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.
Karl Rove admitted to a reporter last night, after a lengthy series of tequila shots in a bar known to be frequented by political insider and evangelical Christian transvestites in Georgetown, that "We never expected the Dems to anticipate our game plan."
In a moment of uncharacteristic candor, the genius went on to say that "I have the Diebold master key code in my briefcase, and I can get any result I want, just through my laptop - even without our usual black voter intimidation program and our magic chad trick."
"The only risk was that we overplay our hand with the computer voting," he bragged. "but now that the Dems are on to us, we may need to go to Plan B - martial law."
Before removing his wig and scarf to make a quiet, if stumbling, exit, Rove added "Don't try to come up here after the election with no ACLU lawyers - Cheney fired his warning shot last fall, so now everyone knows what he is capable of."