Tuesday, November 21, 2017

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I heard the voice of the Harvey hoe from Arkansas circulating in the ozone layer. She was talking as if there were a contest between us which she won, although I was not aware of myself competing with her during college. She was just a boring person from Arkansas. At one time she was seen to be dating Tim Delorto, a trumpet player, but apparently that did not last very long. So? Arkansas people come to Californiaa thinking that they are going to fix everything but actually it is more complicated than anything that Barbara's tiny little mind could possibly comprehend, or I would be able to explain in a few short words. I have not much patience for them.

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We were not aware of the existence of the Rowings, and even so, so what? Easy for you to sit there living in your own private methodically inefficient bubble and never have to face the fact that you are really not that good, not really anybody that important, that this was all a bad dream and there is no easy way to escape your own evil reflection. You might even be sucking face with the wicked Mr. Longwell, which only makes your rotten behavior even more incredible. Which planet did you say you are from?

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Thanks for letting me tell my story.

Monday, November 20, 2017

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Greetings to you people in Magazine Junkland! Are you feeling blue, having sold out your souls to Massachusetts? Yes, I remember that Dauna K. from college said she is somehow connected to the Kopekny gang, which is another reason to avoid discussing party politics with her. We prefer not to be drawn into arguments about the electoral prospects of them. We have no comment and no connection to the Ticket of 2032. Who knows how things might change in the next decade and how deeply blue the map of New York will get? Oh, it is already blue most of the time. So? Don't be putting your whole faith in party politics. You will just be disappointed either way if you have too many expectations about politics.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am really not a big fan of Tennessee partly because country music is not my thing. The good songs are few, most of the country having gone from bad to worse. There are other reasons, also, why I really would prefer not to go there, at least not to live. I don't want Tennessee riding my back. Get off my back, Tennessee. I am warning you, Tennessee, get off my back.

Friday, November 17, 2017

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Where in the law is it written that I must answer for all the crazy things that my relatives and cousins have said or done? What a headache. I sort of can understand the frustration of speaking out in anger at being falsely accused by annoying people, but anyway we would prefer to NOT be forced to sink to the level of those other people who reflexively use words demeaning and degrading to women because they apparently have no other vocabulary and also because they never THINK. They just emotionally burst out into strings of robotically designated wordings because, whatever, I don't know why they do that. Am I the doctor of philosophy who can explain all conundrums of human existence from the beginning of time to the present? No, I think that I do not have that information readily at my fingertips. Sorry about that.

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Once upon a time, many years ago, my Aunt Cindy was telling me that she had berated some woman who had apparently made a pass at her husband Steve. For the record, I don't know who she was, just some people they were visiting on the East Coast. I only know that I was not there at the time. For more information about that, call Cindy. I have nothing more than what she said about that. 

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It is well known that my mother had an Aunt Madge, who was my grandmother's youngest sister, and her husband was my mother's Uncle John. It is less well known that my grandmother also had a brother named John, although he is rarely referred to, and only as Uncle Cecil, called by his middle name. He died in 1966. One assumes that my mother's Uncle Cecil, who was married to Myrtle G. Smith b. 1896, probably has some descendants living somewhere on the planet although I have no idea where they might be. I never had any contact with those people and do not know one thing about them.

Yes, I suppose that genealogy research might turn up some informational tidbits, but even so I have no idea why I should care about that. Our paths have never crossed in all these years, so perhaps we will never know what happened to them.Tracking them down is not high on our list of priority tasks.


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What makes you think that I would want to be socialized by these dreary boring Sicilians? Well, you can't pick your relatives or your high school classmates. They clutter my place uninvited with their Sicilian junk, and then expect me to clean up their mess later. I don't speak Sicilian language so I cannot do that, not that I speak Maltese either. That is just not my problem. I doubt that I would ever go there, even though the hot and dry Mediterranean climate might be similar to that of Southern California.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

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I hope you were not seriously expecting me to work with that boring Bill. He is an egg-sucking reptilian who sits there at his drum set secreting his poison through the back door. I just want my own life without Bill's minions crawling about in that hostile way of theirs.

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Coulda Shoulda Woulda

Yes, it is true that there are many other things that I could have done differently throughout my life and especially during high school. I have often said so myself. And yet it is clear that the deck was stacked against me from an early age. I cannot be condemned for not doing what was impossible for me to do. So all this drama is just so much window dressing all for their benefit. They never do anything that would be helpful to me. They always make it seem like it was all my fault. They always lead me along until they can catch me off guard and then stab me in the back. So obviously the game is rigged against me and my only choice is to lose graciously rather than to lose by throwing a petulant temper tantrum.

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Although I may buy a new car someday, I doubt somehow that I would ever buy a Hummer. I don't think that anyone would appreciate me cluttering up the front driveway with one of those clattering over-sized unsightly junky looking machines, even if it does have four wheels and runs with automatic transmission. Which is otherwise all I really need in a car. But anyway a choice of car is too personal to discuss with Hummer salespeople.

