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 Sheaf Of Snakes Used Heretofore To Be My Seal, The Crest Of Our Poor Family
ADOPTED in God's family and so Our old coat lost, unto new arms I go. The Cross—my seal at baptism—spread below Does, by that form, into an Anchor grow. Crosses grow Anchors; bear, as thou shouldest do Thy Cross, and that Cross grows an Anchor too. But He that makes our Crosses Anchors thus, Is Christ, who there is crucified for us. Yet may I, with this, my first serpents hold; God gives new blessings, and yet leaves the old. The serpent may, as wise, my pattern be; My poison, as he feeds on dust, that's me. And, as he rounds the earth to murder sure, My death he is, but on the Cross, my cure. Crucify nature then, and then implore All grace from Him, crucified there before; Then all is Cross, and that Cross Anchor grown; This seal's a catechism, not a seal alone. Under that little seal great gifts I send, Works, and prayers, pawns, and fruits of a friend. And may that saint which rides in our great seal, To you who bear his name, great bounties deal !