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.
...looking at this solitary lifestyle in a different light, it personifies Thoreau’s observation of a life lived in “quiet desperation.” The lack of real friendships in my life - save my lovely Zsu-Zsu who doubles as lover and nursemaid - leaves a hole in the soul that is the largest price one pays for shunning the kind of superficial relationships that pass as friendships. For by shunning all it shuts off the possibility that you will find that diamond in the rough - that “true” friend that brings intimacy without sex and closeness without the kind of cloying stickiness many sexual relationships embody. I stopped looking for that mythical beast long ago and have settled for meeting the greatest minds who ever lived in books, while playing with the ignorant savages who inhabit the more fascinating parts of the internet.
I grew up in a time and place where a man had to prove himself. Pretty? No one cared. 'Can you roof a house?' was the relevant question. Rich? Fuck you. 'Are you a man of your word?' is what persons asked about you. Smart? That's nice. 'What have you done for the town lately?' 'Are you pulling your weight?' 'Are you a proud man, or a peacock?' 'A coward, or brave?' Being 70s boys, we were smack dab in the middle between the World War II generation, and what came after. We understood what we were witnessing, though of course we've had nearly 40 years to digest it some. The basic pieces were in play then.
I have a sister who loves to remind me that I was a "hippie" then. What she failed to see then -- what she fails to see now -- is that the Left is composed of folks who are mentally ill. I don't think there's any one cause of it, but if I had to put my finger on it, I'd say they're crybaby washrags. They needed to be spanked more.