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Yes, I remember when I was in college rooming with Cori and one day she remarked on the fact that I don't talk very much, not that I ever had much chance with her continual yak-yak to get in a word in edgewise. And I said something about how maybe when I don't know people very well I really don't talk so much until I get to know them. And so that was taken in some weird way to mean something else about how maybe I think that I am too good for these people. Well, honestly, I don't trust Cori at all and rightly so given her historical bag of tricks. Also, even when I do know people very well I also might not say very much, not that I am not thinking anything but just because I really don't trust you, especially not now. So don't sit there waiting for me to start talking because if I did know you well it might never happen.

Also I might have said something about feeling like I live in a fishbowl for various reasons which totally makes sense. Don't these people have other things to do other than stand there staring at me and spying on me and my life? Have you never seen a white person before in your entire life? As if I had some secret that I was refusing to divulge to them when actually I am the same rights as any other individual. Go get a job and pay your own way. Don't be expecting me too much from me.

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It is hard to understand why nobody defends the voice of the victim, but just because you are writing and researching a story on the victimization of women, that does not mean that I would wish myself to sit in the victim's chair in order to vicariously experience all those horrible turmoils and assaults which we may be overhearing on the other end of the phone. Reading a book or article about that seems to me enough to satisfy the interests of oneness. Thus, what kind of lousy parents would allow their daughter to be sold down the river a slave to the stupid "Oneness" clique in order to hobnob with those trashy people? Just because the vulgar dogs of the so-called "Oneness" clique wish to be excused their polygamous crimes, that does not mean that we can excuse them or to give them place outside of their chosen garbage can.

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Yes, it may seem a bit weird, all these polygamist dogs trying to shove their pathetic husband woes onto me. Your stupid man is not my problem, obviously. You only wish someone could relieve you of all your housekeeping problems but I could not be induced to marry your stupid husband even if he were the last and only man on earth. Sorry but polygamy is no solution to your stupid economic miscalculations.

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I think that Susie's tirades critical of Pam and Craig should be grafted back onto the tree of knowledge. I do not see why I should have to pay for that just because I happened to overhear something. Susie is married now but that does not mean that I should have to pay for all her junk just because I have no husband to protect me from myself. I am sure that I don't know the half of all Susie's junk and I am not interested in discussing that. I really couldn't care less.

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I remember that Pam was a co-worker when she was engaged to Craig. She often boasted of Craig and his amazing control. I was also a longtime acquaintance of Susie who went over to Pam's apartment to visit her roommates and was telling some stories of her being appalled at Craig's amazing lack of control. So I have heard the story told both ways and don't really know why I should care that much. I see no reason to meddle on these points. If I say anything one way or the other I will just get in trouble with either Craig or Susie. So whatever. I am better off just not getting involved in their personal business which is really none of my concern. People can get really nasty if we poke our noses into their personal business. I already learned that lesson long ago and see no reason to write that on the blackboard 10 million times.

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Yes, I seem to remember vaguely that Craig is making some point about his Pentecostal Holiness background being superior to the Assemblies in certifiable documentary evidence of being set apart for God. Yes, and don't we all think that Craig is a little too full of himself? Jesus never said follow Craig. Jesus said follow Me. Enough said on that point.

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I vaguely recall the existence of Bill Gothard, who at one time was holding seminars all over the country teaching people who to live Christian lives as per Gothard's view of things. I never attended one of Bill Gothard's seminars so I can't really comment intelligently on the contents of that. Some people were highly recommending Gothard Seminars to new believers but I never felt the need for that as I already pretty much know what I think about everything, having had no lack of good teaching in my youth and childhood. So that is an interesting interposition but it really doesn't apply to me.

