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.
This is one of the best comments on the linked thread:
Hmmm, it would make a great encyclical title, if the Pope were to speak on cow farts. The adjectival form of "Cow" in Latin is bubulus, and one Latin word for "fart" is bumbulum. So an encyclical on cow farts could have the incipit "Bumbulorum bubulorum."