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.
That WAS a good rant. Yep, "big" everything, as soon as it gets 'big', seems to grow toward the dessicating sun of new-competition-killing regulation. It's the biological imperative, as expressed by the bureaucracy organism.
For once you lost me on the punning. Were you just trying to be mean w/ the "rented-a-tent-tent-tent" syllabic elaboration, b/c that's not my first take on things usually, which i've come to realize is wholly naive, or is it percussive somehow?
naw, it was a drum. when a pun seems stupid, go with that--
OK, a counter image. This evening, while sitting outside looking at a female goldfinch on a feeder in competition w/ a chickadee and a territorial hummingbird, life was fine until it was excellent, when on a nearby table could be seen a bowl of ripe figs I’d just picked, the light catching it and the dozen stragglers that lay about it, a cat in repose, and a glass of water. Classic still-life. The glass of wine that should’ve been there was in my hand, but that’s the only reason why you’re having to read this.