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Years ago someone was making a point about books that I read that they did not approve of. Someone was saying that I had read "The Diary of Anne Frank," which to them proves only that a sick mind such as hers deserved to die, and perhaps would suggest that anyone who read the book also may deserve to die for putting that in your head. Hmmm. To that I can only say that we all probably deserve to be dead. Who hasn't read something that maybe wasn't all that wholesome and then regretted having put those ideas in one's head? Just flip on the TV and your ears may be regaled with negativities and sad stories of tawdry affairs. So that was weird. In many words there is not going to be a lack of sin. So I don't see how you can surgically draw these lines as to who should live or die without making some huge mistake and also we remember where it says that the rain of judgment falls alike on the just and the unjust and know that we can't make life fair by trying. We have to trust that God is in control of the big picture. We sort of think that we ought to be concerned about everything and then we remember that we can only put one foot in front of the other. Time is short and then we die and the next generation will have to figure out its own thing.

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The diaries of great-grandmother occasionally mention the name of Hannah Anderson, but I doubt that this Hannah friend of hers could have been any Miss More and also be someone else's great-grandmother. Uhuh, yes, so there's an obvious point for dull minds to ponder.

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Ok, so someone is making some snarky point about the finishing schools of Lausanne, and doesn't the AG also operate some boarding schools for the jetsetting crowd? Schools are not the same things as churches. Yes, and since when is a TV station a church? Yes, those are some deep points that I don't really have the wherewithal to address at this time. Just that some people are desperate for attention even if they don't what they are talking about.

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It is interesting, but merely coincidental, to note that the name of Zimmerman, a pastor at the Carlsbad church, appears frequently in great-grandmother's diaries in the 1960s. It does not logically follow, however, that my missionary parents would approve of Mr. Zimmerman's plan to name himself dictator of the universe. Actually my parents were among the missionaries who were against Mr. Zimmerman's plan to appoint himself dictator of the universe. I don't remember the details of that, if that were even the same Zimmerman, not that I would need to explain that in so many words, just that it was very controversial at the time and the Viking of Minnesota might still be angry and vengeful about that, even though the plan did not seem to be compatible with the missionary ideal of teaching the local churches to govern themselves. We really don't want to have to do that. We want them to grow up and stop acting like babies, ideally, although sometimes the reality is not so idyllic.

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I am suddenly reminded of Evangelist Richard Jeffries, who often held weeks long crusades in El Salvador sort of annually. Sometimes when he was in town I am thinking that he did speak at the Evangelistic Center, where we attended on Sunday mornings, and I enjoyed hearing him speak, always with an interpreter. He was a very good speaker and plenty of people got healed under his ministry, especially the deaf, and also salvation. Once I attended one of his crusade meetings with my mother and we sat near the back. But I don't know anything about him personally. We never had any personal contact with him. I don't have anything to add to what my parents and others could tell you about him. I can't imagine why anyone would imagine otherwise.

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Last time I checked my is not Helen nor has that changed in all this time. I think that you have greatly overestimated my awareness level in terms of these snarky Methodist junkheads. It sounds so chic and vogue to call yourself a "Global Servant" and jetset around the globe doing "good" deeds, a grip and grin mark here or there, and yet all this time you harbor nothing but malice and ill will toward poor little me, as if I would even know what you are talking about. Your stupid tirade reached my ears. I might be very late getting to this magazine junk but I had no clue. I wasn't planning to spend my life tracking their junk. I never really cared what they do.

Ok, so this makes me sound like a beggar, and yet I still don't think that it is fair to ask impoverished poor little me to pick up the bill for these snarky rich people. I still think that someone should be paying my research expenses as none of this junk does me any good while consuming too much of my time. It's just ridiculous.

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What was the name of that sports writer who was spying on me at work, complaining loudly about everything and eventually got himself fired? Was his name Greg? He left behind a lot of business cards but I didn't pick that aup. I don't want to be reminded of him. He was nothing.

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I seem to remember that Pastor Webber's wife was talking about the option of abortion. She had an amnioscentesis test to decide whether to terminate her last pregnancy. That was weird that a church pastor's wife would be talking about that which is how grandmother was telling us this story about the Webbers. Grandmother always did Mrs. Webber's hair on Saturdays. So that was weird but who are we to tell the Webbers what to do with their pathetic lives. The Webbers live in Arkansas so they are not our problem now.

