I disagree with anti smoking campaigns. This is my body. It belongs to me to do with what I wish, and I enjoy my ciggarettes.
I'm the one who suffers any pain that happens to it, so, I can be assured that my body is mine.
I also disagree with the consequencial dynamics at play if, and when I get that terminal illness diagnosis, for my smoking out of spite for a set of dynamics presented to me by mother nature, that I must adhere to, or else. I must meet a requirement at all times, or I can be an outcast. I choose to be an outcast.
So many people have suffered an unjust lot in life, then succumbed to the dying process, often in a psychological dungeon, that is, the hospital, on their deathbed. This is very disempowering, and it's only a matter of time before mother nature herself, reeps some consequence for creating life, just to make it suffer all that pain.
