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How odd that you would question me about going to New York. I don't recall myself expressing any interest in going to Broadway. I might have seen some of the more important Broadway musicals in movies on television. I imagine that it would be quite an experience to see a Broadway show there but, anyway, the tickets are extremely expensive, not to mention the travel expenses, and, anyway, in a few years if the show is good enough we can all see it free on television, and if not, anyway, maybe it wasn't that good after all.

Anyway, Bill never mentioned to me his Broadway connections in New York. I wouldn't know anything about that and don't care enough to bother asking more questions about that later. I really don't see why I should care about Broadway Bill, to whom I am not related in any way.

And besides, I was never a huge fan of Broadway music generally speaking, although there are some good songs there also.

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Anyway, I never had any connection to Broadway Bill, don't even know what they are talking about.

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During high school, it was odd how angry Marta would get whenever she was teased by Michael O'Farrell, who was calling her 'Mata Hari.' Well, her nickname is Matty so I supposed that Michael was just transposing a few letters, but then later someone was saying that actually it is deeper than that, that her family actually does have European connections to that somehow, but I suppose that would be every complicated to try to explain. So personally I think that Michael should just leave off the teasing of Matty because those rich people can really make your life miserable when they have no sense of that being humorous. Enough said.

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When I was doing some family research a few years ago I noticed some photographs in the family collection of Alaska referencing the Butterfields who were missionaries to the Territory of Alaska back in the 1940s or 1950s. It wasn't clear who the Butterfields were or what their connection might be if any to the Butterfield cousins from Iowa. No one ever mentioned their existence to me so obviously there is no way that I can formulate any sort of commentary on persons of whose existence I am not aware.

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Lori Way from San Jose was talking at college about her double date in which the other couple was one of the sons of that extremely wealthy man who attended college with my parents and is now one of the college's primary benefactors, what were their names. I can't remember if I ever met them but I do remember hearing their prominent names mentioned sometime or another. My parents know them. Lori was saying that the other couple were really going at it which she found embarrassing to witness. Apparently there was not much conversation going on. At least she didn't say anything about the content of any such conversation. Well, apparently being rich doesn't necessarily mean everything. Their name was Heath, but their sons never went to college with us. They are just rich people. You can't be making out with her and also expect to get all my stuff. You only get one.

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During high school I was invited to go to Margot's house to work on a group study project, so I accepted the invitation, and went there and we did some project which I have forgotten after lunch and then later, after the project was done, her boyfriend comes over with a friend of his and takes us out for a drive around town. To me it was just a 'nice to me you' 'getting acquainted' type of conversation because I had never met either of them before. They weren't from our high school. I don't remember their names. So we drove around town and then returning to the street where Margot lives, there on the sidewalk watching the cars driving by, which at that moment meant us, there happened to be my little sister and Cindy Bell and also some of the younger SanGio girls. Later back at home little sister continues to make some teasing remark about how I looked nervous at the time from her curbside vantage point even though probably I had a right to be nervous being in a car with strangers that I just met an hour ago and they were talking about Che Guevara and that type of controversial matter. If I had known beforehand that the whole thing was a setup by a witch to benefit little sister and the Bell gamers perhaps I could have excused myself and somehow gone home early although I am not sure how I would have done that. And then again if I had done that I could have been accused of being anti-social. So whatever I do I can't win for losing.

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Yes, I think that I do remember overhearing some snarky remark about Kathy and her brother Raymond. However, I cannot remember any longer who said that so you are much too late demanding a report from me. Anyway, it boggles the mind that my own government would send these Italian people only for the purpose of insulting me in as many ways as possible. It can't be so. Say that I am just too paranoid.

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Yes, I think it was Mr. Zedan who I noticed appears on social media dressed in Arabian costume. What that means I have no idea. I hadn't thought to ask some of the people who might actually know something about that.

