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 use my credit card for almost everything, and every time the salesclerk hands me the chit to sign I ask him or her, "How do you spell Barack Obama?" Without fail, the salesclerk laughs, and usually asks why. I reply, "Obama wants all my money, so he should pay my bills." Sometimes the repartee extends to, "I know, I know, he'll just bill it back to me...and add a fee on top of that!" It's all fun, me keeping a smile on my face and speaking with a chuckle, and the salesclerk's eyes often widen at realization, especially if one of those who paid $100,000 for a college degree and not being able to find a job above the level of high school dropout.
My way is more general ... when the cashier asks whether I want money back on the card transaction, I 'll say I'd love money back IF it can come from a corrupt politician's slush fund, and then I want a small pile of money back ... otherwise, guess not.