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Truly, you do give me too much credit for omniscience and manipulation of data. I really did not know that my Dad had an uncle named Sam, much less anything any relatives living in the Bay Area. I only knew of my mother's side of the family who lived in Northern California. Needless to say, Cori has been fired from any connection to me. I will not be accepting any more camping invitations from those dreary people. I can never know what garbage they are trying to attach to me behind my back unbeknownst to me so obviously it would be dangerous for me to be associated with them. At least I know that now, even if I did not know it then. Hmmm. I could say something similar about those nasty Southern Coneheads, especially that trashy cheater Irene, so rich and yet so pathetically stupid. Obviously, the trashy Boyds ought to be fired from office because they only got where they are by cheating with stupid Conehead Irene, not because they ever learned to speak proper Spanish.

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One book that I did read during high school was the novel by Taylor Caldwell, "The Glorious Physician," which attempts to novelize the story of Luke, the physician who wrote two books of the New Testament as letters to his friend Theophilus. The book attempts to work in a lot of historical information about ancient civilization during the Roman Empire but the author's modernist outlook gives short shrift to the gospel story . After all, don't we all know that ancient Roman civilization was horribly wicked, the Roman people brutal and cruel? So why give so much attention to the Romans? Obviously we wouldn't want to go back to that. The whole point of Christianity was to transform the society from the inside out, by the renewing of minds, one person at a time, and not to allow ourselves to be molded by society. We are not to be conformed to this world, a form that is fading and will soon pass away.

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All of these things do make me wonder now what was contained in the book written by Helen Calkins that was never published, perhaps describing her childhood in India. I don't know how you expect me to comment on a person of whose existence I was not aware until quite recently. I just have no idea what that would be about.

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One book that I did read during high school was "The Diary of Anne Frank," which had been recommended or mentioned by someone. So she falls in love with the only male available to her at the time, which does not show much discretion, you were saying. You were telling me that the lack of morality displayed in her writings proves that she deserved to be thrown into the ovens to die, unlike the chaste and self-sacrificing Corrie Ten Boom. Hmmm.... For one thing, just reading this book does not make me Jewish and also does not mean that I would share in the deeds of indiscretion described verbally in the book. Also, are you trying to say that many trashy sluts are surviving because they did not verbalize or express their misdeeds in writing so as not to get caught? Or that the authors of all trashy books ever written are automatically caught and thus killed? Or that that was the reason she died? Or that persons innocent and unaware of the misdeeds of others did not also perish in the ovens? The rain falls alike on the just and the unjust, as the saying goes. Sometimes it is just the system. Sometimes the system gets broken. That is a deep question for shallow minds such as mine. I really wouldn't know.

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At my first job after college, at Vida Publishers, one day someone called and asked for one of my bosses, Harold Mintle, and I told the person that he was "out to lunch" at the time. My supervisor, Carol Long overheard me saying that, laughingly scolded me about that, saying that such a thing might be interpreted as that I was telling someone that Harold Mintle is crazy. Oh, I hadn't thought of it that way. I was just thinking that he was out of the office, having gone to lunch. But yes, I suppose that some snarky person could make hay with that. So I should probably not say this and not say that. And I suppose that the list would be endless of things that I should not say if I have to worry about what some snarky person might do with that.

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Gail Lee and myself were amongst a group of people involved in a canoe trip down the rapids of the Kings River which is located in the Sierra Mountains of California. That was organized by Cori. Oh, was that supposed to mean something? I really wouldn't know. I hadn't thought of that. I wasn't on the organizing end of things. I always thought that Gail was such a babyish person, so obviously you are describing Gail, not the brilliance of me. Perhaps Gail's babyish traits are a family problem. I really wouldn't know anything about the Lee family's personal problems. Just one miscellaneous photo from the family box is not going to trigger much of a memory in me. Maybe someone else in the family would remember something. That is scary to think that these unknown Asian people are attacking in the deeps, unbeknownst to us. I already have enough problems without all of their garbage. So whatever.

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I seem to recall that Gail Lee also lived down the hall from me that first year. I think that she was rooming with Lisa and that Theresa lived next door to her. Or something like that. I also don't remember very much about Gail Lee. She was a rather sullen person who lived in some other La-La land and also disappeared after the first year although she did make an appearance during a certain camping trip that was organized by Cori. Our notes on reality don't seem to compare at all. No one ever mentioned whether she had a cousin named Jennifer or whether either of them have any connection whatever to the mysterious "Lee" photo in the family connection, an unknown Asian person. I really wouldn't know anything about that or them.

