Let Me Get On The Ban-Wagon, Too Letter Of The Week: From Sept. 4, 1997

The smoking ban at the Interstate Fair is bringing out the self-righteous bugs in droves. It must feel good to be able to dictate to others what they can and cannot do, and I’d like to get in on that good feeling.

I would like to dictate to everyone that they walk to the fair. Leave your automobiles and the Spokane Transit Authority buses in the garages. I don’t want to inhale the exhaust fumes from them.

Don’t exhibit your animals any more. I don’t want to inhale the odors. Don’t exhibit your flowers. I don’t want to inhale the allergens. Shut down all the food booths. I don’t want to inhale the smoke.

Don’t bring your children. Their screaming hurts my eardrums and you don’t have a right to subject me to that.

Wow! Dictatorship sure feels good.

After the fair ends, perhaps we should invade people’s homes and insist they all live good, clean lives. After all, if they don’t, they’re affecting me in some harmful way and they don’t have a right to do that. Carol A. Allen Spokane

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