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.
I try to tell people disillusionment is a good thing. What's that saying about a lead balloon? But truly, most of the blithely assumed notions we adopt function well enough to get us by, though it remains my contention that reality is ultimately functional. It's what we should be after, but yes, it is a buzz-kill, conversation non-starter at parties. Also, I defiantly reserve the option to fall madly, foolishly in love on occasion in spite of my better judgement. Alas, no matter how much I drink nor how lovely the lass, the morning after always testifies to such folly. Reality. It's really a bitch.