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When I was out and about a few years ago I remember hearing David's voice out there talking about how he cannot think of going into the ministry because of his wife, who is apparently some dippy French bimbo specializing in racy French literature. That is a sad story but I really don't want to hear more about that. David himself always was hyper-legalistic so he should know that if he had wanted to go into the ministry he should have thought about that before he got married because marriage is forever, or should be. Once you tie the knot, nobody wants to hear more about your sad 'what if' stories. You did that to yourself and it can't be undone.

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I do remember that when we were in El Salvador my mother told me a story about one of the pastors or assistants who was caught in, let's just say, a compromising position with a woman on the church staff to whom he was not married. My mother said something about the details of the situation but I do not remember the names of the persons who were involved in that scantily clad affair. Some of those people just all look alike to me. I wouldn't really be able to point out those two individuals from the crowd so I don't see that there would be anything for me to say about that. It was the church's business to discipline them in a way appropriate way to the positions of responsibility which they had failed to fulfill according to the rules adopted by the church. There is really nothing that I can add to that.

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Yes, there is really nothing that I would need to discuss with a blood-sucking Transylvanian colonist vampire named Max. I would not be able to explain that to myself even if I had tried. Some words must have gotten jumbled in my head because I don't exactly remember how that happened. When my mother explained to me what I had said, I was saying: Oops! And thinking that I must have an acute case of foot-in-mouth disease somehow. How could I be so stupid? Anyway, I was only trying to be friendly, to say hello, but really I would not want him to accidentally think that I ever liked him that much, and after that, even more NOT.

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I seem to remember that I finally did hang up the phone when the telemarketing surveyor's questions were getting too, shall we say, fresh. If that is what you call modern and edgy, then I don't need it.

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No one mentioned whether Dareda is related to the famous airplane makers. It is hard to imagine that some brilliant airplane makers could have produced such a horrible monstrosity as this obnoxious Dareda, who spewed poison all over the place. I might have flown on airplanes from time to time but I have no knowledge of the inner workings of their family problematics of their aircraft.

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That was very awkward to be listening to someone who almost sounds like the devil himself. He says that he wants to disassemble my brain and tear me into little pieces. What a scary thought. Clearly there is no love lost there. But we already know from the Bible that the devil is a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour. So just proving that you have the design and ability to destroy my body proves nothing but your own wicked identity. But your hatred is no secret. Obviously I would have to die rather than submit to that. And yet I cannot schedule my own funeral just yet. I might need to live a while longer. So there is a conundrum, the now and the not yet. I am leaving this planet but my departure time is not yet.

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I am suddenly reminded of a time when I was in the journalism class working on school newspaper and my co-assistant editor Kathy reached over and hit me on the stomach and made some comment about my stomach not being entirely flat. So that was weird. I just shrugged and made no reply because my mind just goes blank when Kathy says these weird things. I wasn't that fat but neither was I ever that thin.

And then many years later Stacy at church made a similar comment about my stomach protruding, not being entirely flat, and asked if I was or had ever been pregnant. My answer is no, that I am just perhaps a bit overweight. I think I said that if I were pregnant that would be the second time in history. But, Ok, so maybe my numbering could have been a bit off. Anyway, my point was that no, I was not pregnant then, nor had I ever been pregnant. So enough said about that. What is wrong with these people, that they are so fixated in their fault-finding that they would even invent something to accuse me of, and even try to fabricate the non-existent proof of something that never happened? Their desperation is very annoying.

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Yes, I suppose that I say should thanks for the diploma. I have it stored in a drawer somewhere. It may have some important signatures on it. So that was an accomplishment of a sort. Of course, I already know that a diploma is not necessarily an automatic passport to career heaven. The rest of it is all up to me. I cannot expect the college to hand me a career on a silver platter. I have to go out there and get my own job and make my own path in the career world. Colleges often have an alumni office that offers contact information but that only means that I have to make the effort to go and look for that and then send out my cover letter and resume and then hope to get a favorable response or not. Sometimes the college reputation also helps and sometimes not. So it is just all up to me.

