Drawing from a cigarette as I cast a sidelong glance to the burning tobacco, I remembered a similarly shot campaign that drew attention to the (guess what) dangers of smoking. So the next time (both if you smoke or not) you look at me or anyone smoking and sigh how I am risking my health, think that I am merely a stuntman, executing the dangerous. It is merely entertainment. It is either art in the French way, or propaganda the Chinese way. As the former it is to be accepted with a shrug and as the latter it is to be protested, the practice encouraged to reinforce personal freedom and the Olympic torch doused to register our protest.
Seriously, what can you do, except fart secretly and then sniff the air.
In the secret life it matters little whether you are racist or a homophobe, whether you give love for sex or the other way round, if you keep your prejudices to yourself even if you couldn’t care about conquering them. You enjoy yours, I have mine



Ps- the fart may still leave a bad stench, but if no one owns up we’ll have no one to blame. And if this utopian climate continues for some length of time we will have either
A society where no one owns up, or
A society where no one is blamed.

Ps 2- but this is acceptable only so long as farting is the most serious crime.

Corollary to ps
Society where everybody is to blame and no one owns up
Society where everybody owns up and there’s no point blaming. Okay okay I am stopping now

The gods keep waiting for a shower that jump to hasty conclusions, turn to cicadas that arrive at unsubstantiated ones, and make trapeze artists those that are indecisive