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.
For a supposedly Christian-oriented blog, are you aware that you have two naked people on your front page right now, plus a frankly erotic, dare I say "post-coital" painting? This is not appropriate for a wholesome Christian family blog like Maggie's Farm, in my opinion, and I would respectfully request that you avoid such sorts of overly-stimulating and exciting postings in the future.
Deeply Offended and Disappointed, in South Carolina
As you have very perceptively noted, we have made a strategic editorial decision to become a sex-focused blog instead of the obscure, eclectic, thinking person's blog we have been in the past. We believe it will increase our readership if we limit ourselves to the subjects of guns, sex, violence, and rock 'n roll in the future. So, my dear Offended, just bear in mind that Markets Rule, Sex Sells, and humorlessness kills.
Bird Dog, Editor Dog in Chief and Chief Financial Officer, Maggie's Farm, LLC
Just remember, young buck-o, that you won't be attracting worthwhile females to your blog with naked pictures like Maid of the Marsh (Botticelli is another story, love him). We females are not remotely turned on by pictures of naked people. We understand and fondly tolerate the visual orientation of our handsome male beloveds. Else why would we spend such a fortune on lacy underwear?! But we are really put off by pictures of endless breasts and thighs. Even so=called beefcake does nothing for me. Then again, I am from Boston. It's a mioracle we Brahmins ever manage to reproduce, so cerebral are we...
Suck it up Ali! I have it on very good authority that Mr. Bird Dog looks more sexy in his grey flannels and blue starched shirt than even Mars in the Botticelli. And certainly more so than any mullah! Face it, there is noone sexier than an intelligent WASP. And we WASPs don't have to take our clothes off to attract the opposite sex. If that threatens you, it should.
However, Mr. Ali, you had better scram before I divest to further appall you. We Crusaders have always been ruthless, after all! Deus Vult!
Ever reminding us of caritas, MP. Good for you. Christmas--hours online, sneaking in the odd pair of red silk pyjamas for myself here, wondering if I dare get a very little IPod for myself there as I plough through husband and kiddies' oh-so-specific and oh-so-expensive lists. Wondering if I will get a window squeegee set again, or perhaps a gadget for checking every aspect of my car's performance, or perhaps a new dishwasher for my Christmas present. Decadent Western Christian husbands: stick to jewellry, shearling coats, obscenely expensive Treo 650s, and better-than-Home-Depot Orchids if you want to please your wives at Christmas. A small Moroccan leather bound Bible with large type would be nice too. I look much prettier without my glasses...