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The Amazing “Benefits” of Smoking Doctors Don’t Tell You: U.S. Edition
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- ISBN8232989750
- EAN9798232989750
- Date de parution29/09/2025
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- ÉditeurHamza elmir
Résumé
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the grandest match humanity has ever staged-the one that doesn't take place on green grass or under stadium lights, but deep inside your lungs. The whistle has already blown, the smoke has already risen, and the scoreboard is already bleeding lives. And here, in the middle of this life-or-death contest, stands a book that dares to call the game exactly as it is."The Amazing 'Benefits' of Smoking Doctors Don't Tell You" is no ordinary health manual.
It doesn't drone on with lifeless statistics or bland warnings. Instead, it takes you into the stadium of satire, where every puff is a penalty kick, every cigarette a clumsy striker, and every deceit of the tobacco industry a rigged match exposed under the floodlights. Meet the lineup: The Old Cigarette, hobbling onto the field like a veteran who refuses to retire, croaking, "I was the beginning." She boasts of her history, pretending to be a faithful companion, but her legacy is nothing but ash and grief.
The White Powder, dressed in pure white like a bride, yet hiding a funeral in her gown. She sneers, "I am the ending, " offering no extra time, no second chances. And the flashy E-Cigarette, strutting in neon colors, dripping strawberry and mint, claiming to be modern, stylish, different. But beneath the vapor is the same treachery-nicotine sprinting to the brain in ten seconds flat. Every chapter plays like a dramatic commentary, where metaphors mix with medical truths.
You'll laugh at the absurdity-carbon monoxide described as a sneaky forward, tar as a clumsy defender who never leaves the pitch. You'll wince as the commentator calls out the goals scored against humanity-eight million deaths every year, each puff another replay in a highlight reel of tragedy. But make no mistake: this is not a book that glorifies tobacco. Quite the opposite. Its comedy is a strategy, a tactic to strip fear of its mask.
Because when you can laugh at the cigarette, when you see it not as a glamorous hero but as a bumbling extra in a farcical match, you take away its power. Humor becomes your red card, your victory chant, your roar of defiance echoing louder than the coughs in the stands. This book is for the smoker who's tired of being tricked. For the ex-smoker who wants to understand the enemy they defeated. For the non-smoker who wants to guard their field before the first whistle of addiction ever sounds.
And above all, it's for anyone who values health, truth, and a sharp laugh at the expense of one of history's deadliest players. By the final chapter, the commentator will turn the microphone toward you. The decision, he'll say, is not in the hands of the Old Cigarette, the White Powder, or the E-Cigarette. The choice is yours. To continue playing a losing game, or to blow the whistle, lift the Cup of Health, and walk off the field victorious.
So take your seat. Turn the page. And get ready for the only match where laughter can save your life, and where the biggest win isn't on the scoreboard, but in every breath you'll still be around to take.
It doesn't drone on with lifeless statistics or bland warnings. Instead, it takes you into the stadium of satire, where every puff is a penalty kick, every cigarette a clumsy striker, and every deceit of the tobacco industry a rigged match exposed under the floodlights. Meet the lineup: The Old Cigarette, hobbling onto the field like a veteran who refuses to retire, croaking, "I was the beginning." She boasts of her history, pretending to be a faithful companion, but her legacy is nothing but ash and grief.
The White Powder, dressed in pure white like a bride, yet hiding a funeral in her gown. She sneers, "I am the ending, " offering no extra time, no second chances. And the flashy E-Cigarette, strutting in neon colors, dripping strawberry and mint, claiming to be modern, stylish, different. But beneath the vapor is the same treachery-nicotine sprinting to the brain in ten seconds flat. Every chapter plays like a dramatic commentary, where metaphors mix with medical truths.
You'll laugh at the absurdity-carbon monoxide described as a sneaky forward, tar as a clumsy defender who never leaves the pitch. You'll wince as the commentator calls out the goals scored against humanity-eight million deaths every year, each puff another replay in a highlight reel of tragedy. But make no mistake: this is not a book that glorifies tobacco. Quite the opposite. Its comedy is a strategy, a tactic to strip fear of its mask.
Because when you can laugh at the cigarette, when you see it not as a glamorous hero but as a bumbling extra in a farcical match, you take away its power. Humor becomes your red card, your victory chant, your roar of defiance echoing louder than the coughs in the stands. This book is for the smoker who's tired of being tricked. For the ex-smoker who wants to understand the enemy they defeated. For the non-smoker who wants to guard their field before the first whistle of addiction ever sounds.
And above all, it's for anyone who values health, truth, and a sharp laugh at the expense of one of history's deadliest players. By the final chapter, the commentator will turn the microphone toward you. The decision, he'll say, is not in the hands of the Old Cigarette, the White Powder, or the E-Cigarette. The choice is yours. To continue playing a losing game, or to blow the whistle, lift the Cup of Health, and walk off the field victorious.
