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.
Living among outspoken, educated liberals who worship at the altar of diversity, yet react with shock and horror when confronted by opposing viewpoints, is a constant challenge. It’s especially difficult for someone who enjoys a good verbal joust even more than sports junkies love watching steroid-enhanced musclemen bash each other while chasing a pigskin ball.
Most conservatives are just as hostile towards different viewpoints as are liberals.
Many of them are always ready to scream there "should be a law against it" when they see anything they don't like, be it a religious expression that doesn't match what their own priest preaches, someone who's open about their sexual feelings which don't match the "sex once a week, missionary position only, lights out" mantra imposed by the 15th century church, etc., etc.
Second Banana, with a flourish opens the envelope and reads aloud the answer "Oostoo B'basta".
Carnac the Magnificent, having already helt the envelope against his forehead for a brief pair o' normal seconds, intones the question "what is the sound of 'You stupid b-bastard' shouted with a mouthful of turkey and dressing?"