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Someone is asking for information about the Arabs in our midst. Yes, I vaguely remember seeing somewhere in social media a photo of one of our classmates dressed in Arabian garb. Well, we always knew there were a few Arabs in our midst there in the country but how they later became so radicalized and powerful I have no idea. I was already gone. Not meaning not to be helpful but I don't remember very much of anything specific from high school to help with that. I really wasn't paying attention to that.

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The only thing that I know for sure is that there is no way my name could possibly be on any terror watch list. That is a complete fabrication. Scary to think that any slanderous liar happening on the scene could transpose a few paragraphs in such a way that makes me appear bad even though they are really covering for someone else, obviously, and no one will listen to me, even though they are just some Arizona liars.

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I do remember Bruce talking about his Italian friend there in Tucson who was finding it hard to shake free of his mafia connections. Apparently those Italians get so embedded in their own mafia culture that they cannot see anything else. But that is not our problem. So?

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I do vaguely remember in college chatting with Dana from San Diego. However, who this other Dana Duck might be I have no idea.

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Oh, so you were just probing for more information about Bruce Brock, as if we still cared about such a crashing bore as that, always so full of himself and not much else. After he went home to Arizona, a letter was received from his girlfriend, addressed to the care of our family, which my mother opened and read. I didn't read the letter, but my mom said she was shocked to see a detailed description of their intimate encounters. So I guess that probably means he that will be getting married soon. But what makes them think we should care so much about that? His summer of missions training was over and our duty was done. I imagine the letter was forwarded to Bruce in Arizona or returned to sender or something. But of course I can't control what my parents might have said about that later, if anything.

He chose to take sides with the prankster little sister even though she pulled several pranks on him, including a bucket of water propped on top of the door among others. I don't remember, I wasn't paying attention to that. But of course he himself loudly boasted of his college pranks in the hearing of all so obviously it would make sense that pranksters of a feather would flock together. So if you wake up some morning with toothpaste smeared all over your face, well, don't say that you weren't warned about these pranksters.

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I hope that you are not saying that your cousins are the whiney Brocks of Tucson. I am sick and tired of hearing the shrill Brock voices shrieking in the night. Just because Bruce spent a summer with our family in El Salvador in the early 1970s, when I was 14 or 15, but that is a whole different story for another time.

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I never had the slightest connection to Rhode Island, so why all this commotion? I vaguely recall that Mrs. Sanchez was originally from somewhere in New England but we weren't paying attention to that. Sometimes these people think they are really big chiefs when they are a country doctor living in a tiny little country, and then they come to the big U.S. imagining that they are going to hang on to that lofty social status here as if nothing had changed, as if they were still big fish in a little pond, when actually the reverse is true now and the rest of us have moved on and forgotten about them. Here in the U.S. they are nothing special, their opinions of us holding no significance that we should be bothered by them. I would prefer to graciously avoid having to insult my former friends and classmates, but all this chattering forces me to recall their emotional and family problems that we would graciously overlook, rather than to remark on the abysmal quality of the snarky products of the Baptist Bells and Reeces, almost not to be distinguished from the average Catholic on the street. So what are they bragging about? What place have they to for the working of the Holy Spirt, so anxiously are they involved in the strife of carnality? One thing is true, the socially ambitious "rich" Baptists would probably never darken the door of a Pentecostal church, and some of those social ambitions have crept into the Pentecostal churches as well and changed them also. So times have changed. Even so. So? I cannot be expected to keep track of all these people. Only God can do that.

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Yes, one would think that the dreary Wilson family would be ashamed of the obvious attempts on their part to shovel their own medicine onto innocent bystanders such as myself, as if I even know what they are talking about. Oh, I didn't know that. I had not heard the story of Karen until after I was bombarded by an avalanche of Guilded garbage. Oh, how interesting. And even so, I really don't care anymore about those dreary band geeks. I have no reason to offer any commentary on that point, which I can sort of imagine would only be utilized in some fictional gaming scenario that I had not planned for. Still, that was an interestingly backhanded way to learn new information about certain people, even though I really don't care that much.

