And how can we rightly answer that question?
Whichever of the two are best able to guard the laws and institutions of our State --let them be our guardians.
Very good.
Neither, I said, can there be any question that the guardian who is to keep anything should have eyes rather than no eyes?
There can be no question of that.
And are not those who are verily and indeed wanting in the knowledge of the true being of each thing, and who have in their souls no clear pattern, and are unable as with a painter's eye to look at the absolute truth and to that original to repair, and having perfect vision of the other world to order the laws about beauty, goodness, justice in this, if not already ordered, and to guard and preserve the order of them --are not such persons, I ask, simply blind?
I'm not a smoker and I will never be one. I hate the smell of it and I can't breath right if I'm close to cigaret smoke. Probably my asthma.
I hate smoking but I don't hate smokers as long as they don't tell me that I should smoke.
I don't drink alcoholics either, except on really special days, and for me that would be christmas (little bit of wine).
Sorry but smoking really is gross... The smell is bad enough but talking to folks and seeing smoke pour out their nostrils and the corners of their mouth is just... well... gross. I try to be polite; I don't go picking my nose and scratching God's gifts while talking to people so it's not unreasonable to suggest smoking is should be done in private.
I have compassion for people who are trying to quit smoking. I have no idea what it's like to try but I imagine it's pretty hard. On the other hand though, I don't understand why someone would start in the first place, knowing as much as we do about that sort of thing in this day and age.
Oh yeah and the funny thing about marijuana: All the kids I knew in highschool who smoked weed were morons. I don't know if they smoked it because they were morons, or if they were morons because they smoked it, but the connection was definitely there.
If I've left anyone unoffended, I apologize :^)
Last time I had lobster, it reminded me of biology class. Except in biology class the professor didn't make you eat the frog when you were finished.
When I was in 6th form I was always offered weed, and always declined. But there was this one day when my girlfriend-at-the-time went downtown with me to the local church cemetary, near the river, and she told me to smoke some of her weed. Embarrassingly, it was a bloody cold day and I dropped the spliff in a puddle due to my hands being so frozen
Probably the best thing that could have happened, I suppose.
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