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.
Ah, and hearing that song takes me back to the glory days of yesteryear, the Fabulous Sixties. Just before the whole thing started down the slippery slope to the brink of apocalypse. If I had known it was the last time we could be content with life in this country I would not have been blotto for most of it. We have not had it so good ever since, eh?
I play this for my teenage kids and they pretend to hate it. When I showed them the picture of the singer with his carpet-like sideburns they goofed on him for a while. When I want them to call down, I threaten them with this song. They HATE it when the song gets stuck in their heads all day. When I want to make them laugh about grooming, I threaten to grow sideburns like the singer. They are at the age where the threat of a dad picking them up from school with sideburns like that is a threat to their social lives. insert evil laugh here.