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.
And his family, too. I guess it's hard to find fault with this ultimate serious, un-hip, straight-arrow guy. Of course, if he wore black t-shirts and were a party animal, his wife dressed like John Dean's wife, and his kids wore ghetto garb, that would be a problem too. Moral of the story: You can never win when someone is determined to find fault. Michelle has the story. And Captain Ed has the sarcasm.