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.
Vanderleun's American Digest is one of our favorite and most-admired websites. Thus sibling rivalry drives us to try to make him insane, permanently if possible. He apparently is neither a fan of the outer Cape nor of the t-shirt, kite, and beach towel stores along Route 6 - which is his loss. This t-shirt image might do the job, for good (sorry, it's soiled from farm chores and kinda stinky):
"sorry, it's soiled from farm chores and kinda stinky"
You don't fool me a second, Monkey Boy. Those stains are Booty Sweat.
You gotta quit guzzling those Wellfleet Oysters.
Some day..... some day..... I will tell you about my Cape Vacation in a lovely and expensive apartment attached to barn's woodshop where a klugmaster just like you -- Stumpy -- was building a large wooden boat with power tools. Day and night.