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.
Gosh, to trumpet a success of merchantism progress over 160 years, then, how we've squandered it in the resulting 74 is quite revealing.
No video as this will ever be produced\created again by our current corral of Colleges (well, maybe Prager and a few others...) - the presented message is anathema to those august centers of thought....
I was left with only one burning question after this excellent piece was finished:
Is Uncle Angus a cradle-robber?
The "young Aunt Minnie" looked half his damn age. And still sporting a delicious pair of thighs, I note. (For you teenagers out there, garter belts are where all respectable women keep their investment funds)
My only quibble was what they did to that poor salesman, only trying to ply his trade. They ran him off. In other words, this "freedom of speech" stuff is great -- as long as you don't disagree with me? They were coming after him with bottles and what looked like an iron pipe, so, presumably, if he'd held his ground, he would been beaten to death by the angry mob of 'freedom-lovers'.
It would have been better if they'd simply turned away and ignored him, causing him to skulk out of town in abject embarrassment. A 'thought balloon' appears above his head, reading "Maybe I'll try Cuba next".