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Truth be told, I did not invite Dareda and Company to stop by my room and talk to me. They are the ones who barged in uninvited and proceeded to vomit their poison all over the walls. What was I supposed to do about that? I am often told that I should be more friendly, so I tried to listen politely. But, yes, some of their subject matters were rather problematic from an ethical point of view. There is not always a written statutory law to explain in so many words something that is a bad idea all things considered. Truth be told, I never did like Dareda all that much. I always thought she was sort of weird and self-absorbed in an immature sort of way. I wasn't going to verbalize that but since she turned out to be even more horrible than I had imagined, I find myself obliged to return fire for fire. I would not want to find myself in the position of having to defend her and her big fat mouth, obviously, which is another reason why I resented being attacked later by Pam and Company. Why is it that some of the most obnoxious people I ever met are from the Dakotas? I am sure that I don't know the half of it. Anyway, I did not return to Evangel the next year so that solved everything. With me living in another state, the pit bulls of Evangel will have to find someone else to target. The thought of having to go through another stupid argument with Jan is just too exhausting to contemplate.

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As I was saying, I never had any thought of the broadcasting business. I have no on-air experience and am not photogenic to put it mildly. The last thing I would want would be some nightmare about having to appear on camera all the time. Even when I was younger, the idea of having to compete against some glamorous blonde model type would be ridiculous. Why would I want to compete in a game in which I don't have the goods and could not help but lose? Obviously blondes are going to win that game, so why bother? I don't see why you would need to remind me that I can't win. I already knew that.

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I am suddenly reminded of being in study hall in high school and hearing some taunting remarks sort of directed in my direction, mostly by Kathy, something about my rabbit ears and so on. Whatever. Was I supposed to answer that? I would really rather not dignify the rotten attitude of these dreary Italians with any comment. That would give too much credit to them at my expense and I am not that dumb. These Italians certainly do give new meaning to the concept of excommunication but since I am a Protestant I don't see it that way. I really don't care what about what they are saying. Was I supposed to reward these attempts to stew me in a broth all of leeks with some sort of prize? That would be illogical. I think that if I ignore them, perhaps someday these immigrant pizza tossers will learn that they must verbalize their thoughts in English language understandable to ordinary U.S. natives such as myself. I just don't speak their private Italian gobbledy-gook street language. That much I get.

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That wasn't very nice of you to send someone to tell me that I am your voodoo doll and that you are going to completely restuff me and stick me with thousands of pins and needles. And also, you wanted to know when I am going to go to New York. Well, if that is all there is for me to look forward to in New York, mostly torture and misery, I don't really see any reason for me to go there. If it is a snake handler that you seek, I would suggest that you hire a professional, which would definitely not be me. We don't do snake handling here. Personally, I don't believe in tempting fate. Bad things sometimes happen to people who think they can test God.

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Yes, it is a bit awkward for us to see this hideous fag Susan poking around behind the scenes, as if there were something that we were supposed to say about her. We don't know anything about her or why she pretends to know something about us when actually her name does not yet have any meaning to us, myself not remembering what were the married names of Uncle Winfred's two daughters. I only figured that out later after I had done my genealogy. And even so, I still don't see the connection.

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Oh, I just remembered something about Mr. Schaeffer, our 10th grade science teacher, something about one of his more embarrassing moments. But I wasn't even thinking about that. So typical of these absent-minded professors to think that they are being talked about all the time. Not so.

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I really need to get back to work now. So maybe one of these days I will get a round Tuit.

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The Amish custom of bundlings was explained to us by Mr. Schaeffer, our 10th grade biology teacher, amongst many of his entertaining digressions, but you were not there so you would not be able to explain that correctly. Enough said.

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Why is this clueless person yapping in my face something about the Amish? I have nothing against the Amish. I am not aware of there being any Amish in our family tree. But even if there were, they can meet in their own little house churches and nobody is going to complain about whatever they want to do as long as they don't come over here and try to burn me out of house and home, in which case I would have to kill them first, and they shouldn't be imagining that I wouldn't have a clear-cut case of self-defense in case of war. I am not sure what happened originally, just that their own grandmother was disgusted with their rotten attitudes or something like that, and grandmother to us always seemed more credible to us than them. Always. But I really wasn't paying attention to the details of that. I really don't want to know the dreary details.

By the same token, I really need to get back to work and leave those Club Med whiners on the resort beach baking their skins to a cancerous hue because, really, who doesn't know that two plus two equals four? Where have you been?

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I am not sure why our cousins keep saying that they feel themselves pressured to join the military. I really don't see why they say that. Yes, I suppose that the military might have been an easy free ride with all of those benefits. The army pays for everything for them. But personally the army system seemed to me such a boring thing because I just was never interested in that type of thing. I would rather have a normal job with paycheck and take care of myself without their interference. Thanks anyway.

