Archive: June, 2007

Letter to the Editor of the Register-News Regarding Illinois’ Smoking Ban

I am writing this primarily in response to the recent letter from Jerry Merritt regarding smoking and the upcoming ban by the communist state of Illinois.

To begin, Merritt does an excellent job of using imagery to paint smokers as horrible people akin to “factory boilers, pacifier users, and druggies”. Also, being dressed well and going out after church has nothing to do with the smoking law, but it is more good creative writing. Kudos for creative writing.

Now, to address a few incorrect points made in that letter:

Non-smokers have no “right” to be guaranteed a non-smoking environment. I checked, it was nowhere in the Illinois nor United States constitutions.

Everyone does have the choice not to go into a business that allows smoking. If the business loses enough money by allowing smoking (for example, the non-smokers), they will disallow it. Apparently that is not the case.

Children fall into the same position. They have their decisions made for them (in theory) by their responsible parents or guardians. I agree they shouldn’t be around smoking, but they are their parents responsibility. The parents shouldn’t put them in that situation.

Similarly, smokers have no “right” to smoke at any given location. I like some local restaurants that don’t allow smoking. I don’t whine and cry about it. When we’re done eating and chatting, I just go outside and have a smoke. No big deal.

However, there are some times where I want to munch and have a smoke like at a sports bar. Obviously the business understands that its patrons like to have a smoke (pipe, cigar, etc.) and allows it. Some others don’t allow smoking, and I wouldn’t go there on those occasions.

The bottom line is that there is no right to smoke or not smoke. Everyone has a choice to smoke or not smoke and the right to support any business either way the owner decides to run their business.

This law is simply another way for the government to intrude on our personal lives and business decisions. If the state would just declare communism, they could control things like they want in our private lives and we couldn’t stop them. Oh wait…

“Nope, no smoking in bars! And pretty soon, no drinking and no talking!” – Eddie Izzard

Dan’s Twitter Updates for 2007-06-13

  • Stupid glue. #
  • Almost time to check the water. I’m nervous. #
  • Yay! No leaks! I am the plumbing master. #

The faucet is fixed, and I’m planning my next adventure

Yay! I finally got the last CPVC elbow I needed and squeezed under the cabinet to get the faucet glued into place. Now comes the 2 hour wait to see if it is watertight. About 1PM Central I get to turn the water back on and run to make sure there isn’t water spraying everywhere.

It will be nice to actually accomplish something instead of scouring the internet and classifieds looking for employment. I’m even kicking around the idea of taking out a small ad and doing freelance PC work. The only thing holding me back is the fact that once you work on a PC, the owner will expect you to come fix EVERYTHING that ever goes wrong for free.

When you call a plumber to fix your toilet, does he come back to fix the sink for free? Nope. Same for computer repair. How about when a mechanic changes your oil, does he then have to fix your transmission in a month when it goes out? Nope. Same for computer repair.

Moving on though… …I think I’ll replace the shower in the master bath next. It should just be a matter of replacing the shower lever and the surrounding enclosure. I hope.

After Emily wakes up, I’ll look at it closer. May as well get home repairs/projects out of the way while I have the time.

UPDATE: The pipes are not leaking. Go me.

Dan’s Twitter Updates for 2007-06-11

  • The beach was fun, but not warm enough. #

Rend Lake beach is disgusting. I’m not kidding.

We took a happy little family trip to South Sandusky beach over the weekend. Apparently, over time, I had forgotten how vile that beach is. The sand was littered with cigarette butts. Not just a few, they were everywhere. All you had to do was kick up a little sand, and POOF there they were.

The kids managed to coax me into the muddy water where we walked on sharp rocks and what felt like chunks of broken concrete. After a large dead bug and a discarded cigarette butt floated past, I decided I was done. Yuck.

We came home and everyone immediately showered. Our brand new suits where stained brown, and we reeked. I won’t be back. I’ll buy a membership to the rec club and take the kids swimming there.

I feel dirty just talking about it.