You gonna wish death on the next people who cook stinky fish?
Grow up. If you’re so sensitive and feel so entitled that you think you have the right to control other people’s actions lest something should waft over to where you are, then you need to be living somewhere where the houses are further apart.
If you choose to live where people are packed cheek to jowl then you have to take your lumps.
Repeat after me: I only have the right to determine what happens up to but not beyond my property line. It’s true for me, you and everybody else in the world, so get used to it.
I’m confident you’d be flipping out over a noisy motorcycle, a firepit or noisy air conditioner if that was your particular sensitivity. If you’re that delicate then move to the damn country and let people of more tolerance live together in neighbourhoods.
You’re wishing death on someone who is across the street on his own porch? Grow up.
Make it one of those that spray water and has bright color lights and I might think about it. I reserve the right to still be pissed at your expenditure of my taxes on healthcare, though.
Your stinky fish won’t give me cancer nor burden the healthcare system (if handled and cooked properly, that is)
I do, hence my pitting of him (and all smokers in general) on the wonderful anonymity of the internet as opposed to hollering at him from my porch and spitting on his lawn.
Damn straight I do, and for the same reasons. Assholes who think the right of one to annoy supersedes the right of many to live peacefully deserve nothing but scorn. The other two would have to depend on local regulations, I guess. I don’t “flip out” though. I just wish them dead in the privacy of my thoughts and carry on with my merry life. They are free to carry on without nary a trouble from me.
You know, everybody’s got their something. Personally, I hate slow people. Haaaaaaaaate. If I could, I’d commute with a cattle prod in hand. And bet your ass I’ve occasionally wished the whole bovine lot of them would drop dead, which would allow me to step over them, thus cutting my commute time by probably a third, at least. Are they killing me with cancer? No, but I’m likely to die of old age wishing that some stupid fat laggard would get the fuck out of my way.
Thing is, tazing sloths doesn’t result in much social approbation. Picking on smokers is like picking on lepers. Oooh, that’s a real controversial stand you’re taking there, you badass you.
Nah. You said it yourself. We all have our something. I just felt like whining about mine today. You can whine about yours any day. Give it a try, it could be fun.
If my death wishes had any effect, this guy wouldn’t even make it to my top 50 list. They don’t so I feel no remorse in casually wishing death on anything that breathes wrong in a 200 mile radius around me.
I’m not a big supporter of the smokers, although I do think they are still people. But the day you can’t sit on your own damn porch and do whatever you want that’s legal, is the day I don’t want to live in America anymore.
You know who else didn’t want people to have the freedom to smoke on their own front porch? Hitler.
I think it’s pretty obvious OP is tongue-in-cheek?