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We see that hideous fag Andrea has yet to explain her illicit affair with doggie dike Deborah. If there was anyone "out" at our college it would have been Deborah, who has yet to explain her rainbow affairs with Lynda. Everyone knows that Deborah is a pathetically horrible person so when she, through Lynda, accused me of being "out," I shrugged that off as more of Deborah's pathetically stupid nonsense. Why would anyone take that seriously, unless you are also "out" of your mind?

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The parable of Jesus says that those who started work early and those who did not start working until later all received the same wages. Thus you will understand my indifference to the idiotic claims of Cori to special treatment because she was employed in serving fast food long before I thought of establishing a career. So she has worked for her money by stuffing enchiladas. Ho hum! Jesus treats of us all the same is the way I read the Bible. Cori is often known to fly into idiotic screaming fits and snits. Ok, so she hates me. Whatever. That said, my confidence in Christ has nothing to do with stupid chatterings of Cori.

So what if she just got through strewing my guts all over the place. And you expect me to just get up and carry on as if nothing weird was going on. So whatever

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Needless to say, I would rather kill myself than to allow certain trashy persons to tell me how to train my daughters. Just because Beverly made some stupid mistake, that does not justify the intrusion of her stupid in-laws. We already know that Hazel had mental problems, but that was never my problem. There just won't be any daughters of mine for you Richard's wicked horrible family to train. I will just kill myself before they will rule over me.

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During high school one of our classmates was seen with a copy of the famous, or infamous if you prefer, novel called "The Valley of the Dolls." Her locker was near mine but that does not mean that I ever read that book. So all of these "Dolly" jokes are utterly meaningless to me. I have heard of the famous country singer and even seen her on TV but there is nothing of personal acquaintance to speak of.

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It was not for no reason that our high school newspaper was called the "Trojan Times." You living in your alternate reality of Sparta may think that pictures tell the whole story but it is not so. Learning to read has great value in terms of making sense of reality and the world around you, and you cannot put literacy back in the box. But I have not enough time to explain everything to you. You will just need to learn how to read someday. I have no more patience for these illiterates.

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Karen of Pennsylvania was a scary sophomore, always screaming about how she hated initiation so much that she will not rest until she has inflicted double the torture that she suffered upon the next incoming class of freshmen. So that was another reason not to return to Evangel to live a life tormented by these scary dogs. I can just take my marbles and go home. Evangel just wasn't that important to me.

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One day at Evangel someone asked me what was that bottle in a paper bag that I was seen carrying into the dorm? Answer: Welch's grape juice. Oh! Even so, said Miss Keating from Oklahoma City, I should not be seen walking into the dorm carrying a bottle of any kind in a paper bag. People will wonder what I am hiding. Yes, I suppose that is true. Even so, I know that I did nothing wrong so Miss Keating's opinions of paper bags are such a bore, especially this many years later.

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I don't quite remember who it was, when I was at Evangel, who first brought up the subject of vibrators, so I really shouldn't be guessing later. So a few days later my roommate Jan was talking about some things and I said to her that she could always use one of those things on herself. What a flippant thing for me to say! What was I thinking? And maybe that wasn't quite fair because, come to think of it, it really wasn't Jan who first brought up that subject. It was someone else whose name I have forgotten. I could name a few other people but if I guess wrong I would only be compounding the error. At that point several things were blurring together in my mind. I later happened to see one of those things on a store shelf near the digital alarm clocks and mixers and blenders, which seemed very weird to me. Why are we talking this way at a Christian college? Don't these girls have mothers to explain anything to them? Your head is full of magazine junk and not much else, obviously. So all of these things would make you wonder, obviously.

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When I was in high school our mascot was a Trojan. There was a cartoon picture of a little warrior in his armor.

However, I was talking one day to a person who was telling me that there were some people in our high school who actually consider themselves the Spartans because of their predilection for sports and the military arts. They are spartan of lifestyle and fierce of personality it would seem. Oh, I didn't know that. I just thought we were all the Trojans.

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Why are all these dark-skinned women putting so much faith in the words of old King Solomon? He's dead now, has been dead for a long time, and even if he were still alive, do you really think you would ever get a prime spot in the harem, with all your attitude problems? Well, no one can really answer these questions. It's just all vanity of vanities.

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Ok, so you wanted me to tell you about the Baja field trip and the Mexican vanilla. So why didn't you just ask me about that instead of everything else but, even though I wouldn't have known why that was important at the time. But I may need vanilla for baking cookies someday.

