What a bunch of arse. I know everybody is fucking sick of smokers and we should be beaten to death with blunt instruments but it’s the hypocrisy I can’t stand.
I pay a bastard fortune (post tax) to smoke. I like it. I know it is going to kill me but it is my choice, alright? Fuck off and mind your own business and be grateful for the truly humungous amounts of tax I pay for the privilege. Tax that you don’t have to pay. I have to stand outside an empty pub, watching the landlord go broke. I have to huddle in the rain to get my fix and I have to listen to the fucking EU telling me what a cunt I am as they empty my pockets.
Yes, the EU. These unelected pricks have decided that “health warnings” are not extreme enough to make grown men cry and women weep. So they are going to make us look at a picture of a healthy lung from a dead person and an unhealthy lung from a dead person. As if there is any logic at all in that at all. They are both dead after all.
And then I saw how much damage the people who want to tell me what to do with my life are actually causing other innocent people. People who want to grow crops and sell them in Europe. But they can’t. Because the EU won’t let them and makes me pay a bastard fortune for food so they can run a “common agricultural policy and subsidise red faced, fat fingered, Range Rover driving farmers to grow stuff we don’t want at prices we shouldn’t be paying.
Oh bollocks, just watch:
So, you EU Bastards. I would like YOU to print a little picture of a starving non EU child on every packet of subsidised food sold in Europe. I want people to know what YOU are doing to the rest of the world, you cunts. I want them to know how many people YOU are killing whilst taxing me to death.
Bastards. You fucking, cruel, heartless, racially “superior”, vicious BASTARDS. If I die of smoking, rather than jogging, at least I have paid you for the privilege. These poor bastards never stood a chance. I don’t know how you can sleep at night.