We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Dancing the $ Hula: PC racial politics goes berserk. McNicoll at Town Hall:
Iíve been talking to some buddies from high school, and weíre thinking of getting together and forming an Indian tribe. Though most of us have a little Indian blood, weíre not Indians per se. We donít live together Ö most of them are still in Louisiana, and Iím 1,200 miles away here in Washington. We donít share a culture in any real sense. But if Sen. Daniel Akakaís Native Hawaiian Recognition Act (s. 147) becomes law, weíre going to take our shot.
Go for it! I am in! Waiting for my monthly check from the Indian Nation. And listening to Mr. Charlie by Lightnin' Hopkins, waitin' on the mailman. "Mistah Charlie, your rolling mill is burnin down, and there ain't no water 'round."