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.
We concluded our most recent planning meeting for our local Ducks Unlimited event by consuming a bottle of delicious, smooth, and healthful Liquore di Mirto (aka "Mirto") which the Dylanologist was kind enough to bring us back from Sardinia this summer.
It is apparently the national drink of Sardinia. They like it in Corsica too. This bottle was from Oristana.
The rosso is like a port, with the extremely pleasant and unique fragrance of Myrtle.
It's too precious and tasty to waste on debate-watching. We recommend shots and beer for that.
I've spend a fair amount of time in Sardinia and Mirto as well as the local wines are pretty wonderful. They also have their own version of grappa called 'filo e ferro' (barbed wire, more or less) that will knock you down on your netherparts. The rural Sardinians especially have a fine time plying a foreign guest with those as part of a fabulous meal.