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.
We already know that those Islamists are fun people with a great sense of humor, and the gift of being mature enough, and emotionally secure enough to laugh at themselves, so our cuz across the pond Theo has a contest.
Sing a song of sixpence,
An auto full of bombs;
Four and twenty terrorists
Reciting the Koran.
When the car was opened,
The Muslims were blown sky high,
Now, wasn't that a lucky break
That only Muslims died?
Little Miss Ruqya, wearing her burkha,
Sat eating her hummus and dates;
When her husband Jaafer
Caught a glimpse of her hair
He beat her to death with the plate.