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 did a web site a number of years ago for a lady who sold Indian artifacts and she was big on Catlin. As evidenced in the above painting, what he lacked in artistic skills was amply made up for by the fact that he was there.
The most impressive (and expensive) thing she had in her shop was a full-blown chieftan's outfit; a full set of gray leathers dashed with beads and fringe and topped off with a long feather war bonnet. You could still hear the screams of the white settlers as its owner scalped them alive. Oh, wait -- Indians are the good guys now, right? You could still hear the screams of the poor innocent Indians as the white settlers mercilessly slaughtered them in their imperialistic quest of Manifest Destiny. There, that reads a little better.