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So anyway, not to be mean or anything, but there is really nothing that I would need to discuss with the stupid Santiago family. How did that nasty little porcupine Sandra get promoted so highly? Some things I will just never understand.

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The way I see it, Max is a greedy gold-digger who has gone to extraordinary lengths to insert himself in a most self-aggrandizing way into a story that really was not that important in the first place. This is how language groups finally split off into various branches, because there was no reason for me to apologize for attempted civility. And I could try to randomly throw some rocks at some other high school classmates but I don't know enough about them to understand what their problem is in this regard. I never gave it another thought. Language mistakes, sometimes very funny ones, happen all the time. Didn't we often sit around relating various language jokes over dinner, although not that one?  Neither did I ever discuss this non-existent issue with the Santiago idiots. Everyone at college suspected that the Santiagos were deeply weird but I am sure that I never understoofd the half of that. I was never all that interested in socializing with those wacky weird Santiagos, never mind their lies on that point.

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I suddenly remember that during high school I read a book titled "The Screwtape Letters," by C.S. Lewis, one of several of his thought-provoking books of Christian philosophy. It was personal reading not related to school. I don't understand why that would be a problem for whoever it was that you sent to scold me for reading that. Perhaps you are one of little sister's worthless contacts because you was never shy about taking up whoever is against me.

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Men are so naturally egotistical so perhaps this helps to explain Max's weird attitude. I imagine that Max probably thinks that I liked him but that was not so. I never thought very much about Max. He was just a Sunday School teacher with a prickly porcupine attitude towards white people. It was not my idea to ask him to be our hiking guide. I am not sure how that happened. So if Max is going to be displaying such Mayan/Moslem attitude toward women, obviously I am not going to remember him later. Yes, I do agree that I probably should not have said anything to him given his bizarre display of attitude problem. And yet people often lecture me about how I should try to be more friendly and try talking to people more often. And doesn't big fat Susie talk to everyone in sight and gets away with everything? And this is what happens when I try to do that so obviously I cannot win this game for losing whichever way that goes.

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Anyway, I never asked you to define for me the concept of mountain peaks, that I should be required to apologize for something that I did not say or even think of at the time. Why should I think to ask you the meaning of some basic vocabulary word that really did not seem all that complicated at the time? The context of mountain landscapes clearly indicated my meaning, which dumps stupid Max in some other bucket, which explains why the whole thing was "fixed" to save Max's face at my expense, because he is male and I am not. But even so I won't need Max and his attitude problem for anything. Anyway, it was only later that we learned that some regional expressions can be more politically loaded than we had imagined. So maybe I should just try to never to say anything in any language, thus avoiding all potential complications in future but also losing my voice as an individual, if pretty much anything I might try to say can go so wrong and will be taken wrong anyway even if no such intention was present. So much power is in the tongue, as James of the New Testament says. So this solution of not saying anything and letting them trample me underfoot for no particular reason other than their own selfish pomposity really does not work for me. But I do not see any way to fix that discrepancy in the ordinary course of events. There is no mechanism and/or money available to fix this problem.

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Why all this yapping about wheat, winter or otherwise? Who doesn't like bread which is made with wheat? I know that I love bread, especially those warm rolls served at certain restaurants, although I cannot remember the specific incident when I may have been guilty of eating too much bread. Tasted so good at the time. Anyway, that reminds me that during high school I sometimes liked the music of a group called "Bread," even though some of their songs are more silly than they are worth. There is a song about finding someone's diary under a tree and reading its talk of love and then ultimately finding there the name of someone else loved, not me. Yes, well, I only kept a diary for about a year and then my sister found it and read it and made it seem so ridiculous that I never kept a diary after that. I might have written some other journal junk but nothing that I would want to discuss with someone so evil as the little sister from hell and her pack of horrible friends. They think that being mothers will protect them from criticism, and yet if their children are growing up to become a pack of homegrown naked savages so clueless about the rules of good behavior, even that won't protect them forever. Their sinful behavior will have its consequences eventually that we will not be able to protect them from if they can't learn to think for themselves. You must learn to do the right thing or rather not do the wrong thing even when your clueless parents are sound asleep. Ultimately, we cannot protect you from yourself. If you are determined to be your own worst enemy, well, we cannot protect you from that. So obviously if I am going to be writing something in the future, little sister will need to be excluded from my workplace. My work is really none of her business.

