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.
If I had the time, I would go through it point by point. But I have a business to run, jobs to create, opportunities to nurture, money to be put to work, and new ideas to develop. Maybe I will find the time soon.
In the meantime, I wish Uncle Norm would covertly take on a real job in the real world, and have the chance to find out what it is like. He might be quite surprised: Good capitalist work is great, challenging, life-affirming, scary, creative, rigorous, and infinitely more exciting than being a professor to a bunch of drooling, hormone-poisoned, brains-full-of-mush late adolescents. And it is fun to make a real income.
I wish those good guys would try it, before they pontificate about socialism. But I like them and enjoy them anyway. There is lots more to life than politics - but individual freedom is high on my list of pleasures. For better or worse, let me deal with what I have been blessed with, and leave it to me to figure out what my goals are - if any.
I have a pontificating in-law who just loves Socialism. She is an under-employed professor of Sociology. Despite all her “power to the people” talk, she never fails to cash the checks she regularly receives from her millionaire parents to support her lifestyle. While she means well, it quickly becomes tiresome talking to her about the real world.