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.
Something is burning, baby, hear what I say. Even the bloodhounds of London couldn't find you today. I see the shadow of a man, baby, makin' you blue. Who is he baby, and what's he to you?
We've reached the edge of the road, baby, where the pasture begins, Where charity is supposed to cover up a multitude of sins. But where do you live, baby, and where is the light? Why are your eyes just staring off in the night?