I kind of missed it (apparently, haven’t been going out in Basel enough), but now you are not allowed to smoke anymore in Basel’s bars (actually you weren’t allowed before, but that’s a different story). I don’t smoke, but I prefer bars where you can. Why do you want to have bars, which are by definition a unhealthy place, where you cannot smoke?
And why do you care if somebody in a private company earns more than twelve times more than the guy or the woman with the lowest salary?
And why do you envy other people’s success?
And why do you complain about being treated like cattle if you travel with easyjet (because you are cattle)?
And why are you not friendlier?
And why do you fall too often into the trap of the logical fallacy of post hoc ergo propter hoc (since something followed something it must have been caused by it)?
And why do you think your opinion is more important than other people’s opinion (who cares about your opinion anyway)?
And why do you think hierarchies have any meaning?
And why are you not politically interested?
And why do you believe in anything but the next coffee, love, books?
And why do you speak when you have nothing to say (I am sure, you smart people know whom [who?] I took this one from)?
And why do you think you know anything about anybody from the stories they are telling?
And why don’t you appreciate a good small talk?
And why should you answer any of these questions? (brilliant question, I’ve got 99 problems, but this ain’t one.)