Bluntly, I was too engrossed by exactly how full of shit the Joe Camel bitching became to even pay attention to the rest of the video.
As a bit of background, I'm 31 years old, grew up in the Mountains of North Carolina, and was raised by a twice divorced father who smoked 2 and a half packs a day from his stint in Vietnam until his stroke in 2006.
I was in my early teens during the Marlboro Miles and Camel Cash promotions, and even have one of the duster jackets from the last year of the Miles promotion. (It's pretty nice. Comfy, too.) This was near the end of the Joe Camel era, when people like you were ready to murder Philip Morris and R.J. Reynolds executives, but were still quite happy to allow the Silver Bullet and the King of Beers to be advertised during Saturday morning cartoons. (Fucking hypocrites.) That said, do you know how many times I've smoked a cigarette, or anything else, for that matter, in my life? Zero. Why? Because inhaling smoke has never appealed to me. Meanwhile, we're bombarded, on a near constant basis, with imagery that openly proclaims that a person is downright anti-social unless they drink. Where the fuck's the line?
Let me try to put this in another way. You already have a video bitching about Michael Vick. But, Michael Vick is still young enough that he could include Garfield in his list of childhood influences. Garfield liked to kick the ever-loving shit out of Odie on a regular basis. Where are the government sanctions on newspaper comics? They endorse animal cruelty, right? Oh, shit! Jon lets Garfield eat too much! That's abuse, in and of itself!
And, before you say it, yes, I know that's absurd. The fact that it's absurd is the entire fucking point. At what point does a person legitimately lose responsibility for own's own decisions? Frankly, I think you're a fucking idiot.