Bro why are you so defensive about a bunch of poison-belching stink bombs?
^ See, funny thing about me is that when you say things like that, my brain actually interprets it as "Not only do I want you to smoke right next to me, but I also I want you to blow all the smoke right in my face after every puff you take".
Okay, how about we compromise? How about I just put up a sign that says "if you don't like the smoke, get the fuck out of my bar" and that way, you can just choose for yourself whether or not you'd like to give the place your business instead of expecting everyone else there to bend over backwards just to accommodate you?