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So you were asking me a question about the Wrights. Miss Stewart, who grew up in El Salvador in the 1960s, married Mr. Wright, whose family were missionaries in Belize, otherwise known as British Columbia, so I suppose that strengthens the Stewarts' ties to the Old Country, even though their family were ranchers in Paso Robles area before they went to Central America as missionaries, but I don't have a clear picture of their aristocratic Jacobite aspirations, just that they would easily kick us around when they get tired of us lower class hangers on hanging around. So obviously we cannot depend on them for anything, even though they are expecting us to deliver something for them although I am not sure what. I doubt they would agree to pay our tax bill so it is hard for us to understand what they are yukkety-yukking about there in networking la-la land.

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Obviously there would be no reason for me to engage in dialogue with the Arab landowner as I have no intention of selling something. Sorry. Killing me will not solve your problem. It will just go to someone else in my family and you will get nothing as usual.

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Yes, there is a photograph from college of myself and Lisa and Heather and Grace all dressed up to go to the Christmas banquet. Some of us have some weird expressions on our faces because, I don't know, someone said to ham it up so we played along. So? It was only a pose that I do not wish to repeat later. Some snarky people were not kind in their interpretations of that, but I really don't care about what they think. That wasn't who I am.

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Here I go again, having to explain about the time that Roy and Vickie were telling us about their cousin in Arizona who won the lottery. But they never mentioned names so you can't seriously be expecting me to go looking for a needle in a haystack. You could always ask Roy and Vickie for some pointers. That was back in the 1970s, before lotteries became so commonplace in every state, so it might have seemed amazing at the time. And what sort of poor person buys lottery tickets anyway? Certainly not me. So there you go again, alluding to the non-existent lottery ticket, just because you read some article about the lottery's arrival in Florida.

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From ages 4-7 I lived in San Bernardino, California, where I attended the Lutheran Christian School, although my parents worked at an AG church, but our church had no school. At that time I had a boyfriend, I think his name was David but I don't recall his last name. I seem to remember that we once kissed inside the barrel on the play ground but I don't remember anything else about that. Our friend Earl broke his leg so we all signed his cast. Those are the few memories that I have of that school, but I don't remember any last names of those people. How odd that those people would be hunting me down all these years later to scream and yell and complain about my Spelling Bee trophy. I had completely forgotten about them. I can't even remember who they were. Well, Debbie Lange was there, but that would be the only person whose name I can actually remember, and that isn't saying much.

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Someone forgot to remind the Arabs that they have no oil rights in my life. They may have some land in Texas but they have no mineral rights, which means they have nothing of mine. Sorry, but no dice. Even so, those particular Arabs have certainly made themselves a nuisance to us with their continual attempts to rejigger things. There ought to be some legal way to flush them out but I have no way of knowing how to do that. I just have no idea.

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When I was in second grade in California, I remember that someone came to our school and presented a story about a bear and we were to supply an ending to the story. So each of us wrote a continuation of the bear story and turned it in, and maybe some were called to read theirs aloud in class. I don't remember what mine was or if I read mine aloud. I don't remember that, just that I was 7 years old at the time and that someone else in my 2nd grade class really hated my guts. Why else would they be reminding all these years later of the role that I played in the Thanksgiving play at school assembly, a rabbit, my costume a pair of pink paper rabbit ears? "Happy Thanksgiving" was my line, the very word that won me the Spelling Bee trophy, beating a 3rd grade boy whose name I cannot recall. Sorry but I really don't remember those people. They were always so mean to me so obviously I won't be stopping by later to renew acquaintances. I mean really, is there some reason why I should feel guilty about the Spelling Bee trophy on my shelf, just because you are too stupid to spell your own state of mind? I think not.

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So for the sake of my freedom of conscience, I am determined to go solo in life. Which means finding some polite way to dump those vile hideous fairy fags in the garbage can as I move along with them. Their fairy-fag slave partners will take care of them so now there is no reason for me to worry about them. Just don't ask me to say what I really think about them. I am more worried about my own life course, because, for one thing, the tax laws punish solo flights, and also because I much dread the unnecessary and noxious interference of someone else's French-fried idiot husband deliberately attempting to trip me up. As if I didn't have enough problems already. I am just saying.

