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.
Al Zarqawi just died and he’s walking to the Pearly Gates. He is met by St. Peter who says, walk on through, but you have some answering to do for what you did on earth, bucko. Zarqawi shrugs it off and walks ahead.
George Washington ran up and blindsides Zarqawi with a right hook. Washington, pissed off, yells, “How dare you kill those countrymen of mine, defending what I built!”
Washington starts beatin that ass.
Zarqawi gets his bearings just in time for Thomas Jefferson to deliver a roundhouse kick to the face. Jefferson, even more pissed off, “How dare you support those who killed my Americans and rammed a plane into Virginia!” Jefferson starts wailing on the guy with nunchucks.
Then 70 other Virginian Continental men join in the beating.
Zarqawi starts yelling, “Wait a minute, I thought I was going to get 72 Virgins?”Washington responds, “72 Virginians you filth!” Pounding on Zarqawi with brass knuckles.
“Wait, I want to talk to Jesus Christ! Where is Jesus Christ? I need Jesus Christ!!!”, Zarqawi pleads.
St. Peter grins, nudges Paul and says, “Hey, do you think Jesus ordered a cab or something?”