Nasty Cigarette Kiss

The other night when I read all the comments made by our "Representatives" about why they did not vote to over ride Jindal's veto of the cigarette tax renewal, it made me double angry and sick.  I don't like politicians who don't vote their beliefs, but choose to compromise their integrity for political deals.  There was nothing good in Jindal's motives or those representatives'.
It might not be dead!! Read this.
http://www.nola.com/politics/index.ssf/2011/06/cigarette_tax_renewal_may_surv.html

Also, I really can't stand cigarette smoke or taste.  So here's my bad high school cigarette experience.  First, when I was in ninth grade at Ouachita High School, they bused all the Freshmen to the Civic Center for this huge anti-smoking campaign.  I know there was a lot of scarey talk about addiction and cancer, but none of that really grabbed my attention.  It's really kind of silly what did.  Somewhere during all the talking, the statistic was given that a smoker's IQ is 5 points lower than the average none smoker's.  Though today, I would challenge that statement and want to see what research it was based on; that statement has stuck with me for 42 years.
 http://www.reuters.com/article/2010/02/23/us-smokers-smarter-idUSTRE61M3UQ20100223

http://www.webdoctoradvice.com/medical-news/smokers-have-lower-iq/

   I found the research!!

In tenth grade I was in the marching band.  The practice field was across campus from the band room. A group of us were sitting out of practice. It was probably the small group of us who had to carry a rock in our right hand so when band director yelled rock instead of right, we would not turn the wrong way and go crashing into the rest of the band; but that's another bad high school experience.

Anyway, the best looking guy came riding up in a car. Then he walked up to us and sat down and starting talking to me.  He was a couple of years older than I was, so that was a self-esteem boost.  He did this everyday that week. So on Friday, he offered to drive me around to the band room.  Wow!  I jumped right in the car.  I did notice that it didn't smell good.  But all I was thinking about was how cute he was. Then he asked could he kiss me.  So I said, "Sure."  I had never been French kissed. From that experience I would say it was like licking an ashtray.  I opened the car door and threw-up.    I later found out he had dropped out of school after his 11th grade year. He was just cruising the school looking for girls. So that just solidified my belief that smokers' have a lower IQ.
And I got a little smarter.

When I was teaching 4th grade, I always told a very modified version of that experience as my anti-smoking campaign.   I told them not to ever smoke, because when they grew up and wanted to kiss someone, if they had smoked, it would make that person throw-up.  I knew that was true because that was what happened to me.  It at least always got a very big YUCK from the 4th graders.
Whether it was a reaction to the mention of kissing or throwing-up; I believe it made a "smoking is bad" impression.