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.
Hahaha. Isn't it funny what we will tolerate? For instance, I recently had a mammogram and I am pretty sure that if detecting testicular cancer involved putting them between two cold metal plates and then pressing down really hard, not once, but four times, then some man would soon invent a better way. We women however, have learned to tolerate it.
Funny association to the idea of tolerance, Patina.
Testes do not compress - they would just burst. But testicular cancer is fortunately rare, and most guys examine their testes on an hourly basis through their pockets anyway (aka "pocket pool"). I know mammograms hurt - but consider the alternative. They may save lives, and definitely help extend lives.
Sure--it's springtime I'm all my former yard slaves have grown up, except one, and she's striking a "too dainty" pose on the topic. So I need another son, alright. You're not gonna be needing braces, tho, are you? The local orthodontist has already retired to the French Riviera on me.