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.
Every blade of grass is a study; And to produce two, Where there was but one, Is both a profit and a pleasure. And not grass alone; But soils, seeds, and seasons Hedges, ditches, and fences, Draining, droughts, and irrigation— Plowing, hoeing, and harrowing— Reaping, mowing, and threshing— Saving crops, pests of crops, diseases of crops, And what will prevent or cure them— Implements, utensils, and machines, Their relative merits, And [how] to improve them— Hogs, horses, and cattle— Sheep, goats, and poultry— Trees, shrubs, fruits, plants, and flowers— The thousand things Of which these are specimens— Each a world of study within itself.
That is from a Lincoln speech to the Wisconsin Agricultural Society, rearranged as free verse. It works. It sounds like Walt Whitman.