The price of a single pack of cigarettes in New York City is now $11.25USD — and that’s just for an ordinary brand. If you’re buying imported, you are going to pay a whole lot more. Marshall Jamison — my friend, inspiration and mentor — used to smoke English Ovals by the fistful, and I’m sure he would be sickened by the high rise prices for a stack of smokes.
I am thrilled with the high taxation of this dirty, filthy, sin that gets propagated into the air around us against our will.
Smoking is now a common, public, scourge and not a private, dutiful, right.
You want to inhale carcinogens, go ahead, but do it on your own time and keep everything inside your own body. Can’t do it? Okay then. Switch addictions and become a boozer — but stay at home, don’t drive, and keep your hands to your pickled self.
We non-smokers don’t want to even remotely inhale the smoky, stanky, exhalations of others — and we would love to see the price-per-pack soon rise to $100.00USD to really press home the issue that quitting smoking costs a whole lot less in every way than continuing the addiction.
Smokers might not care about their lungs — or ours — but like everyone else in a mouldering economy, they will most certainly care more about the dissolution of their disposable income than their dying hearts.
New York City Mayor Bloomberg — who also has fat and salt on his health hit list for New Yorkers — sees these punishing sin taxes as a way to immediately force better behavior and, in the long run, pre-pay for the inevitable health consequences that will, once again, affect each of us as we pay higher insurance rates and for longer hospitalizations for those who have no money, but who could afford the price of a fistful of cigarettes every day of their miserable lives.