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.
In our mens' Bible group this morning, reading Peter, we stumbled on the topic of death and a satisfied death. Christians would have no fear or dread of death without our animal survival instincts. Life can be a trial at times, and often feels more like a burden than like a gift. Notwithstanding that, we all have it darn good, materially and comfort-wise, compared to our ancestors. Not to sound like a Puritan, but does anybody say, on his deathbed, "I thank God that I had flush toilets"?
Well, maybe some might. It's chilly out there with your trousers down.
An old gospel tune: Hallelujah, I'm Ready to Go. Lyrics here.