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.
I have a problem with the fear thing, too, but I think the original language, here translated as "fear", is better interpreted as "awe", as in the face of unutterable majesty--or of an incomprehensible enigma . . .
I don't believe in hell, but it has a place in discourse. I once told a lawyer there was a hot little corner in hell reserved for him. It felt so good saying it. Had I said there's a hot little sand dune in the Sahara reserved for you, it wouldn't have been the same.
Ah, that good old fire and brimstone. Just think how bad we'd be without it.