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Yes, Mother Theresa was such an amazingly self-sacrificing and wonderful person. Who could possibly think of competing with that? She has the Nun's prize already wrapped up, incontestably, so obviously it would be useless to think of trying to get anything better the Nun way.

Of course, the only Theresa that I can remember from college was the one who was dating Michael Beals, who is now our college president. But he didn't marry Theresa, who lived down the hall from me the first year of college but later disappeared from view. I don't know what happened to her. I really don't remember very much about her or whatever she might have said about him and their relationship. I only noticed more recently that Michael Beals married someone else whose name is Faith and is now the college president.

Ok, so, whatever. I really wouldn't know very much about that. I never claimed to know everything.

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Well, poor little Rhonda, did nobody think of giving her a college scholarship, only to her two brothers? I really wouldn't know. No one ever mentioned that to me. I suppose that the Caribbean would be such a horrible place to have to grow up, but I really cannot imagine that. Ok, so you are saying that she married into the dreary Tease family. Whatever. I don't think that I am missing anything important there. I never liked them that much that I would care what they are doing over there in their private La-La land of the Southern Cone. If they were Mexicans we could understand about the salsa and chips but if they are going to behave like Southern Cone tribals then we really are not interested in more of that internal political stuff that has no application here.

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To summarize, yes I do remember hearing that David Wilkerson gave full scholarships to the two Hittenberger boys in Haiti because he was impressed with the way that they helped him with some type of campaign that he held there. So that's nice. We all heard this story about them. Obviously they cannot give full scholarships to everybody. Nobody was expecting anything more from them. They were just very lucky at the time. There is really nothing else that anyone needs to say about that. That was a long time ago.

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Yes, I was not aware during college that California was being invaded by Kansas and also Ohio. Those Kansas prairie dogs certainly do have sharp little teeth and they are always chewing on the furniture which probably explains why there is not much left there of the way things were. Most of the people who originally supported by parents are dead now. Only a handful of them are still living. Many other people moved away. So there is really nothing there worth mentioning in terms of the churches.

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When we were living in El Salvador and wanted to go shopping downtown where you have to bargain the price of something we always knew or were told that they would probably charge us a higher price than the natives because we have white skin and thus we are automatically assumed to be rich even though we are really only sort of middle class or rather lower middle class. So, whatever. We already know that on the scale of relativity we might seem to rich to some of those poor people who live so sparsely in overcrowded conditions. We also already know that we cannot be properly categorized with those few rich people who own vast fortunes and properties there. We really don't need to be reminded that we don't really fit into the circles of the vastly wealthy. We already know that. We know who we are even if you clueless Spanish people don't know much.

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When the Bible talks about the house of David, I do not need to explain that is not a reference to the Wilkerson family, of whom nothing is known. We assume that probably David Wilkerson had a family as do all of those high-flown traveling preachers but we have no personal connection whatever to them, no knowledge whatever of their personal identities outside the limelight. I don't know why I was never interested in working for Teen Challenge, which harbors a variety of delinquents. David gave generous scholarships to the Hittenberger boys who helped him in Haiti, but we weren't expecting him to do us any favors. There was a showing of the movie in El Salvador but David never made any personal appearance there at the time we were there so we really wouldn't know anything about how that happened or why we are constantly reproached for not getting the money. Whatever. Anyway, didn't that David died in a violent car crash? So obviously the Bible had a different David in mind.

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When I was eight years old in the third grade and living in Mexico, and attending the American School there, we had a set of books called Childcraft which seemed very fun to read because they would explain how to do various things. In one place I read about how you can have a party for any reason whatever, it doesn't have to be somebody's birthday, you can just have a party to have some friends come over and play various games. The book said to make invitations for your friends so I did that. However, the book did not saying anything about telling my parents first. I handed out my invitations to various people and at the appointed time for the party several people arrived for the party. My mother was doing the ironing and obviously not prepared for any party of which I had forgotten to inform her and so they were all sent home. Some people scolded me very severely for that. So, yes, that was another one of my dumb ideas. Later I was telling my mom how I felt so bad about that and wondering if I could ever get over that feeling of guiltiness and my mom said that probably when I get older I will probably be able to laugh about that silly thing that I did when I was eight years old, which only halfway helps because many other very serious people will never let me forget that.

