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.
Europe’s loss of power, influence and importance continues to this day; and however much one’s material circumstances may have improved (just take a look at photographs of daily life in France or Britain in the 1950s and compare them to daily life there today), it is always unpleasant, and creates a sense of deep existential unease, to live in a country perpetually in decline, even if that decline is merely relative.
Venting, but with the legal details, about Carter and the MLK wiretaps. Rhymes with Right
No blood, No fowl: Michelle is worried about fallout from the shooting story. Bird hunters know that this happens on occasion. As long as you miss the eye, it's no biggie, except to people like reporters who don't hunt or even like guns. A damn shame he missed the bird, though. And we learn he hunts birds with a 28 ga. That means he's good.
More humorless Moslems: Volokh has the example - a new cartoon - of how not-offending becomes offensive. Jeez. Chill, Moslems. And cheer up.
Cheney probably would have bagged the bird if that guy hadn't gotten his face in the way. Got shot in the foot once by my uncle who was tracking a showshoe rabbit that ran behind me. The getting out of the car to flush the covey's a little odd though.