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.
You know, I rather think I agree with those poet-and-philosopher Johnnies who insist that a fellow ought to be devilish pleased if he has a bit of trouble.
All that stuff about being refined by suffering, you know. Suffering does give a chap a sort of broader and more sympathetic outlook. It helps you to understand other people's misfortunes if you've been through the same thing yourself. As I stood in my lonely bedroom at the hotel, trying to tie my white tie myself, it struck me for the first time that there must be whole squads of chappies in the world who had to get along without a man to look after them. I'd always thought of Jeeves as a kind of natural phenomenon; but, by Jove! of course, when you come to think of it, there must be quite a lot of fellows who have to press their own clothes themselves and haven't got anybody to bring them tea in the morning, and so on. It was rather a solemn thought, don't you know. I mean to say, ever since then I've been able to appreciate the frightful privations the poor have to stick.
Bird Dog ... an analogue of the famous Jeeves is the less famous but equally fascinating Bunter, the "gentleman's gentleman" of Lord Peter Wimsey, one of my most favorite sleuths of the 1930s. Dorothy Sayers wrote about Peter Wimsey and I think was a little in love with him herself. Bunter had been Lord Peter's batman in World War I, and after the war found Lord Peter and rescued him, emotionally rather than literally, since the trench warfare was ended, but Peter was emotionally paralysed with what was called "battle fatigue" in those days. Bunter came to Peter's home and literally took him over, removing from him for awhile the necessity of making everyday decisions, the ones that are so difficult for emotionally wounded people to make. Together, Bunter and Peter became a great sleuthing team, with Bunter undertaking all sorts of technical wizardry of the time, and Peter doing the thinking and putting together of evidence. All the while [this was the 1930s, after all] Bunter fulfilled his role as upper servant, and Peter his responsibilities as the younger brother of a Duke and a member of "the upper ten thousand."