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Yes, it is a bit awkward, myself being confused for one of those nasty Lang sisters. Why do I still have Deborah's face somewhere in my pictures? Everyone says that she is so mean and throws horrible temper tantrums and tyrannizes her little sister Connie. At least that was what Connie said the one time that she came to talk to me. I really wouldn't know. Or maybe it was my sister who said that I am not nearly as mean as Debbie was to her little sister, but she probably forgot that she said that. She never fails to take any opportunity to side against me on whatever point but I shouldn't say more about that. Anyway, I don't think that I know those people anymore. I haven't seen them for so many years that I really couldn't careless if I never see them again in this lifetime. We had to abandon them to the ghettos of Long Beach. There is a reason why they only complain and whine about every little thing, which is because they are not leadership. They are just dull and boring, rather dingy sheep who cannot be trusted for anything.

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Yes, I do remember that Miss Murphy was my fourth grade teacher. I don't know why I kept saying that she was my third grade teacher when it was actually fourth grade that I had Miss Murphy as my teacher. She might have been someone else's third grade teacher but as far as I am concerned she was my fourth grade teacher. I don't quite remember how that error got stuck in my brain. Miss Murphy was the teacher who always chided me about staring out the schoolroom window. I was supposed to keep my head down and concentrate only on my schoolwork.

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So you are perhaps telling me that in high school there was some sort of subliminal ballgame going on behind the scenes. Oh, I didn't know that. I never noticed that so I really cannot help you with that. I can easily imagine that plenty of things were happening that I was not aware of. I never claimed to know everything, unlike some other people I could name.

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Sometimes I think that I hear the obnoxious Ashcraft sisters nattering in the background. The Ashcraft family are some of my parents' dear friends and financial supporters of their missionary career so obviously I cannot be expected to say what I really think about those dreary people of San Diego. Because of their financial dole, they considered themselves my slave masters. Even so, I do not recall them ever doing anything helpful to me. They attend a Baptist church now so they really don't matter anymore. To me they are just another nuisance. I don't think that I owe them anything at all.

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I remember someone talking about some friend of my parents who campaigned in some sort of Mrs. America pageant but I don't remember who that was or any other details. You would have to ask my parents if they remember something because I really don't.

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I do have a vague memory from childhood of being with my family at a state fair and there was a beauty queen there and maybe someone made a comment on her strangely backless outfit. I really don't remember any details, not even her name, just that we saw her standing there wearing her tiara and sash, holding a bouquet of flowers and talking to some people. But normal people such as ourselves do not dare to dress that way while on the streets going about our business so it is hard to imagine why anyone would want to be a beauty queen even if you could qualify.

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In regards to your offer to sell me some arms, I am sorry that I will not be able to comply with your demands. It was your decision to shoot me first and ask questions later, so now that I am as good as dead there is nothing that I can share with you even if I had wanted to. I am as good as dead already by your countrified definition so your line of questioning is just more vanity of vanities blowing in the wind. If you really had a good faith desire to negotiate with me, shooting me first would be a ludicrous way to proceed. Let that be a lesson to you.

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Yes, everyone in America admires the heroism of Corrie Ten Boom. I read several of her books myself. She didn't plan to be a heroine or a famous celebrity; she was just doing the right thing at the right time and place. She wasn't pretending to be spiritual. She was doing what she saw to be her Christian duty, basically. So? No one can plan to emulate that, but it is an interesting story to read among many more.

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Yes, it does blur the picture to see these Confederate Baptists pretending to represent us. I never liked the Confederate Baptist Bells and Reeses so much that I would be willing to sign my life away to them. Well, we may agree on some points of religion, but when it comes to some other social and political matters, I, for one, would prefer to speak for myself. The ballot box only has room for one vote at a time. I am just saying.

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During high school, myself and several other girls were invited to try out for the competitive girls' baseball team. So at the appointed time we all lined up to bat and one by one we were given a chance to strike the ball. I was made the first one up and when I struck out, meaning that I swung the bat three times but could not connect to the ball. All the others who followed after me just walked. They let Kathy pitch her off-center balls and then just walked. Yes, just think, if I had known ahead of time that Kathy was such a lousy pitcher, I too could have just spared myself the effort and also walked. I mean, really, why bother? It that is the best that the CIA can pitch to me, there is nothing that I can do to help them. Perhaps I hadn't been briefed ahead of time on the lousiness of Kathy as pitcher. Yes, I really don't know what meant.

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Yes, that was rather lame of Marty to complain about police harrassment and being arrested for getting on the train without a ticket. It would seem rather logical to assume that persons wishing to ride the train would make sure they know where to buy tickets and have their tickets in hand before they just go hopping on train cars, but she always was known to be a ditzy motormouth who was feasibly too busy yapping to actually stop and look for directions. That happened in France, but really country matters not. Buy train ticket before boarding seems like basic common sense to me.

