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.
Like most beta males, I had been ridiculed in high school, pantsed, run up the flag pole by my belt loops, beaten stupid with stale french rolls by illegal immigrant cafeteria staff for trying to speak broken Spanish at them, shunned by the girls whose touch I longed hopelessly for. I admit I remained technically, by some definitions, a virgin.
So when I was, naturally, accepted at prestigious Kollege University, I gravitated to liberal causes and organizations such as NOW, Code Pinko, GLAAD and others like them. I rose steadily through the ranks of identity politics and virtue branding until I achieved ultimate acceptance by chewing off my own balls in a public ceremony. I was from that point onwards a True Liberal, a snow flake of the highest order.
Those were heady years, when we were the Oppressors.
Now, six years of Kollege wasted, I am unemployed and unemployable, working as Zack's supervisor for Media Matters from whom I receive neither a nickel nor a dime, keeping him from being pussy whipped while trolling the Cat Fancy forum, propping him up here.
I hate this place. This zoo. This prison. This reality, whatever you want to call it, I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink and every time I do, I fear that I've somehow been infected by it.
The Reflexive Liberal