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.
She's obviously never lived in my community. The only ones around here that are "into community" are busybodies and gossips who will converse with you only so they can have material to discuss with others behind your back.
The woman in question is quite correct. If you run out of food, you can always eat your community. If you run out of community, you can't talk to an eggplant, (try Keith Olbermann for an example) or your meat (unless you're rather perverse).