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Yes, I do have very strong feelings about myself not wanting to be mistaken for some vile hideous fairy fag. I cannot think of a worse nightmarish fate than that. I always thought that Rose was the most loathsome repulsive creature, once peeking over my shoulder to make some snarky comment about my handwriting. I strongly wish to go solo. If no man wants me for a wife, well then I will just have to go solo. Which means there is no place here for those hideous fairy fags Rose, Debbie or Sharon. Someone really ought to explain this point to them somehow even if they are so stupid they might not even get it.

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Yes, how ridiculous, that this dirty pagan stripper Cori should dare to accuse me of something. There is no leader ship in the wings for them with that pompous arrogant attitude, obviously.

And where is my remedy at law for this grossly, nay even criminally negligent mistake committed by them, not me, in mistakenly confounding me with that hideous fairy fag Rose? Who is going to easily explain their mistake so that I can resume my normal life no longer plagued by the putrid associations of the dreary Wilson family, who prove mostly that you can have even a doctoral degree and yet your head is full of mostly magazine rubbish. Nobody really cares whether Jody's major was actually Bible or history or political science. Nobody remembers anymore who they really were, nor do we care.

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I remember when I was living in California, a young couple in the choir were talking about their guns and how they had gone somewhere to practice shooting at a target. Yes, I suppose that if I had married a gun enthusiast, I too could have been persuaded to learn something more about that. But as it is, I am not married to a gun enthusiast so had no reason to ask more questions about that. When I was in second grade I remember hearing the story of how my teacher's husband accidentally shot himself while cleaning his guns, so I have always felt some reluctance to learn more about guns.

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I remember hearing that the second wife of my Dad's Uncle Ben was a Puerto Rican lady. He died a few years ago and she might also have died. So that was nice that they had companionship in their retirement years. Still, I never met them and don't know anything about it. It does seem a bit awkward to have this huge pack of Puerto Ricans continuously agitating to make something out of nothing. Most of us are not very interested in learning more about the particulars of Puerto Rico and its territorial condition, not being involved in the politics of that. It was really the Scotty Kid Tommy Anderson who was the minister to the Porto Ricans of Hawaii, not us. The Scotty Kid might have been an acquaintance of my great-grandparents. My Dad's Uncle Ben had three brothers and three sisters and the extended family is now much bigger than that. Now that the Puerto Ricans are bankrupt I have no idea what that will mean in regards to their future statehood. I never knew anything about it. I wasn't paying attention to that.

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I really cannot think of anything nice to say about your boring foul-mouthed skunks Cori and Jody. Yes, it is true that I never could do much in the way of spiritual leadership when surrounded by these dreary worthless Evans people. I do not wish to be mean to them, but how do I politely remind them that I am not their slave property? Please tell them for me to go away and stop bothering me, to get off my back. They just don't seem to understand that I do not want their secondhand junk. College is over now. I will be just fine without some worthless piece of Evans dirt that never meant anything anyway.

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I don't know how you are expecting me to discuss something about Helen and Harvey when I don't even know that these people ever existed. No one told me anything about them. All the information I have about them now, I found on the Internet later, not exactly a primary source, or reliable, needless to say. Ok, so my grandmother on my mother's side was a Methodist, but that was 100 years ago. She died in the 1970s. So now you are telling me that Harvey and Helen were also Methodists, but their denomination collapsed and was merged into the United Methodists, of which I know almost nothing. So? My mother attended a Methodist church in her youth, but got saved later at an Assemblies of God church meeting, and my Dad also was raised Assemblies of God, so the AG is pretty much all that I know in a personal way. I don't feel any great urgency to discuss the reasons why the United Methodist is not a synonym of United Pentecostal, a question entirely irrelevant to my personal life. If you were going to pay me a salary to research these matters that would be one thing. But just to ramble on about issues of no concern to me would seem so ridiculous as to not merit a second thought.

