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.
How the heck did the New York Times get this handsome photo of me on the front porch of my comfortable Maggie's Farm sharecropper home? Moonbattery. And no, obviously Maggie's Farm does not offer dental insurance. Worse yet, Maggie makes us mow our own lawns with push mowers: all of the illegals are too busy working at jobs Americans won't do.
yep, Wolf, your meth habit was showing on ya a tad there. Glad you finally went back to corn likker.
Patina, growing up in the Baton Rouge & Lafayette, snappin' turtles were the terror of a kid's mud swimming. They can bite a finger off, and they used to say they wouldn't turn loose until they heard thunder!