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.
42:1 As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. 42:2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and behold the face of God? 42:3 My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me continually, "Where is your God?" 42:4 These things I remember, as I pour out my soul: how I went with the throng, and led them in procession to the house of God, with glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival. 42:5 Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help 42:6 and my God. My soul is cast down within me; therefore I remember you from the land of Jordan and of Hermon, from Mount Mizar. 42:7 Deep calls to deep at the thunder of your cataracts; all your waves and your billows have gone over me. 42:8 By day the LORD commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life. 42:9 I say to God, my rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why must I walk about mournfully because the enemy oppresses me?" 42:10 As with a deadly wound in my body, my adversaries taunt me, while they say to me continually, "Where is your God?" :11 Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help and my God. 43:1 Vindicate me, O God, and defend my cause against an ungodly people; from those who are deceitful and unjust deliver me! 43:2 For you are the God in whom I take refuge; why have you cast me off? Why must I walk about mournfully because of the oppression of the enemy? 43:3 O send out your light and your truth; let them lead me; let them bring me to your holy hill and to your dwelling. 43:4 Then I will go to the altar of God, to God my exceeding joy; and I will praise you with the harp, O God, my God. :5 Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help and my God.