Benjamin Stringer

I want to have another gander at the citations system, so I'm starting a duolog with myself.

I broke the last one, so here we go again.

I am posting this so that I can start a duolog with myself.

You know it. I know it. Everybody says it's true. Believe me. We all know a hotdog is a sandwich. Everyone except the lying fake news media.

The underhand toilet paper orientation is the only arrangement consistent with reason, restraint, and a minimally civilized society. The overhand faction, predictably, mistakes exposure for progress. They celebrate the vulgar spectacle of freely cascading paper, as though hygiene were improved by theatrical display. Underhand, by contrast, imposes a modest discipline—a small, civilizing friction between impulse and action. It frustrates the anarchic ambitions of cats, children, and other agents of entropy. Moreover, it rejects the gaudy curl of overhand excess in favor of quiet, wall-bound discretion. In short, underhand is not merely preferable; it is the last fragile defense against domestic barbarism masquerading as convenience.

Let's try posting something.