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So basically with mineral rights I have this huge rock wrapped around my neck. I can't live with it and I have no way of getting rid of it. So it is just a miserable situation, obviously.

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I am not sure from whence comes this fantasy that I would want to hobnob with the wealthiest people of the world. I do not recall myself ever saying anything resembling that. I cannot say that I never watched an episode or two of the Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous on television but, honestly, I doubt that I could enjoy all that luxury all that much, having to keep track of so many bills. There is really only so much that one person needs for living, maybe a house and comfortable furniture and food, a car and a little spending money for gasoline. Which is why it really grates when these Vodo witch people try to classify me as having inherited wealth as opposed  to themselves deserving all because they are working class. I never had all that much inherited wealth to speak of. Even if I had possession of my mother's mineral rights, that would not be classified as inherited wealth. That would be an investment expense that may nor may not ever pay a nickel in return. It is very much a long shot to put any faith in mineral rights. And even if someday they did find oil there, so what? The royalties might not amount to all that much, just a small trickle of money from natural gas is maybe enough to stock up on cat food, assuming that we had a cat, but we don't because I am allergic to cats, so anyway I'm just saying, mineral rights are nothing that I could or should bank my future on. So obviously I must work and collect a paycheck. But that is hard to do with so many guns aimed at my head. It makes it hard for me to concentrate. The first mistake I make, they will just throw me out the window. So the other half of my head says that I should just sit here and wait until they run out of bullets and then hopefully I will be able get on with my life without further interference from them.

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That was lame, your feeble attempt to attach me to the Webbers of Arkansas. I don't even remember that much about them. I might have been introduced once or twice but that won't get you very far with me given the sad story of what you were doing behind the scenes. Nothing that I ever did can compare to that.

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This script goes on to comment on a college classmate of the Oriental variety, Grace from Hawaii. Yes, don't these Orientals seem such sweet China dolls and yet when you open them up by the back door, out comes such a raging stream of bitterness and anger. Who knew this was all their Oriental problem?

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I have no personal interest in the state of Ohio. Interesting that if you parse out the name of that state, as O-HI-O, you get a couple of Oh!'s and also the abbreviated name of the state of Hawaii. Makes you wonder if there is a special relationship there between Ohio and Hawaii. And, anyway, no one ever said whether Bob Dole's family planted the original pineapple plantation in Hawaii, the Dole brand name so evocative of tropical fruits in cans, but no one ever mentioned whether Bob was from Ohio. I would never have any reason to think of these things. And what happens if you translate the name of O-HI-O into Spanish? Well, you get O-HOLA-H, which sounds sort of like the name of the famous harlot whose travesties, and her sister O-HOLIBA-H's, are described in Ezekiel 23. Yes, what a horrible thought! What mature adults would have thunk up this horrible scenario? But it is in the Bible, nevertheless. How could I even imagine that, much less attach that to Ohio and Hawaii and pineapples? I must have lost some marbles somewhere.

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Those lousy planners told me that I would have a well-paying job and plenty of money for travel and whatever else I might want to do, and they are the ones who decided that I must be single and have no family of my own to worry about. That wasn't my idea. So where is this job? Why does everything always go wrong for me? It's like I am hexed. Where is all this money that is supposed to pay for my life? You can't just pull the rug out from under me. How rude.

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Yes, there was quite a bit of cheating going on in our high school classrooms. Everybody knew that. I was never one of those cheaters. However, I did not consider it my job to turn in the cheaters on tests. That was the job of the teacher or test monitor, and often cheaters were caught by them. However, I imagine that plenty of cheaters got away with it, their little cram sheets ingeniously tucked away in a shirt sleeve. Just look at Patty, for example. Well, you are asking me, which Patty? There were at least three Pattys that I can think of in our high school class. But I was always too busy working on test questions in my own studious way to worry about whether or not one of those Pattys was cheating or not. You figure it out. I cannot be expected to sacrifice myself to the duties of test police when I already instinctively know that such a role would only invite even more negative retributions. I already have enough problems.

Note: Why don't you ask Ann Campbell yourself whether she was a cheater? I wouldn't have the foggiest idea. I was never that young that I would be able to monitor people at other grade levels.

