Whole city of new orleans, no smoking inside now - no grandfathering, no nothing - which we were previously grandfathered. We were told we were no longer. So there we are.
Same thing here. The sounds of the rallies are carried on the wind, and the crunching of jackboots. Sometimes, there are great festivals and they play patriotic music. Sometimes we hear the executions of smokers. Their favorite method is a blend of easy-ignition plastic explosive which resembles Esoterica
Penzance. The doomed many is led to an easy chair in a room with plastic-coated walls, then given his pipe and told he will be set free in an hour, he only needs to wait. They tell him smoking is acceptable and retreat behind the blast-proof window just outside the door... often it takes up to a half an hour, but soon the telltale curt snapping blast issues forth and the air fills with smoke... always they walk in, laughing jovially, to find what they expect: a headless corpse riddled with briar, sitting in the chair as if poised to make a stand.