Radio Manu, Papa Tzango.

My thought of the day is what the fuck is up with toilet brushes?

I mean, how have we advanced to the point where we're manipulating jeans and

splitting fucking moon megons or whatever the hell it is?

We're splitting under Swiss mountains and particle accelerators.

And yet we still have a brush next to the toilet to wipe our shit off the side of the

bowl. What is up with that? No one has come up with a toilet design that doesn't require

us to wipe our shit off the side of the bowl. I don't know. I do know actually. Those

of you who haven't traveled the world as I have probably think all toilets are the same,

but they're not. Now I've talked about Asian squat toilets before, which are superior.

In pretty much every way, especially in the fact that that's the way our bodies design

to shit. So the toilet is built around our anatomical tendencies, as opposed to us trying

to fit our anatomical tendencies into some arbitrary and ridiculous, fashion driven design

because some fucking king in the 1400s was too fat to squat like a normal person. So

he had some palace engineer design him a seat with a hole in it so he could just sit there

and drop his royal turds without having to flex his hips. And then suddenly that became

the fashion for everybody else. By the way, a paraphrasing that. I don't know about the actual

dates, but I do believe that's the origin of the throne that most of us use these days.

What was my point? Oh, right. So we were trying to fit our bodies into this weird design. Now

that's a metaphor for most of what I talk and think about in terms of civilization, how we're

trying to fit ourselves into this civilization that has been designed according to principles,

many of which are contrary to our organic evolved predisposition. So I've talked about

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