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I seem to get the idea that Mary has a special deal going on. I sort of get the idea but I don't really think that it was a good idea for you to give such a huge microphone to the stupid Psych major Nanodog who, the way I remember it, never had anything intelligent to say. She might have looked like a fashion model but sadly no one here is interested in further exploring with her the French Catholic hell where she is currently locked down even though she probably doesn't even know it.

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I don't think that it is fair that these Mexicans are permitted to shoot to kill white people such as myself just because. They don't like me and that is never going to change. If their Mexican genocidal desire to kill white people is not checked now, probably they are just going to get bolder and bolder until no white person will be safe in the United States of Mexico/America. I am just saying.

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Yes, I continue to think that it is not fair that these Mexican people can hold me hostage for any little thing just because I am white, and anything that they say will be given greater weight whether or not it is true or whether or not the punishments fits, while I would not be allowed to say anything critical about them no matter what they do, as for example the time in P.E. class when some girls were screaming in my face about how they were going to teach me a lesson about Mexican superiority even though I didn't do anything to them, and I didn't even say anything, I was just white so they automatically didn't like me no matter what.

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Back in the old days, I remember that Bill looked so Irish and wasn't he from somewhere up north, maybe New York or New Jersey? And he had an Italian girlfriend, Christina. Later someone told me that Bill's mother is also Italian. So maybe that partly helps to explain his 'Cosa Nostra' standoffish attitude, which so grates on the nerves of normal persons such as myself. Bill got along well with those whiney Italians who were always so eager to attack me and find fault with me. It's not like I could count on Bill to help me or defend me in anything so obviously Bill is worthless to me. For Bill it is just all about them.

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Yes, I vaguely remember back in the old days Pam and Craig trying to encourage me about Bill, saying something about him as if I should be interested. But I wasn't interested in Bill, I don't know why. There was just always something very annoying about Bill, not that I could express that in so many words at the time.

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In regards to land ownership, nobody asked you to shuffle the deck chairs, thus mingling apples with oranges and creating another wholly unnecessary layer of confusion to an already confusing picture. There is no need for me to respond to an artificially constructed scenario that may or may not be true, thus exposing myself to risks that may or may not exist. You obviously are in league with the dreary Cranfords who are so afraid of their own shadow, as if.

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Just think, I had my chance to get a life of my own but failed to kill my sister. If only I had a huge Rockefeller fortune, I could have hired some creepy Italian hit man to kill off the sister so then you can go around talking about how you were just helping, being as you are the dirty dark side of the bright shining Rocky lights, and what an unbearable hardship it would have been for such a wealthy powerful man to have this other woman looking so much like his wife, her identical twin, still hanging around to confuse matters. So you took matters into your own hands and now you are not sorry. I am thinking that you just want to elaborate on More's Utopia so you can further rationalize on matters of murder and/or euthanasia. So? I don't want to hear more about that, obviously. Where did this nightmare come from? I can't quite remember. I would be in so much trouble if I even thought of doing that.

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Yes, it does seem a bit awkward, the Hittenbergers, once missionaries to Haiti, are now intermarried with the immensely powerful and wealthy Rockefellers of New York, or is it West Virginia, which seems to generate an additional cloud of confusion, social and political, in the Caribbean region, although I wouldn't know very much about that. I never lived in the Caribbean and am not interested in learning more about that. I live in the U.S. now so am not interested in learning more about the Hit stuff. It just doesn't matter anymore, at least not to me. It seems sort of creepy to have all these political people holding me hostage for no particular reason.

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Actually, I probably should be saying better things about convents. In future generations, we might actually need more such places where Christian people can find escape and refuge and protection from the pathetically stupid F-bomb street people currently holding sway in New York. What if a huge majority of the people are basically wrong and only a small minority of us are right about something? Don't we have any legal rights at all to put off these annoying animal-people in their proper places? So that although institutions can be abused also, still we might need way to turn off their stupid game so as not to be distracted so that we can actually get something done.

