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 gotta work here, though I don't have to live here. Regardless, I'll be paying taxes for the people who don't want to work, but want to live in an expensive city.
I think Mike was pretty good at the start, got a little full of himself toward the end of his tenure. All in all not a bad replacement for Giuliani, until recently when he decided he knew how to make me healthy (I think even at my worst I was healthier than he has ever been).
Not looking forward to the upcoming election. This city is about to suffer a great indignity with the variety of choices.
My wife, obviously no fan of prostitution, would be more willing to vote for Spitzer's madam than Spitzer himself. I wonder how many women are thinking that way? Probably very few. However, her logic is sound. At least Kristin Davis has run a business, at least she cared (considerably more than Mr. Spitzer, anyway) about the women who worked for her, and at least she was honest. She's also likely to keep the welfare rolls from expanding.
But I really doubt that's going to be a common refrain among voting females this year.
--as i type this, am watching FoxBiz' Melissa Francis show. She's interviewing a young couple, Tifani and Brian Sadek (unsure about spelling the 'Sadek', it fell off the screen too quickly), in their newly-purchased home --which looks really nice (cough 'expensive' cough). It cost them $94,000; it's a 3,000 sq ft two-story in a nice neighborhood --in Detroit.
They're planning a family --and are talking friends and relatives into taking a look at the area.
They're the counterweight, and they're showing up. What's bringing them in is the crass commercial low-down discount, but what they're bringing along behind that cruel market transaction, is 'Springtime for Detroit', courtesy of the Gods of the Copybook Headings.