Assholes with Smoking Dick's ........ aka Cigar Smokers

I hate cigar smokers. I despise cigar smokers. I think cigar smokers should only be allowed to smoke those horrible smelly things alone, in the privacy of their own cars, or locked in their own closet so that their clothes stink as much as their cigars do.  By now you realize that I cannot stand the smell of cigars and I think the people smoking them as well.  I want to ban cigar smokers from any place in this country where they can be seen by another human being.  Lets smoke them out.  Ha, ha.......
     OK, here is the reason for my latest rant on these selfish idiots that insist on lighting up a big fat cigar surrounded by other people.  Last night I was out with a friend of mine enjoying nice conversation, nice vodka, and nice scenery while sitting outside of the Blue Martini at City Place.  We were laughing, listening to the music, watching people, when two things happened.  She quietly said to me that we were both getting somewhat soaked from the sudden rainstorm that came out of no-where.  Fortunately we were under an umbrella so it really wasn't that bad.
     I hardly noticed the torrential rainfall as my eyes were focused on these three assholes (with cute girls) that arrived and were sitting at the next table from us with two of them sucking a huge penis that was lit up and stunk really bad.  Oh, so it was a huge, big, fat, ugly cigar that smelled like a third world country without water for five weeks.  I had to figure out what to do. If there were only 2 of them and they were transvestite midgets, it might have made my decision much easier.  The fact they were bigger than me, stronger than me, and much younger than me, made me think a little different.  I dismissed the fact of going over to them and shoving those things down their mouth. I was afraid their girl friends would beat me up.  Then I thought maybe I could just walk over there and vomit on their table so they would leave.  Another bad idea because I didn't want my date to think I was stranger than I am.  So I did what any red blooded American trooper would do................
     I sat there and bitched under my my breath.  Fortunately a few minutes later and 5,000 very low curse words under my breath, they all left.  The rain stopped.  And finally the stench of the cigars left the outside of the club/restaurant and once again fresh air prevailed.
     What did I learn from this ordeal ?????? I am now a little more into Green and the environment. So maybe that was a good thing.  I still don't understand however, why people have to be such assholes and so inconsiderate when other people are sitting so close.   I would also like to see the no smoking laws extended to the outside seating area's of all restaurants.  Maybe I will suggest that to one of my local congressman or senators when they are not busy lying, stealing, cheating on their spouse, having a same sex affair, or getting drunk and smoking a big fat cigar while no one is looking. I  guess I will just have to go on bitching whenever someone smoking a cigar is near me, unless of course I smoke one myself......Aahhhhhhhhh