I knew liberals wanted to regulate every aspect of our lives, but I at least thought they would draw the line at telling us how to wipe our butts. I was wrong. Singer/activist/big thinker Sheryl Crow is so drunk with her own perceived moral superiority, she has begun demanding that shelfish Americans use no more than one sheet of toilet paper per trip to the bathroom. ****************************************** Sheryl Crow on hygiene TODAY'S EDITORIAL April 24, 2007 Last week, nine-time Grammy winner Sheryl Crow had a big idea about toilet paper and the environment. "I think we are an industrious enough people that we can make it work with only one square per restroom visit, except, of course, on those pesky occasions where two to three could be required." Fortunately, Miss Crow has not yet espoused an Office of National T.P. Control Policy or a federal Lavatory Enforcement Agency. The statement is telling nonetheless. As an exemplar of left-wing enviro-authoritarianism, it is difficult to top this one. Even Al Gore's $30,000 home gas and electricity bill cannot really do the trick. It was certainly the height of hypocrisy for Mr. Gore to exhort viewers of "An Inconvenient Truth" that carbon change starts at home, only to build a mansion certain to consume royal energy quantities, with the expectation that critics would accept "trust me" on opaque "carbon offsets." That makes Mr. Gore a hypocrite, in addition to a preachy scaremonger. But Mr. Gore's platform does not yet explicitly entail a desire to roll back five centuries of hygienic progress to a level last seen in Upton Sinclair's "The Jungle," or perhaps the Dark Ages. No -- it takes a Sheryl Crow for that. Maybe we're being too hard on Miss Crow. She is fresh from a biodiesel bus tour of college campuses with environmental activist Laurie David. So brimming she could be right now with environmentalist fervor that the freedom-loving Miss Crow -- you know, the one who appreciates paper when it covers 7 million copies of "Tuesday Night Music Club" -- has recessed. In that case, she could be forgiven for failing to ponder how an "industrious enough people" could cut their T.P. use from 57 sheets a day to eight or 10 (federally funded nationwide bidet installation, perhaps). We could also forget the "dining sleeve," a shirt-fastened, washable napkin substitute, which surfaced this week in Miss Crow's diatribe. It is part of a phantom clothing line Miss Crow claims to have created, which trade magazines and industry watchers have inexplicably failed to write about, and which no clothesmaker will produce unless and until Americans decide that a grubby vogue applies, after all, to sleeve-wiping one's mouth after a meal. But even then, Miss Crow could not be excused for conveniently failing to apply the same standard to herself and her industry -- which used paper, energy, plastics, chemicals and other enviro-left bugaboos to make her fabulously wealthy.
Whats the problem? You only need enough to wipe off the tip of your finger. One square ought to be enough for that. PS. make sure you save a corner of the sheet for under your finger nail
Who in the flying fucking cares about that bitch? Good Grief...some of you right wing whack jobs should mix in a clue.
"All she wants do , is wipe her b**, I got a feel'in, She's gonna need' more than just one.....(guitar twanging)
Heck, thats nothing-some of these places, they dont even eat, now THATS environmentally aware. I wonder of Ms Crowe can top that? (satire) And anyway, why did her last album suck?