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.
Oh great. That's the story of my life... I'm sitting on the sh*t pile of ingratitude right up until some whacked-out sh*t needs to get done and somebody needs someone crazy enough to do it. Then, oh, how the honey flows...
Okay, I'm on this... But only because I used to feel I was on tight with the Creator. I was the first to look down at the floor, call myself a spiritual doofus and smack myself on the chest; but I felt an inadequate love and obligation to God Almighty that made me shake right down to my very small core. God would wink and pat me on the back and say, "Little Dude, you're messed up, but I like you; we're going to do alright." And I want that back.
Lewis was speaking literally, when he said that he was a most reluctant convert to Christianity. He felt that he was victim of a heavenly plot. In Surprised by Joy he says: " In reading Chesterton, as in reading MacDonald, I did not know what I was letting myself in for. A young man who wishes to remain a sound Atheist cannot be too careful of his reading. There are traps everywhere- " Bibles left open, millions of surprises," as Herbert says, " fine nets and stratgems." God is, if I may say it, very unscrupulous."