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, we've already explained the Cult of the Daily Kos here: Daily Kos is the Amway of Bile And that was before we found out you weren't getting your platinum level member's card and special introductory Bushitlerburton T-shirt unless your moon was in the seventh house, and Jupiter aligned with Mars.
Well, peace won't rule the planet because you vent your spleen over and over in a chat room. It's our contention that Markos Moulitsas would be shoving food out a hole in a wall if he didn't preside over that coven of contentiousness, The Daily Kos; but what about his minions? Umm --toadies! Er, running dog lackeys, yeah, that's it! Nah, his, his, well, let's see... let's be polite: his commenters. What the hell makes them congregate together, simultaneously proclaiming they are an ascendant majority and a tiny vanguard minority, always being unfairly portrayed by the media and betrayed by shady cabals everywhere? What's their story?