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.
BROOKS: You know, all three of us spend a lot of time covering politicians and I don’t know about you guys, but in my view, they’re all emotional freaks of one sort or another. They’re guaranteed to invade your personal space, touch you. I sat next to a Republican senator once at dinner and he had his hand on my inner thigh the whole time. I was like, ehh, get me out of here.
What?!?!?! Seriously, WTF? Who lets someone put their hand on their "inner thigh" through an entire dinner and doesn't A) make every effort to make the sign of the two-headed lobster with them ASAP or B) kick the living crap (btw, what is "living crap"?) out of them?
A simpler solution would have been to rear back in his chair and say, "Ohmygod, a cockroach!" That would have sorted things out in a hurry. Since cockroaches are omnipresent down South, even in the very nicest, most expensive places, I've used this solution more than once.