Electronic cigarette against the kingdom of Thugs in white coats
You have left an abandoned house for years. It belongs to you, but it pisses you off. This is something that will need to be dealt with later. One day, you realize that the stench of the house spreads like Clinton’s speech to neoliberals. And you decide to enter the house, a pestilential smell assails you. Moss and rot crack the walls and you realize you need a damn detergent to clean up this shit. You go to the supermarket and you find a new detergent, very effective and proven time and time again. You spray it all over the house and hear hissing sounds like creatures are burning under the cleaning agent. The house seems cleaner, but the rot seems to come back through every pore. You are prevented from using the cleaning agent, indicating that it is too dangerous, that the house is going to collapse, that it is too rotten to the core. The house is your body, the rot is the smoking and the detergent is the electronic cigarette. Smoking is an abandoned rot. Nobody talks about it, nobody