In a serious feat of prognostication, in 1996 Denis Leary wrote a response to Obama's smoking legislation. The law, in part, will require cigarette manufacturers to place large health warnings on the packages by 2012. Leary's 12 year old response reads as follows:
"You fucking dolt! Doesn't matter how big the warnings are. You could have cigarettes that were called the warnings. You could have cigarrettes that come in a black pack, with a skull and a cross bone on the front, called 'tumors,' and smokers would be lined up around the block going, "I can't wait to get my hands on these fucking things! I bet you get a tumor as soon as you light up! Numm Numm Numm Numm Numm"
"You fucking dolt! Doesn't matter how big the warnings are. You could have cigarettes that were called the warnings. You could have cigarrettes that come in a black pack, with a skull and a cross bone on the front, called 'tumors,' and smokers would be lined up around the block going, "I can't wait to get my hands on these fucking things! I bet you get a tumor as soon as you light up! Numm Numm Numm Numm Numm"
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