Today marks the beginning of a ban on smoking in public spaces in France, which essentially means the end of France. It might stick around for another year or so, but on January 1, 2008, when the ban extends to cafes and restaurants, the rest of the world can pretty much say au revoir to the whole (slightly less, by that point) stinking country.
How can the French government do this to its citizens? Along with cowardice, smoking--particularly smoking in cafes--constitutes France's entire identity. To imagine France without smoking is to imagine America without shooting deaths or morbid obesity--it just isn't the same!
In commemoration of this sad day, I encourage all French people to smoke 'em if you got 'em. Of course, you'll have to go outside to do so.