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 did vote for him, but not a big fan. Yes, he is a player, he is a big-shot New Yorker and he wasn't born yesterday. However things go, when he is old he'll be able to sing this. Sheesh, what a song. Everybody might wish to own this tune, including me:
He was also a draft dodger in WWII. Starved himself down to the point where he was 4F rather than serve his county. Sinatra was getting photographed surrounded by beautiful women for the covers of magazines while all the real men were fighting on the beach of Normandy and Iwo Jima. Front line troops hated his guts. Something Sinatra's PR machine worked hard to cover up.