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I don't know how you expect me to defend the politicians of another country whose party politics has other definitions than ours. They have to answer to their own people. I don't know very much about them in political terms. I might be able to rattle off a few names but what goes on behind the scenes is not so easily explained by me. I was from a missionary family so I did not think that it was my job to build political bridges at the time. In fact, our rules basically tell us not to get involved in the local politics. That would be one way to get stuck in a quagmire that could thwart our primary purpose of building churches.

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There was a book that we read in high school, in Spanish literature, called "Mr. President." Someone was saying that I should not have read that book but I don't see why not. It really wasn't the worst of the bunch that we were assigned in high school. Some people think that women should be illiterate still but I don't see it quite that way. It was written by a Guatemalan author who won the Nobel Prize so obviously it probably did have some literary merit. It was very controversial in a political sense as were many of those books. One of the characters is called Angel Face, and when you remember that the author's own middle name was "Angel" you start to wonder if he was casting himself in the picture in some fictionalized way. Or was this "Angel" a supernatural creature of the fallen sort? Or is the use of the name "Angel" a political satire in itself, as the character in the book was a political henchman who cleans up the president's dark deeds and thus tries to put a happy face on an otherwise tyrannical dictatorship. Well, he actually was satirizing a certain Guatemalan dictator's presidency but since we didn't really know very much about that history we mostly focused on the descriptions of the poverty and corruption, because that's what happens when the rich trample on the poor.

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While in college I went on a field trip during the January term. For three weeks we traveled in two fans through Baja California and Mexico studying desert biology. I do remember that one time when we stopped at a Mexican grocery store, one of our science teachers recommended that we take advantage of the opportunity to buy a huge jug of Mexican vanilla which supposedly is better than the diluted, highly processed variety that is found in tiny jars on the average U.S. grocery store shelf and supposedly is more pure vanilla and of better flavor. So probably some of us did that. So? Who is going to argue with a science teacher with a doctoral degree in these matters?

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You often remind me of the lawsuit in which my grandparents were the losers. This involved the famous oil well drilled to find out if there was anything in it, as the letter writer said. You often liken their case to that of Ananias and Sapphira who were suddenly struck dead because their sale of property was misrepresented to the buyers. Well, we cannot dispute the facts of the lawsuit at this late date. However, most of these events occurred long before I was even born so I really cannot speak to that. All I can do is quote something in the Bible about how the sins of the parents and grandparents are not revisited upon the children. Obviously we cannot undo those past events, but also we cannot tolerate being shamed for events of which we were completely unaware. We can only start with the pieces that we found in the box and go from there.

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Yes, I suppose that those Canadians do have a problem, trying to pass off their cranky dog Ann Campbell as anything but horrible. Ann is always angry about everything so I have long since ceased to care what Ann thinks about anything. Especially is she always angry at me. I already know that Ann will always disagree with me on every point so, anyway, whatever. It has been a long time since I gave any thought to the dull and boring Campbells.

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Pam was climbing through the walls trying to find out what we had been talking about. However, I was really not interested in discussing the facts of life with that hideous fag. If I had to choose a role model it would not be Pam Fart of South Dakota. But I already had a mother who already explained to me the facts of life so I really don't need the input of these nasty prairie dogs. I just need to be alone to sort things out in my mind without their stupid interference.

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I wonder what makes the Cranfords think that I would want any part of their pile of rocks near the Dallas area. My grandmother might have had some emotional attachment to the farm of her birthplace, but to me Uncle Winfred's pile of rocks holds no particular appeal. I am not allowed to sell the mineral rights that belong to my mother. But as for the farm and its pile of rocks, I really have no interest in renewing the petition originally made by my grandmother. That would be pointless. We already know how Uncle Winfred callously shrugged that off. We already know that the Cranfords consider themselves entitled to all of the profits from the crushed rock operations and are not willing to share with us anything more than is legally required. So while we may be entitled to royalties from the natural gas, if they are fracking oil we really wouldn't know anything about that. It is not like they would ever tell us anything. To me Dallas is just another boring place of no interest.

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While I was in college at SCC I do remember that one of our classmates was named Kevin Johnson. However, I do not remember anything specific about him, just that he was blond. He appeared as a nondescript boring person of no interest as far as I was concerned. I never had any conversation with him or heard anything about him. Thus it seems odd that I would lately be hearing him muttering various threats and curses against me behind my back. During college I didn't think about him at all. Maybe he is saying that he has a problem with thinking outside the box, but I wouldn't know anything about that. In college I would have been utterly clueless about such finer points of wording.