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Yes, I vaguely remember studying K, first and second grade at that Lutheran school in San Bernardino, where in second grade I won the spelling bee. I still have the trophy on a shelf and nothing you do can change that simple fact. I won the spelling bee because I spelled "Thanksgiving" correctly, the third grade boy having omitted the "s." Sorry but that is an unalterable fact of history that none of your machinations can erase. Needless to say.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

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I vaguely remember that when I was studying journalism, I wrote for the student newspaper an article about the need for healthcare reform. But that was in maybe 1988. I haven't thought about health care reform since that time. Health care reform is not a personal cause for me, just one of those perennial issues that will just probably always be with us in some form or another. Politicians will probably be tinkering with the healthcare system to fix some aspect of another of it a hundred years from now. Which reminds me, when I was visiting my aunt and uncle in California they were talking about Obama in a way that makes us think they are really impressed with him. They said that he attended a college in California and seemed to know something about that. However, what the precise nature of their personal connection to Obama might be I have no idea. I don't share their extreme leftist brownie ideals, but in trying to get along with the relatives, one does not delve deeply into matters of religion or politics. We don't necessarily agree with them on political matters but really it is better to avoid arguments with them because we probably don't agree with them on political matters. Needless to say.

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

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Yes, it is fairly clear in retrospect that Mrs. Moore does not have my back, all that scheming behind my back is not yet clear to me, needless to say, so obviously I do not have hers either. But shouldn't we just put them away quietly without a huge public fuss? I have to pay for that and then they just stab me in the back later so why dignify their self-seeking attention-grabbing nonsense with further discussion? We will just make our own arrangements without consulting them. Needless to say.

Sunday, November 12, 2017

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Yes, I suppose that if I wanted to be really snarky, I could make some sarcastic comments about how certain people do not deserve to be considered for titles of royalty—even though actually I did not know that anyone really wanted such a headache—even though that would only be my opinion, the proper authorities will make a decision on that point eventually, and if I had said something about that I would only be setting myself up for a counterattack, which, anyway, I already have enough problems without engaging in some artificially constructed confrontation over some obscure point that had not crossed my mind.

There is a lot of responsibility and expense attached to a title, especially one of royalty, even though the original meaning of that seems to be lost in the misty past. Some people still want that for some reason although I am not sure why I need to talk about this.

There was some discussion of how some titles of royalty can be purchased with cash or check, but they don't get much respect, the use of them being somewhat dubious, consisting of a mere monetary transaction, only an ornamental title to be printed on business cards and door plaques and so forth, detached from the original meaning of a sovereign bestowing some type of authority upon a person who has proven his leadership on behalf of the sovereign's government or something along those lines. Ok, whatever. I would really prefer not to opine on this topic. I have nothing to add to that.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

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How do we politely explain that we are not interested in, actually not even aware of, any involvement in the politics of Malta vs. Italy vs. England? Now that I have done some research, I see that that was Baron Strickland's personal thing because he married a Maltese woman, although it seems that now, because his heirs were mostly daughters, that they are not actually Stricklands anymore, so how can they continue a title that really does not get its castle from Malta? And also we Stricklands in the USA, having left England in the 1600s or 1700s, do not fall heir to any such title or castle, needless to say. Many titles go extinct for want of direct relevance and that is nothing unusual. Do the Stricklands in the U.S. want the old Baron's Maltese headaches? Probably not. Do we want to bear the financial expense of an English castle? Beautiful as the place may be, no, probably not. It seems logical then that the National Trust of England should pay for that, I guess. I really didn't know one thing about that, but since you asked.

And if I should someday travel in Europe, I have no reason to exclude any of these places, Malta or Italy or England, from my travel itinerary. I am sure these are all very nice places to visit as a tourist but I have no reason to live there. The people who live there are the ones who have to decide what they are going to do about holding elections and that sort of political thing. But tourists don't care about that. We tourists just want to be sure that it is safe to go there and visit all the museums and eat in the restaurants without any risk of violent character assassination plots.

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My grandmother had, in her basement, a shelf loaded with Mason jars full of jams and jellies, some of which she had made herself, others were gifts or trades from friends and the relatives, whether the Texas relatives or others I am not sure. But nowadays we tend to buy our jams and jellies at the grocery store. We have lost some of the old arts of canning in our pursuit of modern progress and we are not sorry to see them go. We will not be doing that again. We must go forward, not backward.

Friday, November 10, 2017

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Ok, so Pam loathes denominations. Even so, I don't appreciate having to defend myself from all these darts. The story of denominations is a very long story. Do I really have to pause to explain 500 years of Protestant church history just because Pammie-Puke has some anti-D bee buzzing in her bonnet? I have better things to do than waste my time trying to reason with the incredibly nasty people of Michigan, needless to say.

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I heard some chatter about how ORU was trying to attach me to their nonsense. I don't want ORU in my life. Don't I have something to say about my own life? I couldn't care less about ORU. What was David thinking? Why did he go to that horrible place? Why did he ally himself with all those horrible ORU people? I have no idea. I just couldn't care less about ORU. Needless to say.

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Yes, I heard some chatter about their Swiss bank accounts, but nobody really cares about that. I would only be guessing if I said anything about that, and anyway it wasn't my money, so I really cannot give you a key to the vault. You might get more accurate information from maybe Martha, if you really care to learn more. I really don't care. You are just barking up the wrong tree if you ask me about the money.

