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 got mugged on a side street in NYC. A bad man jumped out from behind a tree and held a very big Glock with 22 rounds in it and said, "Gimme yer dough!". I said, "What?". He said, "Gimme yer dough, bitch!" I said, "Yer the bitch." and before I realized my adrenaline was surging I did a high-flying back roundhouse kick and kicked that Glock right out of his hand onto the back of a passing Yellow Cab. We looked at each other and I was going to whap that bastard good with my purse when the cab stopped down the block and the gun fell off. We both took off running down the cobblestone street calling each other 'asshole' as we ran. I thought fast and said, "Look!" and pointed to the left and he looked and that's when I got the advantage and scooped that gun into my very own hands and aimed it him and said, "Dance, bitch." He just stood there and I said, "You know 'Riverdance?'. He nodded and I fired a round at his feet and said, "I want Riverdance dancing, sumbitch." and fired off another round. He started tap dancing and I kept firing til I had one bullet left. I said, "One bullet you miserable dancer. You can run for your life or make my day." He ran and I fired the last shot and knocked his baseball cap off and went home.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.