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.
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted Can't help but wonder what's happenin to my companions. Are they lost or are they found, have they counted the cost it'll take to bring down All their earthly principles they're gonna have to abandon? There's a slow, slow train comin, comin round the bend.
I had a woman down in Alabama, She was a backwoods girl but she sure was realistic. She said "Boy, without a doubt, you gotta quit your mess and straighten out, You could die down here, be just another accident statistic." There's a slow, slow train comin, coming round the bend.