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.
It all started with the Beanie Babies, you know. Stratospheric prices for cheap bean bags. Fortunes were built on them. As that market started to collapse, the money ran to the dot coms. Stratospheric prices for companies that didn't need no "brick and mortar" in the "new economy". As that market started to collapse, the money ran to real estate. Stratospheric prices for condos in Ft. Myers. Nobody to live in them. Thus to commodities and here we are today. All because of the damn Beanie Babies. But I think the economy can be saved if everyone invests in 1966 Rangoon Red Mustang convertibles with 2bbl 289 V8s. Come on, let's all start a new bubble! Who's with me?