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.
A friend of a friend emailed this photo of an either dead or pixillated fellow in his whitey-tightys in the early morning rain in NYC's financial district this week:
Leave the man alone! That's John Q. Public and he's lost a lot of money under Obama's economic stewardship; he went on a bender, fell asleep and dreamt of riding a bull market to a comfortable retirement. Alas! John was caught with his pants down and now he's riding a bare market to the poor house while Obama rocks the Cloward/Piven strategy and f***s America, to the glee of progressives everywhere.