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.
You can have Cadillac health care. You want lots of doctors, no waiting lists and coverage for virtually all your medical and psychological needs? Sure. But there's a price to pay. I know, you're already pinching pennies because your nest eggs have been decimated and you're wondering how you're going to put the kids through college. Still, if you want unlimited health care, hand over half your paycheque to the government.
It must be Spring. Campus moron infants must have their fun. Learning physical chemistry is apparently not on their agenda.
I never had the impression that the New School was a place where students went to learn PChem.
As far as the young lady with the ample hips goes, her husband/boy friend/significant other can always go with the 16th century anonymous poet who said "No beauty doth she miss, When all her clothes are on, But beauty's self she is, when all her clothes are gone..." A neat compliment which ought to earn the young man some charming moments in the sack. If you'll pardon the vulgarity.