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.
I was trying to buy instant coffee at a corner market in Romania in 1998. Unlike Americans, Romanians at that time were not used to foreigners trying to communicate with them badly in their language, and it wasn't going well. Cafea pulbere (powder). Cafea repede (rapid), I kept trying to explain. Finally, someone from the line behind me suggested Cafea Nes?
Assistant Village Idiot
Coffee with a straw?
holy shi'ite, what is wrong with you people?
I like my coffee the way I like my women: hot and black with a hint of fuel oil.