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.
"I was in the drawing room, enjoying my dinner," said Brillat-Savarin, beginning an anecdote."What!" interrupted Rochebriant; "eating dinner in a drawing-room?" " I must beg you to observe, monsieur," explained the great gastronome, "that I did not say I was eating my dinner, but enjoying it. I had dined an hour before."
Buddy has good taste, if sketchy spelling. Perhaps he was listening to "The Sound Of Music" soundtrack while evaluating the 49ers new cornerback acquisition while he took a stab at those names.
That quote is from the Devil's Dictionary. I forget which word it is.
Twain and Bierce were contemporaries. They hated each other. I think they hated each other because they were both so good and worked the same side of the street. Disregard as a form of grudging respect.
roger de hauteville