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During the year that I was at Evangel College I remember that June was rooming with Pam Hart of South Dakota, a horrible person whom I instinctively detested. I am not sure why. I just didn't like her. And then after the girls' chat in my room, in which June played such a vocal role, one wonders what June said later to Pam about that in the privacy of their dorm room because then Pam was climbing through the walls trying to learn more about it. Well, she wasn't there at the time so I really can't explain in so many words that outrageous thing that Darlene Embry said although maybe I did make one failed attempt later and shouldn't have even tried, thus sparing myself the trauma. So obviously if I try to explain that, I would just make a bigger mess.

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While I was in college, at SCC, we had living in the dorms with us a married couple who were said to be having an open marriage. She lived in the girls' dorms and he with the boys. I don't know if that lasted more than a semester or two. At the time this story was told to me I sort of knew who they were, having seen their faces around campus once or twice, but after all this time I cannot remember their names or who they were or anything about them. I cannot answer the obvious questions: Did their so-called marriage survive college? How could this possibly happen at a Christian college? Why is our stupid RA not doing something about this? Well, I was not the RA so it was not my place to do something about that. I imagine that the information would eventually get around to them, probably already had before I even heard about this, but our RA's live on some other planet so there was no telling what they might have done.

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Jill Anderson was making some comment about being Baker Acted. That was a new term for me. She probably learned that joke from her psycho sister, Sue Watkins. So if your psychologist thinks that you are suicidal and likely to kill yourself, they are required by law to report you to the authorities in advance of your actually carrying out the suicidal intentions that you expressed during your session. I don't remember the context of Jill's comment, just that the use of Baker's chocolate squares do not qualify as justification for this vast invasion of privacy. I am just saying.

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I don't know how you expect us to accomplish anything while the dreary denizens of Dallas are allowed to run roughshod over all of our personal interests. Wasn't it they who murdered Uncle Herb? Wouldn't they be likely to kill me too if I were to set foot in that dreary city called Dallas? Yes, there would be no reason for me to go there to be humiliated by the dreary whiners of Dallas. I wouldn't know who my friends or enemies are. All the people I would hope would be my friends would turn out to be my enemies and also my enemies would be packing more punch than I had originally estimated. Thus, the thought of going to Dallas has no appeal for me.

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I don't know how you expect us to accomplish anything at all while the dreary denizens of Dallas/Denton are allowed to run roughshod over all of our personal interests. There are many things too personal to discuss with their brood of wicked children, I don't really care how many. 8? 9? Not meaning to be mean, but they don't really have the paperwork to warrant poking their noses into matters that are none of their concern. We may or many not have some paperwork but won't need the Warrens' interference for anything, thanks anyway. I hadn't thought of expressing this thought in so many words, but since Geordgie Pordgie Puddin Pie is so urgently insisting on a pack of nonsense, I must say: So?

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Of course, knowing what I know now, I probably never would have gone back to California for college or ever. Never. But back in the old days I had no idea that I had so many enemies among the People of California who so utterly despise me and think of nothing else but how many extraneous curses they may heap on my head somehow, as if I even knew what they were talking about. I really wasn't expecting everybody to like me but back in the old days it seemed like at least some people were friendly and nice enough. I just didn't see it that way back in the old days.

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And who is calling who an Amalekite? Why you wretched Girgashite, Hivite, Perrizite, Parasite! Well, I do remember some people at college were calling me a Parasite but I don't remember why. I wasn't asking them for anything, don't want their dirty money anyway, am not involved in the practice of fundraising for nonprofit organizations, so it was just gratuitous name-calling as far as I was concerned. I am supposed to just ignore these ignorant whiners because, really, they don't know what they are talking about and, anyway, college is not a good place or time to address these points. I am not yet in a good position to blow them away.

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One day near the end of my second semester at Evangel College I came back to my dorm room to find that all of Jan's things were gone. The window and door were open and Sue Waligunda, who is of Ukrainian descent, was there to tell me that Jan Green was gone now and that she had propped the door and window open to clear the air, to dispel the clogged air. Ok, so that was nice of Sue. How it came about that Jan was expelled from the dorm I really don't quite remember. I wasn't there for the final confrontation so I really don't know exactly what happened or what the last straw was. I just know that it actually was sort of a relief to have the room all to myself for the last couple of weeks or so. It is hard to say who was a more outrageous person, June or Jan. Also present were Karen from Pennsylvania, Darlene Embry, Cindy, and I'm not sure who else. It is hard to explain how such a supposedly spiritual Bible major protege of Dr. Baldwin could be such a depressing roommate as far as I was concerned. There never seems to be anything nice to say about her that I can remember, but the Green family are horribly nasty rich people so it is somewhat unfortunate for me to be on the wrong side of them.

