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.
But, none got the well-paying job (I didn't say high-paying, you'll see), as they lacked the confidence Maggie demands to reach out for what they want.
--remember Blazing Saddles when the wild west chase scene galloped right past the orchestra standing on the side of the trail --playing the soundtrack of the chase scene?
(Mel Brooks --Chaplin class genius someday they'll say)