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.
Eve chats with God: "Lord, I have a problem." "What's the problem, Eve?" "I know that you created me & provided this beautiful garden & all of these wonderful animals, as well as that hilarious comedic snake, but I'm just not happy." "And why is that Eve?" "Lord, I am lonely, and I'm sick to death of apples." "Well, Eve, in that case, I have a solution. I shall create a man for you." "Man? What is that Lord?" "A flawed creature, with many bad traits. He'll lie, cheat & be vain; all in all, he'll give you a hard time. But he'll be bigger, faster & will like to hunt & kill things. I'll create him in such a way that he will satisfy your physical needs. He will be witless & will revel in childish things like fighting & kicking a ball about. He won't be as smart as you, so he will also need your advice to think properly." "Sounds great," says Eve, with raised eyebrows, "but what's the catch Lord?" "Well,.....you can have him on one condition." "And what's that Lord?" "As I said, he'll be proud, arrogant & self admiring..... So you'll have to let him believe that I made him first. And it will have to be our little secret...you know, woman to woman."
Adam sees God across the garden and calls out "Yo, Lord, do you have a minute?" God comes over and asks Adam "Sure, what's up, Adam?" "I'm lonely, God. I need a companion." God asks "How would you like someone who would make your clothes, and feed you, do the housework, always love and obey you, and bear little Adam babies for you to play with, and always be cheerful and happy to give you any kind of pleasure, and to take care of you in your old age?" "Sounds great" says Adam. "What would it cost?" "Well," says God, "that's a lot to ask for. That will cost you an arm and a leg." "An arm and a leg!" replies Adam. "Hmm, well, what can I get for a rib?"