No Audition

I do not recall ever auditioning for a role in the turbid and raunchy Dave Hoskins soap opera nor do I ever plan to do that so it was rather odd to have the crude and vulgar Cox family trying to thrust some bit role on me. I vaguely recall once saying hello to Rhonda at a church meeting but I really don't know her. I can see where the pathetically ignorant Wendy might think that all missionary kids are clones of Rhonda but that is not the case. Wendy really is nothing but a blip in the continuum as far as we are concerned. We see sad stories like this in the news from time to time. But just because Wendy fell for probably the worst example of MK on the planet, that does not mean that all of us are impressed with them or want anything to do with these Canadian transplants with attitude. We citizens of the U.S.A. are very modest people, always so careful not to boast of our somewhat unremarkable lineage, unlike those extremely boastful clans who imagine themselves descended from Spanish royalty, so it is rather odd that anyone would fall for these ruses and subterfuges planned obviously to detract attention away from their own grandiose schemes of reasserting Spanish claims on western lands of the USA and reestablishing or extending a monarchy in which their own families could someday hope to attain titles of knighthood and aristocracy. Their plan is to split the USA sort of in half, the browns of the West going to Spain and the whites of the East merging with Canada, or something like that. However, given that it is easy enough to purchase titles for sale on the market I really do not share this enthusiasm for adopting the dead ritualism of decadent Europe. We did very well for the first 200 years before they ruined everything but anyway nothing good lasts forever.