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So does this mean that Billy Burns, whose family at one time attended our church here, might actually some distant cousins of ours? If they knew that, why didn't they say something? We wouldn't have known that because we had not down our ancestry research at that time. We only know that my Dad's Uncle Sam in the San Francisco area was married to Juanita Burns, his second wife, but that is a whole different story. And even if that is true, so?

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Why is this smart alecky nuisance still harping on the Levines connection? It is true that my great-grandmother's father was Mr. Archibald Levines, but, for one thing, he died in 1895, so beyond a couple of very ancient photographs not much is known of this mysterious person. Also, our great-grandmother was raised mostly by her Smith uncles and aunts and cousins, who were maybe Methodists, in a small village of Pennsylvania near the border with New York, her father rarely appearing in her life but a handful of times after her mother's death when she was a small child. It is known that Mr. Levines had another daughter, Esther 'Etta' Levens, by an earlier marriage, but nothing is known of those people, just that their names appear in the genealogical record, Etta later marrying a certain Mr. Benjamin Burns and they had six children. And then Mr. Levines married thirdly, in 1889, Margaret Mitchell from Scotland, whose name also appears in the ancestral records. So?

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Yes, it might have been United Way that was our company's choice for donations to be automatically deductible from an employee's paycheck should the employee take that option, although I really don't remember. I don't know very much about United Way. They probably do some good things, and they certainly are huge, but like I said, I already give through my church and if I had extra money to throw around there might be some other organizations that I might prefer to donate to on my own. World Vision. Wycliffe. Teen Challenge. 700 Club. etc. etc. etc. There are so many non-profits out there competing for the extra dollar even though I tend to think that probably the Christian should give top priority to the local church as well. Otherwise we might have to leave the job of the church to the non-profits orgs, send in our donations online and sit home watching church on television on our own schedule, never having to go anywhere. So?

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It does seem odd that someone upstairs was going out of their way to insult me in regards to Teen Challenge. Ok, so Teen Challenge does not give money to girls. Only the Hittenberger boys will be getting college money from Teen Challenge. Ok, fine. Whatever. How many times do I have to hear this same very old story over and over again, as if I didn't hear that the first time? It is true that during high school on my bookshelf at home were some books by David Wilkerson and Nicky Cruz telling the stories of some New York drug addicts and criminals whose lives were reformed in connection with their church ministry, and also we saw the famous movie. So I read the books, and so that's nice for them, but that does not inspire me to want to go to New York and get involved with those Teen Challenge people who have so many personal problems of a criminal nature. What a nightmare. Maybe we should all feel more pity for the Pennsylvania Wilkerson family, but after all those insulting commentaries from somewhere I am not inspired to contribute anything to their horrible Caribbean nightmare. If I got rich quick someday I might send them a donation but otherwise I have no reason to dialogue with those dreary drug addicts.

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Yes, I do recall that when I was working at a secular job, I was given by my employer the option of allowing them to deduct automatically from my salary a donation to a charitable non-profit organization. I forget the name of it but one imagines that it probably does good things in the community. However, I did not choose that option because I already donated 10 percent of my salary to my church for its hopefully charitable purposes, so at the time an additional deduction seemed excessive to me given that my salary was not that stellar anyway.

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In my personal high school diary I talk something about the high honor of serving God in ministry, so obviously I can't have some stupid trashy Catholic bimbos reading that. Catholics are so stupid they would think only of nunneries, that is how stupid Catholic people are. Yes, I wonder who stole that high school diary? I haven't found it now for several years.

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Yes I do recall that the example of Libby proves that you can be a redhead and yet be ugly as a frizzy-headed toad, unlike my own beautiful self. Sorry but if you asked I would have to say it so don't ask.

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Why is that haughty arrogant monstrous Libby so puffed up about something? She is such a nasty horrible person who pals around with the nastiest people and treats me like garbage. You can't ignore me throughout four years of high school and then expect me to care later about stupid life. I really couldn't care less about Libby.

