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.
I'll be an otter, and I'll let you swim A mate beside me; we will venture down A deep, dark river, when the sky above Is shut of the sun; spoilers are we, Thick-coated; no dog's tooth can bite at our veins With eyes and ears of poachers; deep-earthed ones Turned hunters; let him slip past The little vole; my teeth are on an edge For the King-fish of the River! I hold him up The glittering salmon that smells of the sea; I hold him high and whistle! Now we go Back to our earths; we will tear and eat Sea-smelling salmon; you will tell the cubs I am the Booty-bringer, I am the Lord Of the River; the deep, dark, full and flowing River.
You can read about Irish writer Colum (aka Patrick Collumb) here.