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.
At some point early on I devised the "garbageman" rule for art criticism, partly to scandalize my roommate who worked at MOMA.
"If your average garbageman found it on the sidewalk, would he leave it there, or throw it in the truck?"
If it goes in the truck, it's not art.
Now granted that would probably cause some pretty cool stuff to get landfilled. Also, my roommate reasonably pointed out that NYC garbagemen threw everything in the truck without barely looking at it, whether it was meant to go in or not.