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Yes, I seem to remember hearing that Pammie-Puke is a graduate of that Communist Institute known as Hillsdale College in Michigan. Certainly the way these people rant and rave about things that are none of their business it stands to reason that the Roberts family are Communist rabble undeserving of the "Conservative" label in any way, which makes one wonder what other Communist junk is sponsored by this Hillsdale institution.

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Yes, it is weird how all of these stupid people are so psyched up to Dis me in everything. As if. As if I were the barrier blocking them from the getting of the money. As if I were the problem. As if I even know what they are talking about.

The obvious solution to this dilemma is to remove myself from this situation. If my presence is removed, these people will be left shooting each other and/or eventually confronting the fact that I am really not their problem. Eventually they will come to see that they are their own worst enemies due to their own innately sinful nature. They will come to see their own need for a Savior who can bridge the great divide between God and man. Obviously I can't do that. So at least my removal from this picture is one step in the right direction.

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Yes, I too was opposed to abortion. I think that if you would like to see your article promoting abortion in a local newspaper, that you should be required to pay for advertising space. I would really rather not see my name attached to that and was actually in a weird way sort of relieved that the wording got somehow twisted around the opposite way even if the doctor was not happy about that and complained vociferously that his quotations were not accurate.

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Yes, it was in a dream, actually a nightmare, that I thought I heard Mr. Hoskins saying that he was holding me hostage as his revenge for the penalties that were imposed upon his two sons by the church due to their bad behavior. So because Robbie and David were found wicked, I too must be construed as wicked and suffer equivalent penalties in order to satisfy Mr. Hoskins' insatiable thirst for revenge. I don't like this picture, obviously. I don't see why I should pay for the wickedness of the trashy lowlife Hoskins tribe. I am not even acquainted with those dreary people and have no connection whatever to them. I have no idea where they are coming from and do not wish to bestow any benefits upon them when they obviously do not deserve it.

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Yes, I am vaguely reminded of Mrs. Kim Probate, a hideous little monster whose opinions and stupid mutterings are of no value whatever. She probably does not remember that the "5" Clique was notorious for being mainly a "Dissing" machine. You will probably never see the members of the "5" clique named to leadership positions because basically they just get together privately to dis everything so nobody can really trust them with actual information. One of their favorite topics for dissing seems to be me but I am not invited to their private dis meetings so I really can't explain that in so many words. I just know that I am not as stupid as they seem to imagine so obviously I am aware that something is going on behind my back that is not favorable to my interests. I think that if I could afford to move I certainly would get out of this place because there are too many of these Dissie Dogs of Michigan living nearby. I find it hard to understand why they would imagine themselves acquainted with me. I actually don't remember them and really couldn't care less about them.

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Yes, we all know that was no accident which prevents Robbie and David from getting licensed to preach to us. Their activities are limited, justifiably so, which is why it doubly annoys us when we see them poking their noses in places where they don't belong. They don't seem to have any notion of or respect for our personal boundaries which are justifiably in place to keep those beggarmen out.

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Yes, that was so rude of Pammie Puke to lie about me that way. And she even admitted that she lied. So am I supposed to pretend that she was ever a friend of mine? And who made Pammie Puke my Judge and Jury? I don't remember her hammery opinions being much in demand outside of the dreary "5" clique.

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In other subjects, someone has been taking about the money. The precise amount of money has not bene stated. Nor has the when, where, or why I should care been explained to my satisfaction so there is nothing for me to say about that. I don't anything else about the money. Don't we all want money in the bank to fund our lives? However, needless to say, flipping real estate and donut shop operations are not really on my list of potential funding sources. Not that I was even talking about that.

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And since when do I have to explain my private doings to a slobbering idiot named Rob Hoskins? I think that I am under no obligation whatever to explain anything to that horrid family.

