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.
First, after 40+ years as a wage slave in the corp workforce, I'd say conditions near the end were much worse compared to the beginning...in the 1st 2 decades - "I got a head full of ideas that are drivin' me insane...Well, I try my best to be just like I am but everybody wants you to be just like them" - I think the masters at least listened to me and tolerated my opinions, even adopted some ideas...at the end, I was viewed a leper...how dare you criticize the all knowing management, and the brainwashed cowardly snowflakes around me were happy to be suffocated.
Reminds me of the lines in G&S HMS Pinafore - When I was a lad...
I grew so rich that I was sent
By a pocket borough into Parliament.
I always voted at my party's call,
And I never thought of thinking for myself at all.
(He never thought of thinking for himself at all.)
I thought so little, they rewarded me
By making me the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
(He thought so little, they rewarded he
By making him the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!)
Second, thank God for this website...what a joy over all these years...I arrived many moons ago because of the name, recognizing the Dylan song and thinking - hmmm...let's give this a try...and especially the "Freedoms" listed above...I wonder how long before zucky and his flying monkeys, or other Maggie's Pa's try to shut us down.
One of my favorites. As a student at the UofMinn-Mpls in the late '60s I worked summers on the Soo Line railroad replacing ties and pounding spikes. We sang this song and replaced "Maggies Farm" with "the Soo Line". Yes, there was beer involved. Those were the days my friend.