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.
Someone sent me that wonderful commercial many months ago, and I've saved it for private enjoyment since. Right after my husband and I were married, and somewhat financially limited, we both owned Volkswagens. Mine I had brought down to Texas from Washington, D.C. He bought his after our marriage ... and we continued to own and enjoy them. I sold mine when it was ten years old to the teenaged daughter of the family next door, and she drove it for several years thereafter. I eventually bought a 1991 Volvo, which is now eighteen years old and still a wonderfu car, going strong for the old lady who loves it.
It'll probably be like the One Hoss Shay of O. W. Holmes and fall apart when it hits 100 years of age. All at once. Hope I last that long.
As for the Volkswagens, I wouldn't be surprised if they could contain an explosion. They can do darn near everything else very well.