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I hope that in future you keep a tight muzzle on your horrid Porto Rican Stacy monster. I have better things to do than sit here and allow myself to be insulted by your horrid snarky Irish-Porto Rican monstrosities.

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Oh, ha ha ha! The haughty arrogant descendants of the unbelievably cruel and wicked Spanish Conquistadors of Puerto Rico presuming to lecture me on subjects of colonialism? Ha ha ha!

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So you smart alecky Communists think that you are so clever in seizing my inheritance. Well, guess what! All you are going to get is a tax bill. All the rights that you would get from me would be a perpetual and unending responsibility to pay a tax bill. Whether you would ever actually get any income from that is a matter of some speculation. It could be a hundred years before they get around to actually pumping oil there, assuming they ever find something on our particular spot. There is currently no rush to tap American oil when the Middle East oilfields are producing an abundance of fuel to meet all needs around the world. So I really don't see the logical reason for such jealousy of my inheritance when actually it is just a bill that I don't even know how I would pay given all the damages wreaked by these horrid greedy New Yorkers who actually don't know what they are talking about. Who are you to command U.S. oil reserves, you greedy idiot?

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I do hope that the New York Zoo is keeping its Cheetah exhibits under lock and key because those are some vicious crazy animals that can do a lot of damage if allowed to roam freely around the countryside.

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As we can see, these Porto Rican woman are all of them trashy dancing Cheaters, now married to the wimpy Billiard Hall champions of North Carolina. Ho hum! I really couldn't care less.

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Yes, speaking of white trash, you must have mistaken me for the white trash Murrays who somehow appeared at our college even though they really don't belong here. I think that I have better things to do than fake socialize with your hideous Porto Rican dog Staycee and her wimpy milquetoast husband from North Carolina. I always studiously avoid your fiery stupid Porto Rican bimbos because they are so stupid and don't know it. They never seem to see how repulsive they really are. But I am too kind to bother to point this out to them. That wouldn't be very nice of me. So I just politely avoid your stupid Porto Ricans because I really don't like their stupid slave master attitude. Someone really needs to disabuse these shrill Porto Rican hags of their slave master illusions but probably they won't listen to me. They think themselves a higher authority than white missionaires even though they are really a Territorial illusion of nothing much.

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Where is it written that I must please all of the people all of the time? Actually, I do not believe that. I refuse to worship this anonymous "people" as some sort of deity which claims more allegiance than it deserves to get. There is a limit to what the "people" are doing to get from me. These simple-minded "people" should be learning to have faith in God, not in white people such as myself. There will come a day when we will just be gone.

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I wonder what makes these stupid Porto Rican dogs think that I would want to ally myself with them in opposition to trashy Cuban slut Debbie? That's quite a load of garbage you are trying to shove down my throat. What do they mean by "everything" anyway? Not to insult some extended family, but I will not be available later to play stupid games with Sylvia.

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Where did all these horrid Porto Rican-Filipinas come from and why are they all screaming at me? I am not even aware of their Territorial existence and yet there they are screaming about fictional scenarios that never happened. There is nothing that makes me think they would deserve a celebration of their American mediocrity, their caving to the demands of worldliness, their failure to persuade us that they are not Mormon moles in disguise. Didn't those Porto Ricans mistake me for white trash? They might have been slave properties of the Anderson but I was never in Hawaii and don't know anything about that. So whether Porto Rico ever attains statehood is none of my concern. I really couldn't care less about them.

Which Reminds Me

It doesn't seem fair to me somehow that I should feel myself compelled to do someone else's South Carolina homework. What a mess.

From reading great-grandmother's diaries we learn that the family of my Dad's Uncle Ben at one time lived in South Carolina, maybe in the 1960s. So? I may have driven through various states on the way to somewhere else but never spent any significant time in South Carolina. You must have gotten me confused with someone else, perhaps that hideous fairy-fag Rose Wilson. I never had the slightest connection to those stupid people so I really don't see what that has to do with me.