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Years ago I remember attending a concert by that vocal group, Glad, that was popular in the 1980s. I remember that I went alone and sat near the back so that I could leave without being bothered. Later, at work I learned that Ed had also been at the same concert and perhaps noticed that I was also there and was talking about it. Ed said that he hated Glad and thought that the concert was terrible. He hated everything about it and was appalled. I like Glad, particularly their acapella stuff, so I can't quite agree with whatever Ed said. I remember that Ed is a French-fried idiot so one cannot take too seriously the pronouncements of Ed. More recently, I heard that he backslid and is now working for some New Age thing. So that figures. Whatever.

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Come to think of it, most of what I think I know about Michael Dible I learned from Irene, who thinks that she knows everything about him and was telling us all about his diagnosed mental problems and his mother, etc. Which makes me think that Mike really should be more cautious in his choice of counselor. I really wouldn't recommend Irene, who is a bit of a brittle broomstick. Irene has no idea of confidentiality. Your information will just be painted all over walls everywhere if you are confiding in Irene and her sources.

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I know for sure that I have never had any drug addict problem so Gordon is obviously talking to imaginary people again. You know, you really shouldn't be talking about all those imaginary voices in your head. You might get yourself a schizoid diagnosis, similar to Mike Dible, a co-worker who also has reddish hair. What was a computer programmer doing hanging out in a magic shop? He was told there that true success as a magician might require selling his soul to the devil and the way he was telling us about that showed that he seemed to find the prospect intriguing. As for myself, I was somewhat appalled that he would even entertain the thought. There is no place for me in that deal which is just fine with me.

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Yes, I do vaguely remember that someone was making the point that Disney sounds sort of like the city of 'Dis' which is mentioned in Dante's book, the 'Inferno,' as being located partway down the road to, well, you know where. Yes, come to think of it, it does seem an odd coincidence, even though we already know that Disney was actually just the surname of the founder of the amusement parks. Well, yes, it is true that there was a dark side to Walt as his famous film, 'The Sorceror's Apprentice,' provides ample evidence, you were saying. The broomstick just keeps coming back with more and more buckets of water until finally Mickey Mouse is drowning in the ocean. Yes, well, anyway, we really ought to remember that amusement parks are not a source of religious instruction. No one should expect to find church in there. Only entertainment. But we already knew that. So you were saying? Was I supposed to do something about that?

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Why all this chatter about Bartholomew Fair, a not-so-illustrious drama written in 1614 by one of Shakespeare's would-be imitators, Ben Johnson, focusing on an event illustrating the seedy side of lower class London? I blush to explain it in the presence of children who might be reading this. Some might describe Bartholomew Fair as the Disneyland of its time, the Renaissance era, but without the security and technology of our modern times, its reality was much less glorious and served as a magnet for criminal elements and shameless hucksters, even if its original purpose in medieval times had been charitable, that of raising funds for a hospital. Victorians closed it down in the mid-19th century and perhaps for good reason. It is often said that not everything that calls itself Christian is worthy of the name. Likewise, not everything that calls itself Bartholomew Fair can be construed as saintly or even fair. Perhaps even Bartholomew himself might prefer to reserve his name for a more noble purpose than amusement park rollercoasters and ferris wheels, carnival games and freak shows that mainly part people from their spare dollars. Well, money makes the world go round, as the song goes, and the charitable gong does have its promoters, perhaps. But I am not in the amusement park business so it is really not my place to comment. I really wouldn't know what they are getting at.

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I don't think that I know anyone named Jessie, so why all this chatter about Jessie? My sister's family has a dog named Jessie and that is the only Jessie that I am aware of. Perhaps we should finish tying this Gordian Knot. And since when have I ever heard of anyone named Gordon? Actually, I have never heard of anyone going by the name of Gordon and don't see any reason to communicate with this robotic apparatus claiming the appellation of Gordon. I actually don't know anything about Gordon and his dog Catherine. Really. I have no time to socialize with the denizens of Tidewater. I have only two short years to get in and and out of there without too many local complications. It will be important for me to finish my journalism degree on time and go out and get a job with paycheck as soon as possible to establish my work experience. I am not one of those boring people whose sole purpose in attending there was basically to score political points with those power persons such as the Bush and Robertson families. They seem to be very thick with each other but I don't know them personally, having only a passing acquaintance with that type of classmate. Political power persons aren't going to give me a paycheck, obviously. They don't care about regular working people such as myself. They only care about consolidating their political connections for maximum voting power. However, I am not in the business of endorsing candidates. If you had a job to offer that would be one thing. But just to natter on about trivialities of no consequence is a huge waste of my time and energies. You obviously have boatloads of money and power so you won't be needing me for anything. But I don't really need to say this in so many words.

