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.
As Obama tries on his Teflon suit and tries to run out the clock while McCain-Palin nips at his heels, it brought to mind the ZZ Top tune. Sheesh, are we really going to elect a GQ Ivy league twit who has never done anything in his life, much less anything masculine? Curtis said it on the radio this morning: "He's The Candy Man. The candy man can..."