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Oh, ha ha ha! Shrill hag Dorothy pretending to be Mother Superior of the Dominican order. These haughty arrogant Swedish people are so utterly selfish and greedy, thinking only of themselves and never of anyone but themselves and their own greedy Scanned-e-Navient selfish desires.

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I really don't care what you say. I always did strongly dislike those whiners Sharon, Debbie and Rose at college. I just don't like them, personally speaking, but that's just me. I don't care how well they sing or play the piano. I just don't like them, personally speaking. Not to be mean or anything but I always did think they were deeply weird and to be avoided in general because, anyway, nobody really knows what they are talking about and, anyway, who cares? I just don't care. I just can't let those weird people run my life. I have to think for myself and find my own life because, obviously, if it all were up to them there wouldn't be anything left over for me. I can't expect or depend on them for anything.

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So maybe now those Dominican fryers will get a clue and stop trying to lure me to their dreary convent. I really don't care about them that much. There is a limit to how much tribulation one poor person such as myself can endure.

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Oh, I was not aware of the Italian fairy tales, but yes I do suppose that they would have them. Pretty much all cultures of the world have fairy tales of one sort or another so it is not surprising that there would also be Sicilian fairy tales of which you were perhaps referring but I did not understand then. Here they are now for those who are so inclined to compare and contrast the fairy tales of island culture, be it Ireland or Sicily. As for me, I really don't have much interest in reading more fairy tales now that I am an adult. I suppose that the global supply of fairy tales is quite large and where would it end? I really don't remember much about that. You must have gotten me confused with someone else.

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When I was at Evangel College, I remember hearing June talk about how she and some other girls went to the campus of the Central Baptist College that was in the same city to use their library or eat at their snack bar or something. I don't remember specifically what they were doing there, but while they were there they struck up a conversation with some Baptist boy there, and he responded saying that their rules did not permit him to be seen speaking in public to such girls as them. So this incident was discussed as an example of the extreme conservatism of the Baptist college. Yes, I am quite certain that the Baptist version of CBC may be even more conservative than ours in some ways. Of this I have no doubt. However, personally speaking, I really see no reason to go there and meddle with those people's heads. They have their own peculiar rules to go by and we have ours. I tend to think that they really wouldn't understand us.

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"Come up and see me some time," said June from Massachusetts, blinking luridly, imitating the movie lines of Mae West's saloon girl, during the college talent show at Evangel College, part of an impromptu version of "The Dating Show." I also remember that two guys imitating the Blues Brothers poured a goldfish bowl into a blender and turned it on. Ick!

Well, June lived down the hall from me that year so I can vouch that she was prone to saying the most outrageous things, on or off stage matters not. She was making the most of a resemblance to Bette Midler, and wasn't Bette Midler wildly popular at the time? But sometimes these movie things do not play so well at Christian colleges. I can easily imagine that some people would have been outraged at June's sayings and doings but I really don't remember very much about that. I didn't go back to Evangel the next year so I can't really say more about that.

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It seems clear enough that the voters had spoken. Nobody really wanted Anne poking around behind the scenes. But if she wants to have her own private pity party, well, nobody can really begrudge her that.

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Why all this yapping about the State of Mass? So you think that attending Catholic Mass once a year will keep you covered on the political front. Personally speaking, I have never been that far north. Baltimore is the farthest north that I have ever been at present. Whether it is Chappaqua or Chappaquidick to which you refer, I know nothing of a personal nature. All I can offer to you is Dauna's empty head on a platter. Plus a parroting of the anti-Kennedy political mutterings of various family members. We were Republicans so obviously we would not care to hear more about the various intrigues and connivings of them. But I suppose all that money can buy you a lot of friends and political connections.

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How many times do I have to explain that just having red hair and freckles does not constitute one an Irish Catholic? The truth is much more complicated than that. There might be some Irish there among other things but this is not a reason to establish worthless dialogue with the dreary Kennedy clan, who although immensely rich are otherwise impossible. I am not interested in being a minion of them. This is supposed to be America where we are free of these silly European prejudices.