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Yes, everyone loathes and despises Denny now that he has made football a bad word. Nobody wants to waste their brains on Denny's garbage and I don't blame them.

Also, if I could remember the Hillary jokes that Roy was telling I would consider repeating them but I seem to have forgotten that. Probably the same jokes could be told on any politician of either side.

Of course, parties have their purpose. If you want to run for office you have to work the system but personally I would prefer to enjoy my independence without such political hassles as running for office. I really could not care less about electoral politics. The title of president is not that important to me.

Not that I would want to be royal either. What a useless job that would be to be royal and have to look picture perfect all the time and see my picture in the papers all the time. But I just cannot imagine why I should ever have to worry about that. Royalty was never my problem.

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Yes, the way these crazy Scottish people are crowing about nothing much, one would think that I was the Queen of Ireland. Ha ha ha! How ridiculous! Doesn't everybody know that Ireland has no royalty? And even if there was such a thing, who would want such a thankless job as having to rule over those dreary Mackish bulldogs? Ha ha ha!

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When I was at Evangel everyone seemed so impressed with the speeches of Denny Duron and then I heard later that he was fired or prosecuted for misbehavior or something. So that is sad but ultimately not my problem. It is not like those people would ever do me any favors. I never did get anything from that. We just did not know at the time about Denny's devilish backhanded doings but whatever. Even so, God tells us to forgive these wicked Duron people who do not know what they are doing.

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Yes, there are a few other puzzles that I really cannot get a handle on. For example, what are all these Ohio people crowing about, as if they were my slaveholders? I realize that Ohio is a very influential state, but, really, Ohio has not that much meaning to me. I realize that my great-grandfather was born there in maybe 1875 although I am not exactly sure, but, well, that was a long time ago, and anyway he was German. I do not think that Ohio has any hold on me, yet all this crowing of the Ohio makes one imagine that the River Dee runs through Ohio rather than Scotland. This is nothing but confusing to me. I do not think that I can begin to explain how this Ohio confusion was originally created, much less how to untangle it. And also what are the Rockefellers crowing about? I do not think that I have even the slightest connection to West Virginia.

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I really could not care less about the mindless opinions of these bootlegging racketeers of New York. I am not interested in discussing the temperance movement with a pack of adolescently challenged drunks in need of a rescue mission. Temperance is, well, a politically loaded word in some circles. We do not need to repeat the mistakes of past generations to know that some legalistic methods just aren't going to work in today's world, realistically speaking. Even so, I think that I should be allowed to make my own personal decision in that regards. So were you planning to put a gun to my head and force me to drink your poison? Personally, I would rather not participate in your bootlegging hypocrisy. Where did you get my name anyway? There was nothing that I needed to discuss with you.

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Yes, it is true that our grandmother sometimes gave us licorice sticks to eat. Doesn't everyone like licorice sticks? So? That is not something to discuss with the makers of furniture polish.

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Life is too short for me to spend all my time arguing with boring blond bimbos named June from Massachusetts who was a communications major, etc. I don't care what they talk about at their private parties. Just because Pam Hart from South Dakota, June's roommate, was trying to stage a huge argument on various points in contradiction to Dareda and June, that does not mean that I would care to participate in that. I have other things on my mind such as hopefully someday meeting Mr. Right-For-Me and getting married and having my own family and that sort of thing. Or finding a job and a career that will work for me. I have no interest in going to New York to look for June's rising star in the communications industry. There is nothing in New York that I am aware of.

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Rhonda Hurd of Michigan lived at the other end of the floor but what Rhonda Heard about that I really could not say. I just want to forget all that garbage.

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I do not recall myself ever stealing the worthless ideas of Dareda so I am rather confused as to where that came from, all this crowing from Dareda about her ideas stolen by me. There is nothing that Dareda ever said that I would consider worth repeating. One would only regret the attempt to even halfway repeat that garbage. But I too can remember being somewhat upset when persons stole my brilliant ideas from my brilliant mind although I cannot remember anything specific at the moment. I have forgotten whatever I might have said about that to whomever and do not wish to be reminded of that now. Some things are best forgotten, another reason not to return to the Evangel College looney bin. Don't I just loathe rooty-baggers? So who is stealing whose ideas anyway? Don't we all think that our own ideas are more important than your nothingness? Wasn't Dareda just a nuisance, so horrible? Nobody wanted her garbage. I did not ask for or want that garbage to be thrown at me. What was I supposed to do with that? But perhaps I exaggerate to make a point, although I don't remember much about that.

