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.
Readers wanted the lyrics for the Maria McCool song, For Ireland I'd not tell her name, (which was a Liam Clancy song). Sipp sent them to me. It begins:
Last night as I strolled abroad On the far side of my farm I was approached by a comely maiden Who left me distraught and weak. I was captivated by her demeanour and shapeliness By her sensitive and delicate mouth, I hastened to approach her But for Ireland I'd not tell her name.