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.
Adams is a good reminder of this, in an era when we attribute to malice what is sometimes simple incompetence. He does stretch the concept somewhat to include believing stupid things being more of an incompetence than a hatred. I only half agree, but it's a good corrective to my tendency to ascribe bad motives too quickly.
Assistant Village Idiot
Or, as said in an earlier age: Against stupidity the gods themselves contend in vain.