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.
Bird Dog my friend ... You and I are on the same page. It's positively spooky. I was reciting Henley's poem to myself last night, to put myself to sleep, because it seemed so suitable, with the country so worried about the next four years, and the problems we face and will face until the citizens man up and replace our President with a grown up courageous man or woman. Back when I was in grade school, each member of a graduating class selected a poem to recite when his/her name was called to receive the graduation certificate. This poem was mine. I had just read portions of Jan Valtin's book, Out of the Night, which we had discussed at the dinner table, and was much impressed. [ Being pretty much of a 'tabula rasa' at the time, I had a great admiration for those who fight back, and Valtin certainly did that.] Like him, I try to do as he did, and remain 'the captain of my soul' even at this late date.