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.
All we know is that the Goracle refuses to answer any questions when he tours the country preaching about [non-existent] manmade global warming. IIRC, back in the 70s when the Chicken Littles were dashing around screeching about the coming Ice Age, at least the predictors of the cataclysm were at least courteous enough to answer questions. Not Fat Albert.