Guilt-ridden or soon will be …

Yes, it’s from Canada, but what a great review. 

THIS book is one long, wonderful rant, exactly the kind of purgative we need to cleanse our systems of the poison of Puritanism that is infecting us.

It is the voice of reason, shouted from the rooftops, so that everyone can hear it, if they choose to.

Unfortunately, most of won’t listen to it; our nannies will cover our ears and say that David Harsanyi is a bad man who will try to get us hooked on seemingly harmless, tasty things like french-fried potato chips before graduating us into deeper and more dangerous vices, soda pop perhaps, hamburgers even, until one day, there it will be, right in front of us, no longer veiled by the cheap nylon cover behind the 7 Eleven counter — tobacco, the demon itself, in all its alluring, addictive and expensively taxed glory.

Someone should make a movie out of this.

If only.