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.
A quote from a good rant from the New Media Journal, posted at Synthstuff:
Why do Democrats keep claiming that they represent the middle class, when everything they campaign on is aimed at minorities, illegal aliens, the ignorant, and the poor? What have they done for middle class Americans other than to raise their taxes, lower their self-esteem, and attempt to destroy their national pride? What have they done for the country other than to divide it, criticize it, regulate it and tax it?
They have induced a mental illness upon the middle class where one feels guilty for having things, therefore they vote for people who are promising to take those things away.
I will always remember the little button on the rich guy's lapel from the school funding debates, "tax me more". Fine enough for that guy, but yet where are all the communes for those who think this way? SHould he have not sold the Volvo and the $500k house to fund the schools then?
Oh, yeah, after the revolution, some animals are more equal than others....
So far, I think they have caused a collective depression among conservatives, but there is no way I'll skulk into that dark night without a fight. I think as people realize the cause of this strange malaise and alienation, they'll fight back, too. I'm sure not giving them my self-esteem, but they can have my national pride until our own party gets its ever-loving act together. I keep a hope going that out of this chaos we will get angry. If we can't muster that, I want The Lone Ranger to come galloping in with a 'Hi ho, Silver!' and wake us up.