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.
well ya learn sump'n new ev'r day. All this time I was think'n that Atlas Shrugged was an event in the Worl's Strongest Man contest...you know, some beefy dude lifts 25 Hooter girls overhead, drops 'em and just shugs it off...you know..no pain,no gain.
Now I find this is a sex novel with narcissistic, mechanical , and violence. I don't see a problem there, I'll still respect her later in the hour if I can remember her name.....does the hero have a Hemi? I guess I'll never know 'cause 1200 pages is almost a years read'n and hell how my gonna remember them folks all year when I'm suppose to be find'n myself, remember?
Can't we get another boat picture? Them's easy. Or a bird report?
Well, like Dirty Harry said, "Sometime a man's gotta know his lemon-taters" ..I reck'n when I find myself I'll spend some time find'n them too. i just hope it don't turn into to one of them Sybil thangs or I'll never get in that half hour of narssistic,violent stuff. Oh yeah, this violent thang. Did the dude work postal stuff?