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.
1950: Your honor, the defendant just snapped and killed three people. 2010: Your honor, I'm innocent, I just snapped and killed three people.
I'm hard-pressed to come up with any segment of the population that doesn't have a pre-medieval answer ready to be trotted out, at flight-deck-McGlaughlin Group volume, for any social ill or misbehavior, and a ready-made template to call any productive behavior a crime, too. There's isn't a dime's bit of difference between Pat Robertson or Al Gore in these matters. (A)Gay people or (B)Ford Explorers cause hurricanes. Take your pick, but there's no (C)
Our brains insist on making a narrative for events. That is hardly a bad thing, as early humans who sought explanations - "Why in the world do you think our best antler-knives always go missing right after those nice Tlitlis visit?" - likely survived at higher rates. But we have to put a check on ourselves, and recognise that just because a story holds together with internal consistency does not in any way make it true.
Assistant VIllage Idiot