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.
Edwards' sleazily-earned wealth, and his 28,000 square-foot house for which he clear-cut many acres of woodland, convinced me that there truly are two Americas: He is in one, and I am in the other. But this house takes the cake. Wow.
Well, at least, come the revolution, thousands of unemployed small-town MDs and their doctorless erstwhile patients, put out of the health system by the insurance industry's reaction to the lord of the mansion's tactic of deft and cynical jury demagoguing, will know where to find him, in their midnight pitchfork-and-torch, tar-and-feathers rage.
Okay. I'm in. That private gondola to the ski lodge did it.
Screw the bowling alley. Never scored above a 78 in the two times I played.
I live in the shadow of Monticello. The best part about Monticellow is seeing all the little 'inventions' Jefferson did on his own. That guy was so 'out of the box' it is to be humbled to be in his ghostly presence.