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Yes, it is a bit awkward for me to be surrounded by these horribly savage, bloodthirsty French Catholics who basically don't care. They are going to kill me, a Protestant, even though I am no Huguenot and don't know the first thing about Saint Bartholomew, just that he was skinned alive, a martyr's death in the 1st century A.D.. The sum total of everything I know about Huguenots I read quite recently in the old magazines, Knickerbocker and Fraser's. There is nothing that I can add to the written record, just that someone upstairs seems to ahve his facts confused on these points. I do hope our cousins enjoy their French Catholic captivity because, basically, that is all they are going to get from me. I can't change history. The facts are what they are. I don't know anything about it.

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It is a bit awkward, having this stupid Mr. Scott pretending to be related to us. They only have a shrill hag named Renell, whose pathetically stupid screeches sometimes reach our ears. I am sorry that her life was so miserable but they only have themselves to blame. Stop trying to use me as some sort of excuse for your own stupidity.

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When I was in college I remember walking across campus and encountering a group of people standing around listening to the Swedish Cederblom boys talking and singing and playing their guitars. When they would see me they would say this is our sister Candi when introducing me to the group of people whose names I can't recall. Ok, well, don't all Pentecostal Christians call each other brother and sister in a spiritual sense? So whatever. But on the other hand there was a sarcastic tone to that and some people were interpreting that in other ways which made them seem not very sincere in their avowals of Christian friendship when that would come back around later. I am just saying. Needless to say, I am not even slightly related to those Swedish Vikings. It does seem weird that to see all these Thor-centric simple-minded Vikings pretending to be our Christian brothers and sisters at church and then behind our backs playing the Devil's game. But I am not in a good position to explain this. They would just kill me if I tried to explain. I would just be dead because I actually have no stupid Viking blood in my family tree.

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Or maybe I heard Linda's retelling of the story of Vic's sister being murdered by her boyfriend. I don't remember now how I heard the story. It was just a story that I heard from somewhere but I really don't know those people very well. Who did I hear this from? So they were all there helping them move in to their new house when the boyfriend pulled out a gun and killed Vic's sister. Or something like that. That is all I can remember. Very sad.

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Yes, I remember Victor telling us the sad story of his sister who was murdered by her boyfriend. I don't remember the details of that. There were quite a few other people standing around listening to this story, whenever that was, so obviously no one can control what someone else might have done with all that information. I really wouldn't know. I hadn't even thought of that until about an hour ago.

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Someone keeps saying that they wish they could arrest me for something. Anything. I really wasn't planning to live a life of crime but also, why should I work so hard when you have already told me that you are just going to trick me and pull the rug out from under me so that all my hard work will count for nothing? It doesn't make any sense for me to try to do anything. I will just be killed later so I might as well just enjoy the comfort of my solitary amoeba cell life such as it may be. Later I will just be dead and I am not seeing any escape hatch to that. I am just dead in the water it would seem.

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It is rather disconcerting for me to know that this slobbering idiot Vic Alexander from North Carolina is out there sniping at me behind my back, as if anyone ever cared about him. Years ago at our church in Oakland Park he was one of the "Five" people who always did things together without including anyone else and were always so full of mostly themselves, imagining themselves to be the most popular five people on the planet while everyone else just felt sort of left out of the clique and yet not really caring that much because everybody knows that cliquey people are just that way, and that given a little time the "five" cliquey idiots of Oakland Park will be swept away in the tide of reality in the real world.

