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.
Re the Monty Python "Call me Loretta" posted below, I want to change my body too. I want to be 3" taller, I want 25 lbs. of truly disgusting daddy-fat gone, I want perfect teeth, I want 3" in length and 1" in girth added to my pepperoni, I want to be able to bench 200 lbs. And I want to be 20 years younger and handsomer too with a powerful chin and a bigger nose. (Secret fantasy: I really want to be black and to be an NBA star, but I do not want to over-ask.)
So is that too much to ask for? Am I mentally-disordered? Is it Body Integrity Disorder? Do I need government to fix me? Or is the only thing that is ok now for guys to desire is to be castrated into eunuchs?
What do you readers want to make yourself feel just right?
Are you willing to be the star of your own reality series as you search for your true identity? If so, I will give Kardashian Productions a call today. They need as many revenue streams coming as possible.
My somewhat-aging and portly dentist told me this morning that he wanted to be a 21 year-old beautiful blond gal so he could get all the sex he ever wanted. I said "garble garble Why are you telling me this?" He is a character indeed. Cute blond assistant finds our utterly non-pc repartee highly amusing. Hard to articulate with a mouthful of nasty instruments.
What would make me right? Everyone in the mainstream media to join Bruce/ Caitlin at the surgery clinic. Oh wait they have already been gelded. I don't know , maybe the next time she ties one on, Mrs. Clinton could take a long walk off a short pier.