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.
"John Wesley Harding Was a friend to the poor, He trav'led with a gun in ev'ry hand. All along this countryside, He opened a many a door, But he was never known To hurt an honest man.
'Twas down in Chaynee County, A time they talk about, With his lady by his side He took a stand. And soon the situation there Was all but straightened out, For he was always known To lend a helping hand.
All across the telegraph His name it did resound, But no charge held against him Could they prove. And there was no man around Who could track or chain him down, He was never known To make a foolish move."
-"John Wesley Harding," off the album of the same name from 1967. Coincidentally, the property on which Dick Cheney's hunting accident occurred was originally purchased by John Armstrong, the ranger who captured the real-life outlaw John Wesley Hardin after a shootout in 1877. "Chaynee County" indeed!