The Truth Behind Cigarettes

“the truth is, it isn’t the nicotine and tobacco that’s killin’ you in cigarettes, it’s refined sucrose, mistakenly called white sugar”
— M’Bwebe Aja Ishangi

Have you seen the commercialz put out by the website company, truth.com, where they have people droppin’ off body bagz at tobacco industries?

They claim the addiction nicotine has on smokerz are responsible for the over 400,000 annual deaths in America. After researching cigarettes, it seemz the truth.com isn’t tellin’ you the whole truth!

The food processing industry is the biggest sugar customer, putting as much as 50% in processed food. What’s shockin’ to know is filling the #2 slot is the tobacco industry. The Surgeon General has commissioned all cigarette manufacturerz are required to tell you on the cigarette box that smoking is hazardous to your health, but they are not required to tell you any further info. In fact, cigarettes is probably the only substance that does not print it’s ingredients on the box! Most have been misled to believe it’s only made of tar, nicotine and filterz, but they do not tell you about the tobacco.

The history of tobacco didn’t start until after Columbus got lost and landed in the America’s. The Red man had
been blowin’ peace pipes for centuries before their encounter with melanin impaired. The tobacco plant wasn’t brought to Europe until 1558, by the spanish physician, Jean Nicot, where nicotine is derived from.

According to the March 1973 edition Medical World News, there’s an average of 5-20% sugar that’s added to cigarettes, up to 20% in cigarz and as much as 40% in pipe tobacco, mainly in the form of molasses. The truth is the presence of sugar in cigarettes is the main source of lung cancer, based on experimental studies. This was done by conducting experiments in environments where cigarettes were processed with sugar and landz where they used tobacco that wasn’t laced with this addicting drug.

They found that cigarettes made in Britain have the highest sugar content of any in the world at 17%. American cigarettes came to about 15%, with Russia, China, Formosa and other countries where they’re made from air-dried tobacco – which is the closest to what the Red man smoke – barely had, if any. From this group they were unable to find any cases of lung cancer correlated to smoking.

What was found was that the tremendous excess of sugar and artificial chemicalized animal protein eaten is the link to causing lung cancer. So if you eatin’ meat and smokin’ you’re a sure shot for gettin’ it! This bringz the addiction cigarettes have to a deeper level. Not only are you fightin’ the addiction of the nicotine, you’re also combattin’ the even stronger addiction of refined sucrose (white sugar).

If you are a smoker, or know someone who does, think how many tymz you heard them say they needed to relax so they lit up; or in the morning, as soon as they wake up, they light up; or after a meal, or sex. Then think of how challenging it is/was for them as they tried to kick the habit. Just as with sugar, the longer a person goes without a puff, the more uneasy they become. If they hold out long enuff, they will begin to resemble a crack hed lookin’ for his next hit!

Author of Sugar Blues, William Dufty said, “On the one hand, the government informs us that smoking depletes our systems of certain vitamins. On the other hand, the government assures us we don’t have to worry since the average U.S. diet supplies these essential items in quantity aplenty.” This is where the mind frack beginz, after readin’ the piece, In Sickness & In Health? or Potential Wealth!, you’ll see that the hospital administration along with the Food & Drug Administration has every intention to kill us all slowly through malnutrition.

These industries have ties with the sugar monopoly and tobacco industry and they all realize they can financially
capitalize by givin’ us a slow death by tellin’ us what we should eat, processing these foodz which eliminate the
vitaminz and mineralz our body need to stay healthy, and makin’ it hard to stay away from refined sucrose because of its presence in so many foodz. After we develop problemz over the yearz we then come literally crawling to the local
hospital they pump us with other addictive-slow death drugz, never gettin’ us healthy. Y do you think they take the Hippocratic Oath?! What’s the root word of Hippocratic… Hypocrite!!

This leaves the question as to why the website ‘truth.com’ chooses to not reveal the sugar connection. If you are an avid reader of DGT, you would most likely realize there is literally no company that is prepared to announce a widespread campaign against the sugar industry. Doin’ this would literally cripple the entire econonomy to its core!

It makes me wonder if the ‘truth.com’ is really out to reveal the truth, the whole truth and nothin’ but… nah, if they haven’t by now it’s very clear they intend to keep this a secret!


LIK SHOT!

– Da Ghetto Tymz

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LIMEY GO HOME!!!

The neon glow of Rio Theatre flickered against the damp Vancouver night as a packed crowd shuffled into their seats. Word had spread that Ryan Reynolds himself might make a surprise appearance. People expected jokes, maybe a Deadpool-style rant—something clever, sarcastic, safe.

Instead, halfway through the screening, the curtains twitched.

Out walked Reynolds.

Not in a tux. Not in costume. Barefoot, wearing a loose white shirt, hair slightly disheveled, eyes oddly intense. The chatter dimmed into a confused hush.

He raised his arms slowly.

“Be not afraid,” he said, voice echoing just a little too dramatically in the old theatre. “For I tell you now… I am Him. I am the way.”

A few people laughed. Someone clapped, assuming it was a bit.

Reynolds didn’t break.

“I am Jesus,” he declared.

Silence.

Then a single lime rolled across the aisle.

Nobody quite saw who threw it—but it hit the stage with a soft thud.

Then another.

And another.

Within seconds, the theatre erupted into chaos.

“Limey go home!” someone shouted from the balcony.

“YOU’VE KILLED ENOUGH INDIANS!” another voice roared, raw and furious, though it was unclear whether it was meant as satire, protest, or pure confusion.

“GO HOME, LIMEY!”
“TAKE YOUR KING WITH YOU!”
“AND YOUR CIGARETTES!”

Limes began pelting the stage in earnest now—green flashes arcing through the dim light like some bizarre citrus storm. One bounced off Reynolds’ shoulder. Another narrowly missed his head.

For a moment, he just stood there, blinking, as if trying to decide whether this was still part of the performance.

Then—very slowly—his expression shifted.

Not anger.

Not fear.

Just… classic Ryan Reynolds disbelief.

He lowered his arms.

“Okay,” he said, deadpan, wiping lime juice off his sleeve. “This feels less like a messiah moment and more like I accidentally walked into a very aggressive margarita night.”

A ripple of laughter cut through the shouting.

Another lime hit him square in the chest.

He sighed.

“Alright,” he muttered. “Tough crowd. Even for a resurrection.”

Security finally rushed in, the lights came up, and the chaos dissolved into a mix of laughter, shouting, and people filming on their phones.

As he was escorted offstage, Reynolds turned back one last time.

“For the record,” he called out, “next time I’m bringing tequila. You people clearly came prepared.”

And just like that, the legend of “The Lime Incident” at the Rio was born—half protest, half performance, and entirely something no one who was there would ever be able to explain the same way twice.

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