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.
You don't like Trabants, then? Hey, after the hyperinflation hits we can all drive around in much older, robust cars that you can fix yourself with homemade black market parts. Just like downtown Havana. I plan on a closet full of guayaberas, if I can afford them. I'll wear a new one every day when driving my 57 Buick.
Skookumchuk...I've got you beat. No guayaberas, but a 1991 Volvo station wagon -- only one owner, me. Runs like a spotted ape, as my husband says. He drives a Honda Accord 2005. But I like mine better.
There was another government leader in the 1930's who was into dictating what the auto industry should be doing. Hitler commisioned Ferdinand Porshe to build the peoples car, the Volkswagon. Now I'm not comparing Obama to Hitler but... well maybe I am.