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.
Real Irishmen like to have a pint at the pub on the way to work. Every day, not just on the Feast of St. Patrick, which is not a big event in Ireland. To make it breakfast, the barman stirs in one or two raw eggs. Then a fellow is ready for work.
But that is just breakfast. Here is the Irish version of haute cuisine. You cannot have too much mustard to go with it, and the meat has to be falling apart.