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.
from Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey,On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, by William Wordsworth, 1798:
And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat of a sad perplexity, The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years. And so I dare to hope, Though changed, no doubt, from what I was When first I came among these hills, when like a roe I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams Wherever nature led: more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved.
Entire poem below the fold - for some reason, you need to scroll down to get to the body of the poem -
WRITTEN A FEW MILES ABOVE
ON REVISITING THE BANKS OF THE WYE DURING
July 13, 1798.
Five years have past; five summers, with the length