"Suspected to", "believed to". And still, no scientific proof. Forget scientific consensus (the antithesis of the scientific method), as that doesn't mean a damn' thing.

If you don't like the smell of smoke (and I don't blame you, it stinks), don't go to the fucking bar. What are you? Stupid? Some form of congenital idiot? Or do you just want everything your way? What makes *you* so fucking special? Got asthma? Don't work where there's smoke (and yes, there *is* a fucking choice). Don't walk downtown where you breathe the diesel fumes. Carry your inhaler, you idiot. Make choices. Be an individual.

Go to a non-smoking bar, where you can pick up hot-looking "member-of-sex-you-find-attractive" after drinking metabolic poisons and eating additive-loaded, pre-packaged-excuses-for-food, take the hottie home, screw them and hope to whichever deity you pray to that you don't catch some STD. And in the morning, praise-be, you won't smell of smoke. Nope. Stale alcohol, body odor, dried "dressing du jour", but not smoke. Whoop-de-fucking-do.

*Wake up*, you morons. Start taking responsibility for your lives. If you don't like something, *don't do it*. Stop whining like a herd of pre-pubescent teenagers, and have an original thought. Although I doubt one in fifty of you is capable of even that now.