That was heartwarming. i'm still smiling. Thank you so much!
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Okay, I've had enough time to get mad. We've been rating the Vapo cartoon messages with the funny icon, but we are sitting ducks. Once again our taxes are being used against us by nanny government.
Vapo McJuicy is a real figment of the Consumer Product Safety Commission, and it has a nasty, strident attitude. I can see the need for a consumer protection apparatus. In days of old before we had consumer protections, people would buy bags of flour that were cut with cement powder. My understanding is that the Consumer Product Safety Commission monitors products that are not already regulated with the requirement for a user license or a prescription, but having the license or the prescription doesn't make things any more safe to have in the home.
When I was a kid, we knew where everything was, in high hidden places or under lock and key. One time my little brother got into mom's diet pills (age around 3 yrs) and was wired all night. She counted the pills and was able to determine how many he swallowed, called the doctor, and was told what signs to look for that would indicate the need to get him to the emergency room. I don't remember this, but mom told the story later in our lives. My brother spent the whole night racing around the house with the dog, trying to go outside, climbing in and out of bed, refusing food, until finally in the early morning he zonked out.
One time my dad came home from a hunting trip and was casual about putting things away. He left his gun cabinet unlocked and took my mom to dinner. I was about 15, my baby brother about 11. Apparently it isn't the rifle that boys are interested in as much as the pistol. I walked in from outside to find my brother frozen in place, trembling, his eyes wide with terror. I asked him what was wrong. He pointed to the dresser mirror in my parents bedroom, the upper corner shattered. Behind that was a hole in the wall. Yep, you know what happened. I helped him move the dresser a couple of inches and hung a scarf over the broken mirror corner. When my parents got home I ran interference for him. He didn't get in trouble. Too young to be admitted at the local shooting range, my dad took him out in the country for gun lessons.
Another time the parents came home from dinner to find me drunk, close to passing out. House cleaning chores took me up on the ladder to the high cabinet that housed the liquor supply. I always knew that stuff was there, but this time I couldn't resist. I sampled every bottle. None of it tasted good, so I kept moving on to the next bottle.
Not to mention how my brothers and I smoked dad's cigarettes in his bedroom whenever he was away.
Not to mention that babies will swallow anything out of curiosity. How many homes have a bottle of drain cleaner underneath the sink, down there where babies crawl?
So where is Poppie McPill? Where is Drunkbaby McLiquor? Where is Caustic McDrano?
Once I was on a red-eye flight, waiting for take-off, when I watched a mom pour Pepsi into one of those short baby bottles for her toddler. The dad protested that practice, but the mom said "it will make her fall asleep".
So where is Baby Benzene McPepsi?
Not to mention the real, ever present danger of carcinogenic benzene in 25 percent of personal care products, including baby products, tested by Valisure independent testing lab.
It's the massive expenditures of our tax dollars to enforce common sense. As vaping is relatively new to the American experience, it's making us the enemy. It's trying to child proof the world. It's the abject hypocrisy of what sets off the alarms vs. what is widely accepted. Don't even get me started on leafblower plumes, making the grass clean while making the air unsafe for children and adults trying to enjoy open windows or a sunny morning outdoors.
That's it for my rant, and I'm never coming back to this thread again because I can't stand thinking about Vapo McJuicy.
Vapo McJuicy is a real figment of the Consumer Product Safety Commission, and it has a nasty, strident attitude. I can see the need for a consumer protection apparatus. In days of old before we had consumer protections, people would buy bags of flour that were cut with cement powder. My understanding is that the Consumer Product Safety Commission monitors products that are not already regulated with the requirement for a user license or a prescription, but having the license or the prescription doesn't make things any more safe to have in the home.
When I was a kid, we knew where everything was, in high hidden places or under lock and key. One time my little brother got into mom's diet pills (age around 3 yrs) and was wired all night. She counted the pills and was able to determine how many he swallowed, called the doctor, and was told what signs to look for that would indicate the need to get him to the emergency room. I don't remember this, but mom told the story later in our lives. My brother spent the whole night racing around the house with the dog, trying to go outside, climbing in and out of bed, refusing food, until finally in the early morning he zonked out.
One time my dad came home from a hunting trip and was casual about putting things away. He left his gun cabinet unlocked and took my mom to dinner. I was about 15, my baby brother about 11. Apparently it isn't the rifle that boys are interested in as much as the pistol. I walked in from outside to find my brother frozen in place, trembling, his eyes wide with terror. I asked him what was wrong. He pointed to the dresser mirror in my parents bedroom, the upper corner shattered. Behind that was a hole in the wall. Yep, you know what happened. I helped him move the dresser a couple of inches and hung a scarf over the broken mirror corner. When my parents got home I ran interference for him. He didn't get in trouble. Too young to be admitted at the local shooting range, my dad took him out in the country for gun lessons.
Another time the parents came home from dinner to find me drunk, close to passing out. House cleaning chores took me up on the ladder to the high cabinet that housed the liquor supply. I always knew that stuff was there, but this time I couldn't resist. I sampled every bottle. None of it tasted good, so I kept moving on to the next bottle.
Not to mention how my brothers and I smoked dad's cigarettes in his bedroom whenever he was away.
Not to mention that babies will swallow anything out of curiosity. How many homes have a bottle of drain cleaner underneath the sink, down there where babies crawl?
So where is Poppie McPill? Where is Drunkbaby McLiquor? Where is Caustic McDrano?
Once I was on a red-eye flight, waiting for take-off, when I watched a mom pour Pepsi into one of those short baby bottles for her toddler. The dad protested that practice, but the mom said "it will make her fall asleep".
So where is Baby Benzene McPepsi?
Not to mention the real, ever present danger of carcinogenic benzene in 25 percent of personal care products, including baby products, tested by Valisure independent testing lab.
It's the massive expenditures of our tax dollars to enforce common sense. As vaping is relatively new to the American experience, it's making us the enemy. It's trying to child proof the world. It's the abject hypocrisy of what sets off the alarms vs. what is widely accepted. Don't even get me started on leafblower plumes, making the grass clean while making the air unsafe for children and adults trying to enjoy open windows or a sunny morning outdoors.
That's it for my rant, and I'm never coming back to this thread again because I can't stand thinking about Vapo McJuicy.
What gets me is, like the FDA, these are not elected positions that we can vote for or vote out if we do not like their job performance. They are unelected career bureaucrats that stay in their jobs, collecting paychecks off the taxpayers, and come up with crap like Vapo McJuicy to justify their existence. How many people don't already know that nicotine should be kept out of reach of children? Some parents are careless and no cartoon character is going to change that. But, no, we now have Vapo, and no more children are going to drink ejuice. You can't fix stupid.
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