innocent; who think nothing of shredding the covenants that were written by the finger of God, but for the sake of a showing, for the sake of a political placating ploy…they gladly add the crushing weight to the backs…of the already broken. So…having spewed all this…am I an advocate for smoking? Of course not! But if we really want to eliminate tobacco, then outlaw it altogether! Enough of this shallow grandstanding.

There was a time, not so very long ago, when cigarettes parted the lips of nearly half the population. Tobacco was a part of life…and, consequently, a part of an early death. Yet, in those years of ignorance…in those times when little was known of all the intricacies and nuances of nutrition. In those dark and distant days there was a purity…a glowing health…an enduring strength that came from the ingestion, along with the smoke, of those elements that are so foreign today…honor, truth, integrity, respect, responsibility…and reverence. And so, the question: is it possible to hold to one, and reach back to the other? I dearly hope so. For the real health of this nation…I dearly hope so.