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.
No offense intended NJ, but that sounds like a girl samwich.
Real men don't eat that.
How about a medium rare, thinly sliced roast beef sandwich with home grown romaine lettuce, home grown sliced tomatoes, a few drops of Worcestershire sauce and some sparingly used mayo (not Miracle Whip) on rye?
Southern barbecue, pulled outside meat, on a large, white, untoasted hamburg bun, medium thick slice of raw onion, beer of choice. Available only at dinner time (12 noon ± 90 min) from a ramshackle joint downtown in a deep south town of no more than 10,000 population. If you work with your hands, double the order.