I was “pimping” my myspace page, and I ran across a link to a subsite for the truth campaign.
I’m not writing this to condemn any of my friends or family who smoke, or to convince them to quit. God knows, I’ve given up on reasoning someone out of smoking. I just found this particular fact to be a bit of a gut-punch:
“In one year, tobacco leaves 12,000 kids motherless. That’s 33 mothers a day.”
Jen and I, and our sister Bobbi, would be some of those 12,000 “kids” a year. And I can say fairly conclusively that being 30 didn’t make it any easier to lose our mom. Every hour of every day, someone somewhere is losing their mom to tobacco.
In recent weeks, some things have happened that have given me a lot of peace and closure regarding my mom’s early passing. And I’m grateful for that; I truly am. But it doesn’t make me any less angry at the shear staggering loss of life that is attributable to just plain, unadulterated, unmitigated greed. And yes, I’m fully aware of the ways my mom contributed to her own end, and the choices she’s responsible for.
That doesn’t make it even remotely right that somewhere, in some leather-appointed, mahogany-lined board room, a bunch of rich assholes are still counting the money they made off her death and plotting ways to convince my son’s schoolmates to take up the habit in the next couple of years.
There is no good reason on earth to continue to produce a product that addicts, maims and kills such a ridiculous number of its consumers, and whose only “positive” effect is the money made on it. Honestly, what the hell else does tobacco contribute to the world? Death, misery and money?
Bear in mind, my family is from Kentucky. I know the economics of tobacco. And I still want to say “Grow something else! Anything else!” Soybeans. Corn. Heck, grow medical marijuana and sell hemp. At least something vaguely useful and positive would come from that.
Okay, vent over. You may now return to wondering when I’m going to start posting about something interesting again.