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.
OK, I could only take 43 seconds of that. Watch the first kid's eyes shift as if he's thinking "I can't believe they're making me do this". I couldn't help thinking this was the idea of some sodomizing priest. Perhaps it's a joke and if I had more patience I'd get it, but it's just too damn creepy to start out. Please someone tell me I'm wrong, but I just don't have the stomach to watch any more than 43 seconds of that.
The things we perpetrate on young minds. Early in the fold less likely to fold. Or, something.
Not Rossini, perhaps.
"While the piece is typically attributed to Gioachino Rossini, it was not actually written by him, but is instead a compilation written in 1825 that draws principally on his 1816 opera, Otello. The compiler was likely the English composer Robert Lucas de Pearsall, who for this purpose used the pseudonym "G. Berthold"."