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.
A large group of new arrivals to the Pearly Gates was stirred up by a man in a white lab coat with a stethoscope hanging around his neck. Pushing his way through the crowd, he gave St. Peter a stern look and whooshed through, unimpeded.
Turning back to the crowd, Pete rolled his eyes. "Sorry folks," he said. "That was just God. He thinks He's a doctor."