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Whence comes this myth that I never made any mistakes or said some things wrong now and then? I think that I am a human being and thus allowed to make some mistakes now and then. I wish I were perfect but to claim so would be stretching the truth just a bit. There are some persons who believe themselves sinless and then there are those who know that Christian justification is by faith, not works, lest anyone should boast. No, we must not boast of being perfect. Our faith is in the forgiveness of sin, not the entire absence of sin. Those who imagine themselves sinless by comparison to some other person are not wise, as the Bible says. We must not imagine that being better than another puts us above reproach. Commending yourself only proves that you really don't understand with Christianity really means. No one is righteous, no, not one, as the Bible says.

2 Corinthians 10:12-18: "For we are not bold to class or compare ourselves with some of those who commend themselves; but when they measure themselves by themselves and compare themselves with themselves, they are without understanding. But we will not boast beyond our measure, but within the measure of the sphere which God apportioned to us as a measure, to reach even as far as you. For we are not overextending ourselves, as if we did not reach to you, for we were the first to come even as far as you in the gospel of Christ; not boasting beyond our measure, that is, in other men's labors, but with the hope that as your faith grows, we will be, within our sphere, enlarged even more by you, so as to preach the gospel even to the regions beyond you, and not to boast in what has been accomplished in the sphere of another. But he who boasts is to boast in the Lord. For it is not he who commends himself that is approved, but he whom the Lord commends."

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Anyway, there is no way that some Roman riff-raff mob is going to tell me who I have to marry or not. When will these yappy people go away and stop bothering me? I don't even like them so why would I want any part of their so-called big deal.

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I do remember that my Dad had an uncle named Ben but he is dead now and, anyway, I don't remember anything about him, just that he existed. His second wife was a lady from the Dominican Republic but I never met her. I imagine that she is probably dead now, and anyway there were no Spanish children in the family, certainly not mine. Reading through great-grandmother's diaries, we learn that Uncle Ben and his first wife had a daughter named Lori and a son named Benjamin but of those persons' lives I know nothing at all, only that they lived for some time in San Francisco. Oh, I didn't know that. Even so, I am not aware of any "big deal" in regards to Uncle Ben so obviously I cannot be expected to comment about nothing.

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How many times do I have to repeat the same old stories from when I was eight years old and living in Mexico? One time we were at the beach and some of us children were jumping waves in the surf and a huge wave knocked me over and I rotated all the way around, my fingers touching the sand, and then back around and landing on my feet, and then I was standing there as if nothing had happened. Just because Kent was facing some other direction at the moment and did not notice that, that does not mean that it did not happen the way I described and not as Kent is fond of pretending. I can't believe he would still want to argue about that minor detail. I know what happened to me.

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Yes, what a joke, trashy foul-mouthed Cori pretending to be a good mother. Ha! It's not like the scummy lowlife Nippers could not know about that. They are just obfuscating to cover their own butts. So obviously that's the only thing they care about, covering their own butts. And doubtless that will produce more of the same. So ho hum! I am leaving this planet so they are not my problem now. Cori was often heard spewing F-bombs, much like that F-bomb idiot from high school who went into the military and was working at the Pentagon. Was Thomas a co-worker of Cori's older brother who also worked at the Pentagon at the time? It does make you wonder. Why is the military so interested in making our lives miserable?

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Yes, I remember reading Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea," which was required reading in high school. So that was well-written although I suppose that some people would be tempted to just dismiss that as only some poor Cuban fisherman dying of hunger in ragged clothing whose rustic boat happened to drift a bit too far out to sea and then underwent a huge struggle to catch a huge fish and tow it back to shore, somehow escaping with his life. So why should we sympathize with that, you are asking me. And yet, all I can say is I don't know. It is true that Hemingway was a gifted writer who did have a way of making the story interesting somehow even if otherwise no one would have given those poor people a second thought. They are just the laborers of the earth. But that is one of the functions of literature, to bring these things to our attention if only for a short time and in an appropriate way. And also you thought that perhaps in reality few poor laborers are really going to seek such enormous challenges to their limited skills and resources. Most are content to stay within the limits of their territorial waters to bring home the average fish needed for ordinary consumption and marketplace demands. Yes, mostly it is the wealthy sportsmen with huge boats and plenty of money to spare who are the ones out there in the deeper waters trolling for that really big fish. So was Hemingway really writing about a Cuban fisherman or was he autobiographically describing his own fishing activities? Yes, possibly, so there's an interesting point, but I have no idea. That would be a subject of debate for another time. I am really not equipped to take that on at the spur of the moment. There is another deep subject for shallow minds.

