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.
Jim has his 6oth birthday, and decides it's time to get himself together. He exercises and diets, loses 30 pounds, dyes his hair brown, buys a new fashionable wardrobe, gets some Botox and a little chin work done.
Shortly thereafter, he is run over by a truck as he struts out of the gym.
"Gosh" he says to God, "Why now? I finally got my act together, and I've been a good guy."
"Woops, Jim, I am so sorry." says God. "I didn't recognize you."