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.
Well I went down to the fishing hole, And I set down with my fishing pole; Somethin' grabb'd my hook and it got my bait And Jerked me out in the middle of the lake. Huh it was some jump boy, I got sunk, kinda baptized on credit.
Jumped in the river and went down deep, There was a hundred pound cat-fish lying there asleep, Well I jumped on his back and rode him all aroun' Saddled him up and I came into town. People came runnin', lookin', dogs a-barkin' (Kids a-squallin').
Proof that fishing is a fair sport. Fisherman killed by large catfish.