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.
Love the familiar old Latin tags. My Dad used to quote them, and some are apposite even today. As far as the country's present situation, the citizens are indeed "voices crying [or clamoring] in the desert." And no one who could do something about it is going to try to do so.
As an alum, I still have fond memories of my time at Dartmouth, but I've got mixed feelings about the place now. I could overlook the Jim Kim administration and the Wright administration if the Alumni hadn't elected the administration slate in the contentious Alumni Council election a few years back, but ever since that happened, and ever since most of the classmates with whom I have kept in touch since Dartmouth seem to have turned into hardcore, partisan far-left Democrats and Obama supporters, I feel much less fondness and connection to the place than I did in the past.