Here's a couple of anecdotes that might amuse you (and bear in mind that I'm generally considered liberal, but I also believe in science): I saw my doctor a while ago, and while we were discussing my sleep apnea problem, I mentioned to her that I was a participant in a lung study research project, co-sponsored by the NIH, to determine why only about 11% of smokers developed lung cancer. When I read the literature that I was given that indicated this, I was quite surprised. The doctor then told me that the NIH recently withdrew its support for the study. (My part in the study, centering on the genetics of smokers, ended a few months prior.) I wasn't told why nor did I ask--I got my $50 for participating in the study. But gee, can you imagine why the research was cancelled?
Another anecdote: Among some items that shaintiquiles sent me a while back for our first pipe club meeting was a fabric bag, with the name "Sutliff Tobacco" stenciled on it. I didn't realize I was supposed to give the bag to a club member until later when it was too late (sorry, Dave, my screw-up). My sister--smokes maybe five cigs a day--visited us a couple of weeks later, and since this bag was somewhat like the bags grocers ask customers to use instead of the time-honored grocery bag, I asked her if she wanted it for this purpose. She looked at the bag and said sharply, "No." Why? Because the bag had the word "Tobacco" on it, she said. I went speechless for a second and uttered something incoherent about political correctness. My sister believes albino alligators wander the sewers of New York, too.
Another anecdote: Among some items that shaintiquiles sent me a while back for our first pipe club meeting was a fabric bag, with the name "Sutliff Tobacco" stenciled on it. I didn't realize I was supposed to give the bag to a club member until later when it was too late (sorry, Dave, my screw-up). My sister--smokes maybe five cigs a day--visited us a couple of weeks later, and since this bag was somewhat like the bags grocers ask customers to use instead of the time-honored grocery bag, I asked her if she wanted it for this purpose. She looked at the bag and said sharply, "No." Why? Because the bag had the word "Tobacco" on it, she said. I went speechless for a second and uttered something incoherent about political correctness. My sister believes albino alligators wander the sewers of New York, too.