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.
Do you remember a skit on--oh, if it wasn't SNL yet, maybe Laugh-In?--with a "Claudine Longet Open" sports event? They'd show skiers coming down the mountain, and then when the skier wiped out there'd be a rifle-shot, and some critiquing of the aim from the sportscaster.
I clearly remember going to a strip club in the Laurentian mountains north of Montreal, after an exhausting day of skiing, and watching a 'dancer' writhe around on the floor with her legs spread to this song. It was singularly odd experience.