Big Brother is watching you. Everywhere.

(This isn’t about smoking. I don’t smoke, and generally can’t stand the scent of burning tobacco anywhere near me. No, this is about politics again.)

You know how you can’t get Cuban cigars here in the States? Well, now you can’t consume them anywhere else either. I’m incredulous, but it looks like there is nowhere to hide. Unless, of course, you laugh in Big Brother’s face. Exactly how enforceable is this crap? What, are they going to employ local junta to hunt me down if I want to smoke a cigar in Havana? Sheesh.

Thanks to Ben Hammersley for the link.