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've been reading and enjoying Mike for quite a while now. He's been a thorn in the side of the UNC at Wilmingtons PC establishment. Considering his love of guns, pissing off liberals, hunting, cigars, and God, not in that order, I would have to agree that Mike is a Maggie's sort of guy.
Hey... that's a nice tractor. A working tractor from the looks it. Those showroom quality ones can be a little boring after a while. Give me some well used paint, a little mud and dirt, some experience... yep.
Pompatus of love: A condition where when you get the hots for a sweet honey instead of your manliness rising to the occasion, your hair does and does so with a generous built-in dollop of Brylcreem to keep you looking suave and not totally uncool.
I used to read him but eventually felt that he had run out of material. I mean, it's nice to tweak academia early and often, but reading about it has diminishing returns after a while. I give it a year.