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.
Goldwater was for liberty, as he conceived of it. “Our country, of course, was born on the very simple idea that freedom is our only cause,” he wrote in his journal, “and that freedom was not given to us by government.” In another entry, he declared, “The American economic system could only work well, and at its best, when it was unhampered by government and was allowed to be controlled only by the marketplace.… Thus, the core of my economic philosophy is the free market system—when it is working as it should.”
My late Uncle Bill, who used to introduce himself as "Bill Gill from Pleasant Hill", a Marine vet still outraged at yankee Gen'l Banks' boys for their Red River Campaign during which at the Battle of Pleasant Hill they wrecked the town, rose from his easychair as the 1964 election turned against Goldwater, and with nary a word to the several others also watching the returns there in his living room, took his 12 gauge from the rack over the mantle, leveled it at the tv set, fired off both barrels, replaced the gun, went over and unplugged the sparking & smoking wreckage, and still wordless, walked outside, hopped in the pickup, and drove over to Red River Parish for a few days rest at his bootlegger's facilty up in the piney woods outside Coushatta.
Aunt Ruth and the children, it should be remembered, strongly disapproved of this incident.