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.
A man on his Harley was riding along a California beach when suddenly the sky clouded above his head and, in a booming voice, God said, 'because you have tried to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish.'
The biker pulled over and said, 'Build a bridge toHawaii so I can ride over anytime I want.'
God replied, 'Your request is materialistic; think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking; the supports required reaching the bottom of the Pacific and the concrete and steel it would take! I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of something that could possibly help mankind.'
The biker thought about it for a long time. Finally, he said, 'God, I wish that I, and all men, could understand women; I want to know how she feels inside, what she's thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries, what she means when she says nothing's wrong, why she snaps and complains when I try to help, and how I can make a woman truly happy.
God replied: ‘You want two lanes or four on that bridge....?"
Guy on Harley along Marin headlands to the Ocean. Suddenly, God booms," you've been faithful to me in all ways; I grant you one wish!'
Guy pulls over, hits kick stand, says, 'Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can ride over .'
God considers, says, 'Your request is materialistic; think of the impact on Gaia, the infrastructure to the Pacific basin, the concrete and steel it would take! I can do it, but try elevating your desires."
Biker considers. Finally, says, 'God, I wish that I, and all men, could understand women; how she feels, what she thinks, why she cries, what she means when she says nothing's wrong, and why she snaps and complains when I try to help. How I can make a woman truly happy?"
God interrupts: ‘You want two lanes or four ....?"