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.
That he is just know noticing this means how deeply his head was shoved up his rectum.
Try to argue for moral standards in art, try to argue for any sort of consistency in art, try to argue that no, it wasn't the tax payers job to fund art, and you didn't get invited to *parties*, much less get your work shown in the right sorts of galleries.
It was clear to me over 20 years ago.
B.F.A. School of the Art Institute of Chicago, 1995.
William O. B'Livion