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.
As the cat Mehitabel said to Archie the cockroach, "There's a dance in the old dame yet. It's cheerio, my deario, that sees a girlie through." If you exceedingly well-read people by chance missed reading "Archie and Mehitabel" by Don Marquis, put it on your to-do list. The slim volume is a collection of newspaper columns by journalist Don Marquis from back in the 1920s. In Marquis's fervid imagination, Archie the cockroach took over his typewriter every night, and committed reams of free verse during the midnight hours, that delighted the news readers of his day. Archie couldn't work the shift key, so there are no capital letters, giving the whole thing a jaunty devil-may-care air.
The esays/verses can delight you too, if you'll let them. They're raunchy, funny and infinitely readable even now. They make a charming Valentine's gift to your best beloved, whether he/she is male or female.
I'll bet this darling pair of older folks has read them. Heck, they ARE them.