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.
It is no wonder than dear Albion is sliding inextricably into the mire if men are now spending time in front of the mirror, wondering do these jeans make my bum look big? No, they donít Ė its all the Mars bars you eat & if you have a problem with that, donít eat any more. As one of the 66% of those who donít have a problem with my burgeoning middle age waistline, this morning I had a full fat boy breakfast, all served up with a side order of extra lard because you know it makes sense.