Smoke ’em if you got ’em.
A pithy phrase that can no longer hold its own in these times.
Read today that Mark Twain smoked somewheres between 22 and 40 cigars a day. A day! That is his right of course.
How would he fare under the political correctness, growing socialist forces, driven by the engine of the liberal media, increasingly dictating our choices and destroying our individual liberties.
Twain was a tour d’ force, an irascible, intelligent, acutely observant, perceptive and wickedly witty fellow who brokered no fools. I imagine he’d tell society, from our increasingly nanny government on down, to bugger off and continue puffing away.
Which leads to the second interesting tidbit: The renowned author had a bad heart and at the request of his doctor reduced his cigars to 7 to 10 a day.
Finally, Twain smoked, the collective others opined, terrible cigars. It’s reported that he once swapped all of his friend’s cigars at a party with his as a joke, only to find a large number of them, barely smoked, outside the next morning.
Twain. A man I would’ve liked very much had I known him; fortunately his words live on and therefore ever the fellow. And I’m glad.