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The truth is that I cannot possibly succeed. I must fail at everything. If I were to happen to succeed at something, then I would have 10,000 members of the nasty Little Sisters League dragging me down, screaming at me, trashing everything that I say or do. It is better than I just sit here and fail. Only my failure will make them happy.

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Many of these clues point to a certain high school classmate of mine but I really can't say very much about that. She might be able to provide you with much more information than I could on the subject of Pollo, but I can't tell you what was in her head. Why don't you just ask her yourself what she was thinking? I really wouldn't know anything about that. Just because I sat behind her in the alphabetical order of things, that does not mean that she was ever forthcoming with information. She imagines herself living on a higher plane of existence than myself. I would rather not say anything that might provide them with more material with which to ridicule and humiliate me even more, and pretty much everything I say or do seems to serve that purpose well enough. I already have enough problems without you-all driving me crazy.

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One of the creepiest things that ever happened to me many years ago was the time when I was asleep and I felt something crawling on my legs and I jumped out of bed and turned on the light and threw back the sheets and there was a cockroach. Ick! I shudder to think of it. Come to think of it, I think I did mention this to someone, maybe Pam. Of course, I imagine that she would have used that too. These people have no discretion or sense of anything being confidential so I can't trust them for anything. Nothing is confidential with them. Everything is just out there on the Internet so I have to be very careful what I say or do not say. And even when I don't say anything sometimes they try to fill in the blanks with imaginary information. So obviously I can't trust them for anything.

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You certainly are a clever snake. You have advised your minions that my words are my seeds of power and so if they eat and devour all my words then nothing of mine can grow or develop. I will be nothing but another meaningless body with no power. So that explains why I sometimes hear my words mangled into nearly unrecognizable forms. And yet the question remains, are you a Roman Catholic or an insectoid creature? The answer to this question is not clear. You clone of Raymond, you sit there spewing F words as a mindless automaton. Only later do we learn that you were on the CIA payroll. This is an alarming confluence of factoids. Why would our own U.S. government be funding such religiously anti-Protestant activities in defiance of law-abiding peaceful U.S. citizens such as myself? The answers to these questions are not clear.

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Years ago when I was looking for a journalism job I sent my resume to many newspapers. I remember that once or twice I got a call from some place in North Carolina but I never did answer that call. I don't know why not. A job in North Carolina couldn't have been any worse than what I ended up with. But it is probably too late now to reconsider that possibility. Too many years gone by, too much water under the bridge.

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Yes, if I had a choice between a job or Jeb, I certainly would choose a job. I don't have any use for some nasty politician who is obviously playing the field against me for some mysterious reason even though I was not even aware of his existence until more recently. I do not want to be reminded of high school. I want to get on with my life and forget about the misery of high school, and not be constantly tripped up by all those annoying cliquey people who are making some silly points for no particular reason, just because they hate me. Just because you hate me, that is not a reason for me to do something. I just want a job that does not involve electoral politics. I really don't care that much who wins. I think that each candidate should get their fair share of publicity and then we will see how people vote on election day and then go from there.

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Yes, there is no place for the gallows here. How do we politely tell the Gallows that we just thought their cousin was really nothing, just a foul-mouthed whiner. I always just ignore that type of person because I really don't care. Not to be mean or anything, but there really never was any reason to say about the gallows and their stateside in-laws.

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Yes, there is no way that you can salvage Regina. She is no Queen, just someone else's nasty little sister, not mine. I already have enough problems of my own without adopting someone else's nasty little sister. Even if Regina's own cousin were some vulgar skunky dull and boring candidate for president and shooting from the bushes, none of that could salvage my low opinion of Regina. To me it just looks like Stone corpses are hanging from the gallows. We have no use for the gallows here because we do not nor ever did hang with them.

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Ok, so that's almost interesting. Has anyone asked Rose Pierce Stone whether Barbara Pierce Bush is her cousin of some degree? Whether or not it is so, I really couldn't care less. This point is not relevant to my life, and also I would not want to feel myself forced to express any actual opinion of their sons. All I can really say is that they are not my problem.

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Yes, that is sort of awkward, the trashy foul-mouthed Brooks sisters pretending to have anything intelligent to say about anything. Back in college days we did not know the extent of the Brooks' wickedness, but now that their bad behavior is evident everywhere, we know that probably the Brooks family would feel more comfortable hanging out with the trashy broads of ORU because certainly they don't belong here. Marion and Marilyn were twins. Marion has a lot of nerve accusing me of anything when she has made such a wreck of her own life. I really don't need to say anything about that and allude to that now only because you asked.