May. 29th, 2012

redaxe: (Angry Marvin)
I'm told that a closer translation of the Biblical phrase often rendered "thou shalt not suffer a witch to live" is "kill poisoners [of wells]". There are days when I'm willing to ignore the bit about wells, and extend the principle to the atmosphere. Specifically, I'm thinking of the folks spewing nicotine, tar, and other poisons into the air beneath the window of my home office, and often into my air.

I mean, I'd rather blight all tobacco rather than kill the users, though I suspect that the economic ramifications would be equally monstrous.

But damn, that stuff is nasty, especially drawn in by a window fan (I'm on the second floor, overlooking the area set aside for smokers, as designated by an ash fixture emplaced well after I moved into the building). There are days when I dream of a Super Soaker filled with rubbing alcohol.

I won't do it. I'm not quite that criminally antisocial. But it makes a nice counterpoint on days when my clothing and the inside of my nostrils stink.

(Today the A/C is on in the apartment. But I encountered a smoker earlier, while moving the car to a spot that will be legal for the rest of the week, and it reminded me of this.)


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