All right, I'm as fond of Mother Earth as any of her children, but the Greener-Than-Thou crowd has finally gone where no one ought dare to go. Go ahead, tell me my choice of light bulb is none too bright; than only a fat-headed lard arse would hold up the Whopper as the apex of ground beef cuisine -- that only a fat-headed lard arse would entertain "ground beef" and "cuisine" in the same thought. I can take it ... I can take a lot ... I'm a pretty doggone thick skinned fellow -- save in one place -- so any man, woman or trans-gender who gets between me and my Charmin Ultra Soft will have gone where no one ought dare to go.
But what's the latest target of environmental outrage? American toilet paper. The same folks who advocate kale flakes and wheat grass juice for breakfast are pushing for folks to tidy up after their morning duty with a recycled Whole Earth Catalog. All in the name of saving a tree.
Y'see, the toilet paper that's made American johns the envy of the inhabited universe is made mostly of virgin fiber -- fiber straight from the tree that grew it rather than recycling the newspaper that soaked up your spilled breakfast coffee. In order to make TP that's 'squeezably soft' they need long, fluffy fibers that puff up thick and strong -- making TP that's strong enough, thick enough to stand up to whatever the American diet throws at it. To tidy up what needs tidying without abrading the most sensitive section of the human sitter.
Now I'll join with anyone demanding that parking tickets and the like be made of recycled fiber, we can recycle newsprint and pasteboard boxes -- but as for the paper that really starts my day -- if it takes a new tree, that's a good investment.
I'm sure Mr. Whipple would agree.