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You are perhaps asking me whether all of the people of Louisiana are as pathetically stupid as this Miriam. Is not the truth of Bill's worthlessness as a future dating prospect self-evident to any half-brained observer of his devious behavior? I really should not need to explain this to anyone, so why does this pathetically stupid Miriam still cling-on to delusions of Bill? Miriam's brain is apparently so scrambled that nothing I can say would satisfy her idiotic hallucinatory machinations. So obviously I should not attempt to say anything at all in response to Miriam's idiotic questions, thus avoiding the inevitableness of not being able to say anything right about that.

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There is no way I am taking the fall for your Atlanta dog. Enough said about that. I don't like being backhandedly slammed that way by a certain worthless Atlanta piece of garbage that I dare not name lest I suffer even more horrible consequences. I never had the slightest connection to Atlanta so obviously there was a mistake somewhere.

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How many times do I have to repeat the same old story of how Cori was telling us how she and some other girls were over at Paul Olson's place and while there she pinched his butt? Are these people losing their minds? Someone else might remember that, maybe the twins. I only heard about that after the fact, not long before we parted ways.

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Yes, and also someone once gave me a small jug of maple syrup. I suppose that the machine would also find that useful somehow.

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While I was living in California years ago, I once went with Marlene from Arkansas to a concert of Bob Bennett, whose music I liked very much. However, Marlene did not like it at all and had a miserable time. She thought the lyrics were so dumb. In our discussion it became apparent that Marlene does not understand the concept of similes and metaphors. She just interprets everything in an oddly literalistic way so typical of those boring people. So that was further evidence that I don't belong there, just can't understand them. I just don't fit in with those stupid people. Just another reason to leave Marlene in the lost and found to be claimed by the machine.

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That was weird how Miriam was so convinced that she had a real relationship ongoing with Bill. Didn't he quite recently bring his new girlfriend to church and introduce her to several people? So why is Miriam still so convinced that he was also serious with her? I don't understand Miriam, nor do I care to hear more about that. It just doesn't matter what Miriam thinks when Bill is obviously not cooperating with her fantasy life.

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Many years ago when I was attending a church in Oakland Park and involved in music there, our drummer and soloist was Bill. Bill was such an outrageous flirt. He was always bringing some new girlfriend to church with him and yet also wanting to flirt with me and other girls. I do remember Miriam saying that she had a crush on him. Yes, and so did a lot of other girls. Personally, I would never want to put too much weight on the flirtatious behavior of Bill. That is the way his personality is. He thinks that in order to get me to attend a rehearsal, he has to lay on the flattery and butter me up with compliments. That really wasn't necessary. I wasn't doing that for him.

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How many times do I have to explain that I cannot explain what happened at the Waffle House restaurant? I can only imagine what outrageous thing Miriam might have said or down there while breakfasting with Susie and perhaps some other people, knowing how Miriam is generally speaking. I only remember that Miriam said something outrageous to Loren Popineau the one time I took her to church with me there. Susie often hints about the Waffle House affair but has yet to provide any clear and factual explanation so obviously I cannot help to clarify that. I also cannot help to explain whatever Miriam said or did while babysitting the little Hoskins brats. Someone has been hinting about that but I just have no idea. I just think that they want more attention than they deserve to get.

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Someone forgot to tell those stupid people of Louisiana that I am not even slightly interested in connecting to Miriam's dreary life. Miriam is originally from Louisiana but I don't know every much about that, nor would I care to learn more about that.

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Anyway, I seem to remember that Miriam Denham has a lock on the governess position, but I really wouldn't know anything about that. You would have to ask Miriam for those stories because I really don't remember much, just that she was sometimes over at their house supervising them or watching out for them or something.

I really don't think that I need to remind them that I am not a clone of Miriam, so dumping me in that basket just won't stick. Just because Miriam was quick with a snappy joke bordering on the racy side, often saying quite outrageous things when she gets wound up and going, which gets very embarrassing because she goes too far, that does not mean that I would be able to do that, too, or even remember now what she said that was such a problem for them, especially to cause that dreary Buzzing noise, which doesn't seem to be able to differentiate between anyone. How utterly insulting. As if. Well anyway, I was never that "funny." Also, it is quite possible that I was not there at the time so I may be missing something. I would not want to have to repeat some things that Miriam said, but if the police are asking, well....