So take your seat. Turn the page. And get ready for the only match where laughter can save your life, and where the biggest win isn't on the scoreboard, but in every breath you'll still be around to take.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the grandest match humanity has ever staged-the one that doesn't take place on green grass or under stadium lights, but deep inside your lungs. The whistle has already blown, the smoke has already risen, and the scoreboard is already bleeding lives. And here, in the middle of this life-or-death contest, stands a book that dares to call the game exactly as it is."The Amazing 'Benefits' of Smoking Doctors Don't Tell You" is no ordinary health manual.
It doesn't drone on with lifeless statistics or bland warnings. Instead, it takes you into the stadium of satire, where every puff is a penalty kick, every cigarette a clumsy striker, and every deceit of the tobacco industry a rigged match exposed under the floodlights. Meet the lineup: The Old Cigarette, hobbling onto the field like a veteran who refuses to retire, croaking, "I was the beginning." She boasts of her history, pretending to be a faithful companion, but her legacy is nothing but ash and grief.
The White Powder, dressed in pure white like a bride, yet hiding a funeral in her gown. She sneers, "I am the ending, " offering no extra time, no second chances. And the flashy E-Cigarette, strutting in neon colors, dripping strawberry and mint, claiming to be modern, stylish, different. But beneath the vapor is the same treachery-nicotine sprinting to the brain in ten seconds flat. Every chapter plays like a dramatic commentary, where metaphors mix with medical truths.
You'll laugh at the absurdity-carbon monoxide described as a sneaky forward, tar as a clumsy defender who never leaves the pitch. You'll wince as the commentator calls out the goals scored against humanity-eight million deaths every year, each puff another replay in a highlight reel of tragedy. But make no mistake: this is not a book that glorifies tobacco. Quite the opposite. Its comedy is a strategy, a tactic to strip fear of its mask.
Because when you can laugh at the cigarette, when you see it not as a glamorous hero but as a bumbling extra in a farcical match, you take away its power. Humor becomes your red card, your victory chant, your roar of defiance echoing louder than the coughs in the stands. This book is for the smoker who's tired of being tricked. For the ex-smoker who wants to understand the enemy they defeated. For the non-smoker who wants to guard their field before the first whistle of addiction ever sounds.
And above all, it's for anyone who values health, truth, and a sharp laugh at the expense of one of history's deadliest players. By the final chapter, the commentator will turn the microphone toward you. The decision, he'll say, is not in the hands of the Old Cigarette, the White Powder, or the E-Cigarette. The choice is yours. To continue playing a losing game, or to blow the whistle, lift the Cup of Health, and walk off the field victorious.
So take your seat. Turn the page. And get ready for the only match where laughter can save your life, and where the biggest win isn't on the scoreboard, but in every breath you'll still be around to take.
It doesn't drone on with lifeless statistics or bland warnings. Instead, it takes you into the stadium of satire, where every puff is a penalty kick, every cigarette a clumsy striker, and every deceit of the tobacco industry a rigged match exposed under the floodlights. Meet the lineup: The Old Cigarette, hobbling onto the field like a veteran who refuses to retire, croaking, "I was the beginning." She boasts of her history, pretending to be a faithful companion, but her legacy is nothing but ash and grief.
The White Powder, dressed in pure white like a bride, yet hiding a funeral in her gown. She sneers, "I am the ending, " offering no extra time, no second chances. And the flashy E-Cigarette, strutting in neon colors, dripping strawberry and mint, claiming to be modern, stylish, different. But beneath the vapor is the same treachery-nicotine sprinting to the brain in ten seconds flat. Every chapter plays like a dramatic commentary, where metaphors mix with medical truths.
You'll laugh at the absurdity-carbon monoxide described as a sneaky forward, tar as a clumsy defender who never leaves the pitch. You'll wince as the commentator calls out the goals scored against humanity-eight million deaths every year, each puff another replay in a highlight reel of tragedy. But make no mistake: this is not a book that glorifies tobacco. Quite the opposite. Its comedy is a strategy, a tactic to strip fear of its mask.
Because when you can laugh at the cigarette, when you see it not as a glamorous hero but as a bumbling extra in a farcical match, you take away its power. Humor becomes your red card, your victory chant, your roar of defiance echoing louder than the coughs in the stands. This book is for the smoker who's tired of being tricked. For the ex-smoker who wants to understand the enemy they defeated. For the non-smoker who wants to guard their field before the first whistle of addiction ever sounds.
And above all, it's for anyone who values health, truth, and a sharp laugh at the expense of one of history's deadliest players. By the final chapter, the commentator will turn the microphone toward you. The decision, he'll say, is not in the hands of the Old Cigarette, the White Powder, or the E-Cigarette. The choice is yours. To continue playing a losing game, or to blow the whistle, lift the Cup of Health, and walk off the field victorious.
So take your seat. Turn the page. And get ready for the only match where laughter can save your life, and where the biggest win isn't on the scoreboard, but in every breath you'll still be around to take.
