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.
"The decision to allow Mr. Wilders to share his viewpoints is a danger not only for the public safety of Muslims and the honor of the core principle of Islam, but also for academic integrity and objectivity on campus."
Jim Gilchrist was cancelled at the last minute. The geniuses down there had to replace him with a Financial advisor who was going to talk about basic investing 101, or how not to lose 500 million dollars in the derivative market.
It was just a few errant radicals threatening mayhem on the campus if Gilchrist was allowed to speak about free speech. No professors were involved, though a sociology professor who prefers to remain anonymous did tell our reporter, "It's those damn Pell Grant lowlifes feelin' their oats that's causing this ruckus. They're turning this campus into a hip-hop haven and an animal husbandry debacle. Animals!"
I was fortunate enough to go to a liberal arts college at a time when the only political correctness dispute was whether the Latin diplomas should still be written in the male gender. (I actually don't know how that was resolved; I would guess they probably ended up neutering all the graduates--umm, in the wording of their diplomas I mean.)
Linking the No-Insurance Club with Dem-care. I retired from the military in 1996 with medical benefits. I haven't had 16 doctor visits, all counted up, since then. I don't know that I'd get to 16 if you included the dentist, who's had a go at me now and then. So I'd be a money maker on the No-Insurance Club (resembles an HMO, actually) coupled with catastrophic insurance.
If Dem-care got its way, I'd have been herded around by now for cholesterol screening, colonoscopy, EKGs and who knows what -- at large cost and no likely benefit. I have made a rational judgment about my health needs. I'll go for healthcare when I think there's a reason. I am opposed to mandatory screening, "incentive" fitness programs and all that brand of nanny-fascism.
I do take care of myself -- 5ft9, about 168 lbs, non-smoker, moderate exercise and diet. Ladies, if that sounds good -- sorry, my sweetheart has the exclusive.