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.
--aw, thanks, BD --making the QQQ list, well, those are the western cannons, aren't they. 'Cannon' a play on 'canon', in the spirit of swedishing a danewegian name is a play on, oh, about a hundred lustrums of negative cultural evolution
--Garry, they're sending a framed copy of a local municipal emergency order: "Until further notice from commandant of Acme Remedial Spelling Strike Team officials, the following will be administratively merged on Emergency Civil Defense protocols: Dr's office, Pharmacy, 911 Services, Hospital Emergency Room, Funeral Home, and Cemetery. The mayor thanks you for your copper ration."
--so, at the big dance that night, the one-eyed feller with the prosthetic eye sidles up to the lonesome little wallflower, and asks her if she'd like to dance. She answers, "Wouldn't I, wouldn't I?" which he hears as "Wooden Eye, Wooden Eye?" --and so shouts back at her, "Oh yeah? Big Nose, Big Nose!"