Peter Jennings, dead this week. Cause, lung cancer. Barbara Bel Geddes, "Miss Ellie Ewing" on Dallas, dead this week. Cause, lung cancer. Dana Reeve, Christopher Reeve's widow, diagnosed with lung cancer this week.
The great news is, the American Lung Assn has logged more than double the average number of online quitters because of what is now being called "The Jennings Effect."
And I found this statistic reassuring... the percentage of adult smokers has dropped from 46 percent in 1964 to 22 percent today. Only 20 percent for women. (if that's true, why are all the really good looking women I see in bars puffing away? Especially if doing so resigns any chance they have for dating me.)
And why am I such a hypocrite about smoking? I smoke cigars, about one per week. No inhaling, but still the nasty breath.
Just saw a story on NBC about how Google Earth is inadvertently providing an opportunity for terrorists to see satellite photos of our military positions in Iraq and plan attacks accordingly. The report stated "while there's no indication the insurgents have used this technology, intelligence analysts say it's likely just a matter of time."
Yeah, especially when they see this freakin' report. I'm all about the media and freedom, but the poignant irony here is unavoidable.
And here I am, contributing... even providing a link to Google Earth. But it's not like Zawahiri reads the Dave page.
I'm now seeing how the NYC Department of Health is urging restaurants to eliminate trans-fats from their menu.
Will there never be a time when people can, on their own volition, practice restraint? Americans, actually humans in general, have trouble with the word MODERATION. But we certainly don't need more legislation to "keep us safe." I can see it coming now, the DOH will be outlawing margarine next. Then chocolate. Then dairy products. Where does it end?
Those who want government to impose restraint upon us puzzle me.
Let me clarify my position from yesterday's post. I have no problem with fast food restaurants, I frequent them... um, frequently. And I love me a thick, juicy steak or burger. My point is, don't freak out about a relatively minute risk while ignoring the bigger ones around you. By all means, do what makes you happy. I just find it funny how people think.