we all have 'em. those tiny, insignificant battles of opinion that you’ll stubbornly defend to your last breath, even though they literally do not matter one bit. i’m talking about the truly petty stuff. like, i firmly believe that cereal is a soup. fight me.
That’s four hills, brother
Every word of what you just said was wrong.
I’ve read a lot of Heinlein, and while I don’t think “satire” is quite the right word, I’d consider it more of a thought experiment than sincere belief.