It's not just the discomfort it causes to the user, it's how high quality, non-dissolving paper fucks the sewer system for everyone.

Best I can do is .7, but I'm taking all the risk here.

Yeah, you are right.

I think it's the Ge'ez script used in Ethiopian.

At home I can deal with it (and have done). Hotels are a different story and they don't all have shower heads you can reposition. I've even been in ones where the gap between my head and the ceiling would not fit a showerhead between.

Same with sinks and work surfaces. If I control the space you can bet it's all comfortable for me, but I don't always had that luxury.

That isn't even the worst thing. Sinks are. Especially those big, deep professional ones where the bottom is somewhere south of your knees. But even ordinary sinks are almost always too low to be comfortable and you have to do this little half stoop/lean to use them properly.

Also showers in hotels. The controls are low, and sometimes the showerhead is at or bellow shoulder height.

Squeezing into an airline seat is comparatively fine, and I tend not to have to worry about the guy in front reclining because they physically can't. And the look of fury dying in the eyes of the chap who just turned round to complain about it is a memory that warms me to this day.

But what are they filtering for?

If it isn't on your shelves (or server) it isn't your library, it's someone else's access.

Eh, I prefer their more avant-garde conceptual stuff, like "that password is already in use by another user". It really made you think you know?

There comes an issue when a private citizen seeks to use the engines of state to punish those whose speech offends them.

It's one thing to withdraw society and business from someone who offends you, quite another to demand that the state crush them for you. Of course, most states will do that to a greater or lesser degree. No state extends an absolute freedom of speech.

I stand corrected.

I suspect they will graciously provide the necessities in return for your labour and any remaining rights you have.

Take a look at how company stores and scrip worked. As the song goes: Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go/Sold my soul to the company store.