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Yes, Victor Alexander told some entertaining tales of his work as a bank teller in South Florida many years ago but mostly he wasn't talking to me. He mostly was talking to his favored shrill Italian hags such as Rosanne or else that Canadian witch, Linda, to whom he was symbiotically attached.

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Yes, it is a bit awkward, these horribly wicked rich people buzzing around as if they had anything intelligent to say to me, pretending to be nice people when actually they are so mean to me. They use me and abuse me and then they toss me in the nearest garbage can, all to clarify someone else's Dutch junk that I don't even know anything about. I am too old now to beat them up and I don't relish the prospect of getting stung so I will just have to leave them rotting in their own purgatorial vomit because, anyway, it was always their own private beehive. Anyway, who am I to explain their private garbage? I just don't care.

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Oh, I never noticed that before. My Uncle thinks that he is a Romanist. My Aunt thinks she is an Orangeist. Maybe that explains why they didn't get along very well. But I wouldn't know anything about that.

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Yes, I have noticed that "Stock-am-Eisen—or, The Iron Trunk," a two-part story from the Knickerbocker magazine of 1933, is an odd creature. Is it fiction? Is it history? Or is it satire? It would seem the answers may be yes and no. It is not clear to me but I really would not know anything about that anyway. Since when have I ever heard of Knickerbocker magazine? No, I don't particularly favor knee-length knickers. Who would risk being seen in such an odd out-of-fashion sense? And who has time to read through all these old things? As in a dream I think I heard someone talking about this but I wouldn't be able to understand. Even now, though I have read the "Iron Trunk" story, still I don't quite understand what the fuss is about. Its use of names of prominent aristocrats and rulers of the late 18th century or early 19th century gives it a feeling of history. And yet the names do not seem to match the historical record. Who was this princess Louisa? Wikipedia turns up a Princess Louisa of Great Britain, but she lived mostly in London and died unmarried at age 19. Louisa was passed over and her two years younger sister was chosen for the marriage to Christian VII of Denmark. Caroline's children were Frederick and Louise, whose husband also was named Frederick. This Louise and Frederick were later divorced. Although they had three children—Christian, Frederick, and Caroline—Louise favored her brother's aspirations at the expense of her own family. Anyway , it is not likely that Louisa of Great Britain, who died at age 19, would ever come in contact with the story's commoner anti-hero, Frederick Stapps, who died an ignominious bachelor death after his attempted assassination of the incipient Napoleon, if that ever happened, at least that way. Anyway, there are several Princess Louise, but they are all from Denmark, and wasn't Federick Stapps living in Germany? I am confused. Princess Louisa's father was Frederick, Prince of Wales, not Frederick V of Denmark who was married to Princess Louise of Great Britain, daughter of King George II. How odd that Martin Luther's monastery should be named en route to the underground cave featuring an idol figure of Thor, deity of the Vikings. Oh, I thought Thor was strictly a Viking deity limited to Sweden and Norway. Since when are the Germans confounded with the Vikings? I am confused. So?

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Yes, my uncle has only himself to blame for having dragged home this Dutch dog Linda with all of her hugely buzzing beehive hairdo and famous temper tantrums. As if it were all about Linda and her bratty brood. I am tired of hearing about those people. They create their own problems and then they expect me to pay for their garbage, as if I should care. I could say something similar of this stupid Seitz and Venture riff-raff, whoever they may be. I know nothing of them and could not care less, especially not now. Just go away and stop bothering me. Nothing you can say will improve metters now. You just don't matter that much, and yet we know you will just always be there nattering and buzzing like the obnoxious nuisance that you always were.

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Yes, I do think that the military is an appropriate dumping place for these F-bomb idiots. I suppose that the military gives these F-bomb idiots a place to vent their excess aggressions in a more legitimate way. Even so, I do not see what that has to do with me and my family. We don't have this F-bomb disease in our family tree that I ever heard of.

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It does seem odd, all this obsession with Tom Tom Tom. I don't think that I ever had any friend named Tom. I only vaguely remember a Tom whose vocabulary mainly consisted of F— F— F—. That is the only Tom that I can remember.