So whatever happened to Miriam anyway? She dropped off the radar a long time ago but you could always call Susie and Buzz where she is. Maybe they would know something. I really don't care about that. I would only say that I never wanted her horrible job babysitting the horrible Hoskins brats. I don't need that kind of problem.

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During my second semester at Evangel College, on a very cold winter morning, some girls came into my room and everyone was talking about some things of future expectation, dating and marriage and the like, and various things were said on such topics. Some of the things that were said were quite similar to things that I already knew because my mother already explained that to me anyway, excluding some other things that they were talking about. So it was nice to see that they, too, have good mothers who already explained that to them anyway, and also have supplemented that with other magazine reading not known to mothers. It is not like they would need me to explain that to them also when they already know that and more. I suppose that one could speculate on whether they had compared notes with my mother or someone else, or whether these things are just universal knowledge that everybody already knows anyway. I think that if I had a daughter, that I too would want to provide a framework of reality for her future life in explaining the facts of life generally speaking. However, I did not feel at that time any urgent need or desire to show them my stuff or to prove my stuff to them. Whence comes this notion that I have to prove myself to someone? I do not recall myself ever applying for the imaginary position of governess to someone else's daughter that I should have to endure some qualifying interview on these personal topics that are no concern of theirs. I think that would be a thankless task so obviously I am not going to do that. I do not feel the need to explain the facts of life to just anyone so that some crazy pack of dogs could more easily exploit and abuse me. I think that whether or not I get married and have a daughter later, still I have a fairly good idea of the facts of life, never mind about the crazy notions expressed about some other people.

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I do think that I remember Miriam Denham once saying that she was thinking of someday writing a book but whether she ever did that or not I have no idea. I never saw anything written by Miriam. What sort of book might be produced by her is hard for me to imagine as I really do not know very much about her. It is not like I cannot write my own book independent of anything that Miriam might say about anything. I wasn't thinking about Miriam so many years earlier than that when I mentioned a similar thought of my own of writing a book. I am reserving the right to do whatever I want in terms of writing a book or not irregardless of the machinations of Miriam and her network of cronies of whom nothing really matters in that regard.

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Yes, what was I thinking about there in ninth grade, asking an uncertified classmate for language instruction? I had not really thought of it that way, but if you are going to put it that way, then also don't ask me for English language tips because then I would have to return that in kind which would only escalate a conflict that was really not necessary or intended that way in the first place. That is how wars get started and we really ought to be smarter than that, or at least I think that I am smarter than that. Speak for yourself.

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Yes, there is really nothing that I would need to discuss with that idiot in the garishly flowered Hawaiian shirt. Everyone knows or should know by now that he is just another one of those French-fried idiots whose vocabulary is limited mostly to various body functions, drinking and dancing, etc., similar to the primitive cave dwellers of present-day France. No capacity for higher reasoning is in evidence there. Sad about having to leave them frying but avenues of communication with them are limited to almost zilch. So just because some Porto Rican Tag-A-Longs are making a hugely noisy commotion, that is not a reason for me to respond to their nonsensical and meaningless chattering. How can we admit these stupid Tagalongs to the Union when they still imagine me their slave property? No slaveholders can be admitted to the Union now that the Civil War has ended. I am just saying. Tell your wicked and repulsive King Tagalong to stick that in his ear. So just because some clueless people imagine me to be their slave property, that is not a reason for me to do something. To my mind, the idiotic opinions of your stupid little Kimmie-Puke do not constitute a quorum for the purposes of doing something about that. I just don't care what those idiots think about me.

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Where did all of these Tag-Along Porto Rican dogs come from? I have never been there, Porto Rico or Hawaii, either one, so I really wouldn't know anything about that. I only know that my great-grandparents worked at a church in Hawaii in the 1930s but we here have no interest in replacing the Anderson outreach to the Tagalongs.

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Oh, was someone at our high school fired? You are often overheard talking about that. Someone often talks about the firing but I really would not know anything about that. It is not like they would ever tell my anything so obviously I cannot explain anything about this mysterious "firing." So who was fired and why? I have no idea. Stop trying to blame me for something that I don't know anything about. It probably had nothing to do with me. It wasn't my fault.

