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.
A dear huntin and fishin pal of mine lucked out bowing a turkey this month. How happy does he look? I am impressed that he persuaded the Mrs. to take the photo. Blood and guts are not her thing. Not at all. She likes Gucci.
The turkey strutted about his woodsy domain, never realizing that today was unlike any other day in its poultry life. His keen eye spotted some unfamiliar shape in the bushes. The mighty bird suddenly froze in fear as he realized the terrifying hunting dog was stocking him from mere yards away. He wanted to run, to fly, do anything but stare down that fierce black monster in the brush, but the terror overcame his instinct to flee.
So it was pretty easy for the kindly gent to stroll within range and let fly his arrow at the poor, quaking bird. He even had time to choose which color flock would look best in the pictures afterward.