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Why all this yapping about a More-Gun? The only Morgans that I can think of are the most worthless idiots who do not deserve anything more from me. I do not want to be seeing Dareda's stupid face painted all over the walls everywhere I go. I just thought that she was weird and I won't be returning to Evangel so I don't have to see her stupid face across the hall every day. There is nothing "more" to say about that. I never buy country junk.

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You are rather late, you know, in finally exposing the deceitful wickedness of Airplane Dog Dareda. I don't see a need to cover up the wickedness of these airplane garbage people at my expense. Am I some sort of goddess that I should sacrifice my true identity to redeem a hideous fag named Dareda? Thus, I don't see a need to discuss that any further. I think that our pathetically stupid RA, Amy from Ohio, should be finding out who said what first before casting all of the aspersions onto me. I didn't plan that session in the first place and don't remember saying much. Certainly Dareda's careless lack of attention to details proves that Embry probably never built a plane that could fly, so we can depend on Embry to build us a useless monstrosity, is how that looks to me.

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Why don't you just ask Katherine why she thinks that her Sicilian identity has Persian roots? I really wouldn't know anything about that. I might have overheard something to that effect, about how she has a common bond with the Persians amongst us for that reason. But I really wouldn't know anything about the Persian-Italian connection and why they call themselves the "Aryans." I only remember the story of the Three Wise Men from the Bible, how some actually indefinite number of wise men from the East followed a newly appeared star and arrived at Jerusalem and finally Bethlehem. There are various theories about these wise men and where they came from. Some theorize that they were from Persia and schooled in the mysteries of Zoroastrianism but that is only one of many theories. I really would not know very much about that.

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We think that the birds are all well and good in their places, but the way that these Roman Italians crow about the eagle pictured on their national flag, it does make us wonder to what country have these people pledged their allegiance. When I pledge my allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the republic for which it stands, I think of the stars and stripes, the star-spangled banner, Old Glory so to speak. When these Roman-Italians pledge their allegiance to the symbolic eagle of America and Italy, we are reminded that a picture of an eagle is prominently displayed on the Mexican flag. So what is this artificially constructed Roman republic to which Katherine has so carefully contrived to pledge her allegiance? It is true that the Eagle has landed on the moon, but these Mexican-Italian witches really cannot claim the credit for that. If they were in charge of the government, that probably never would have happened. They think only of their own Italian race and show not much interest and in anyone else beyond themselves and their own boastful glory. Perhaps I exaggerate for purposes of making these points clear, but at least that is the way it seems to me.

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If you had attended high school with us, you would have noticed that Katherine was one of the weirdest, stupidest people there. She was often known to break forth into strange confrontational monologues that were entirely nonsensical. There was evidently always a high level of anger in Katherine's blankly idiotic mind, whatever that meant. I really couldn't care less about Katherine's serious mental problems. I was not a trained psychologist so I really had no idea how to respond to that.

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It so happens that German writer Margaret Weppner in the 1800s commends the English and German people of San Francisco while omitting any mention of the Italian people of San Francisco. Well, tough luck. Is that a logical reason for the Italian people of San Francisco to stage a toddler-style temper tantrum and attack me so rudely? I do like pizza to eat so I would like to retain the right to buy pizza whenever I want. That said, there seems to be something wrong with this picture but I really would not be able to comment more specifically on that. I highly suspect that I do not yet have all the pieces of that puzzle even now.

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During the first semester of ninth grade I began to notice that some of the people in our classroom were uttering strange words unknown to me and which seemed to lack any context with which to guess at their meaning. Sometimes several of these mysterious words would be strung together in a nonsensical way. Yes, I probably should have not said anything and just quietly searched the Spanish dictionary where I certainly would have found them, as I learned later. However, at the time I had not imagined that. So I asked someone in the classroom what a certain couple of words meant and the answers were rather shocking to me. Ok, so I learned early not to ask any questions and to say nothing more on that subject to anyone else because they will do something weird with twisting that around and attaching that to something else of which I am not quite sure what. Anyway, I am really am not interested in discussing this subject further. Even so, the Portuguese excuse will not work for you. I am just saying. You just don't have that many languages in your bilingual skill set.