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Yes, I do remember that Pam was saying all sorts of nasty things about "denominations." She is an "independent" and does not want to be associated in any way with a "denomination." She only attends "non-denominational" churches and feels herself entitled to dismissively criticize and insult anything that might be termed "denominational." So that's her opinion.

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Yes, I suppose that perhaps I could have told Mercedes personally what a nuisance I think that she actually is and how I do not care to chat with her about personal matters. Ok, so I am a coward about confrontations, I had my mother do it for me. It is bad enough having a confrontational sister and then you want me to confrontationalize other people as well. There is a point where I can't function with all these confrontationalists always screaming in my face. I just want to be at peace with myself at least.

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At one time during high school, in 11th grade, our maid was a person named Mercedes, a somewhat annoying person who always seemed to be doing something nearby so that she could easily overhear whatever we were saying or watch what we were doing, even in her spare time she would come into the family room and flop into a chair to chat. This got very tiresome after a very long time of putting up with her. I don't want to have to be always tripping over her all the time so I complained to my mother about her and then my mother said something to her about spending more time in her room and then she quit, which actually was the perfect solution actually for being rid of her because she really was getting to be a serious nuisance.

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In a past era, I mentioned that I had originally introduced Pam, from work, to Craig, but obviously I cannot take any credit for the way the sparks suddenly flew between them. Needless to say. What she saw in the little weasel I have no idea. I personally was not that interested. He had previously dated Michelle but to me he was just one of those guys at church.

Sometimes we cannot see all of the attachments until later so perhaps it is better to never again communicate with them because they have all these weird attachments that come back around to bite or sting like a scorpion or bee. I have no fond partiality for the Roberts family so I really don't care that much about getting hit on the back side of whatever their problem is. It is weird that Pam later became so aggressively hostile toward me. In my opinion, she is not really that special just because her name is Roberts, but she has some other movie script running through her head which has nothing to do with any reality that I am aware of.

Thursday, November 9, 2017

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Why Libby, you clueless Boricua Butthead! Do I really have to express in so many words how NOT interested I am in learning more about your worthless Puerto Rican torture chambers? PR is nothing. To do PR you have to have a sincere product to offer and pure motives and I don't see anything there but Libby looking to promote herself at my expense. She always was one of those attention seekers in high school and I see that nothing has changed. Libby has nothing intelligent to say, she just wants to take her photo opportunities at every step of the way, even if that means nothing will happen other than Libby's photo opportunities run amok. But no, Libby will not have any important role in my life later. Not to be rude but just because you were sitting more toward the other side of the classroom in high school, that does not mean that I am going to take you home with me. You will have to go home with your parents and/or that Puerto Rican maid who works for you because I am not available.

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Yes, I noticed that ugly Scottish roadhog masquerading as a U.S. citizen. If all UK women are such trashy bimbos as that, they certainly have no place to be throwing darts at me. You insisted on doing that to yourself without any help from me so you'll just have to clean up your own mess because I can't help you with that. 

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

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Yes, someone is reminding us about the utility of having a few Mason jars handy for storing jams and jellies and also maybe some pickled things. However, all these canning jokes distract attention from the fact that actually I am not the Mason jar to whom you refer and cannot imagine why we need to talk about that. I am sure that there is a place for Masons somewhere in society but anyway I really am not sure to whom I should be redirecting these Mason jar commentaries. I really had no idea, but that is interesting to know. Ball jars are another brand name that I can remember.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

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Back in the old days, when Pam and Craig were only dating, Pam liked to boast at work that Craig had such good control. Ok, so, that's nice to hear, I guess, but if Craig tries to carry out his later online threats of controlling of me, he will be sorry. I will not be cooperating with that. Craig has no place to be screaming crazy things about me. Maybe he wasn't there at the time when Susie was heard to be voicing her criticism of them, and he thought it was me that said that, or else Susie was repeating something that Pam's roommates said, but anyway I am not Susie. Pam and Craig are not my problem. Why should I parrot what Susie said that Pam's roommates said about them. Let Pam's roommates and Susie speak their own opinions and leave me out of that. I really can't help with that. Needless to say.

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Yes, Pam Roberts never mentioned anything at work about her possible family connection to Richard Roberts and the gang at ORU, but later, due to information flowing through the wringer, we start to wonder whether that actually might be the case. Strange that anyone would care about the idiotic rantings of Pam who vomits everything ever said to her, but the Roberts family are revered as gods by the primitive peoples of Oklahoma, so we have to be careful how we approach that subject. ORU people are notoriously dependent on Roberts, and Hillsdale is the same kind of clueless as far as I can see. Hillsdale doesn't have much to boast of if Pam is all they got. Roberts is really a very common name and Pam really has no special insight of her own that anyone should care to be reminded of them. Needless to say.

And who took the Dixon book? I had that at one time but can't seem to find it now.

Monday, November 6, 2017

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Yes, I also remember that you were saying that you have a problem with this word "confidence." It really bothers you whenever I have "confidence" in myself or in anything that I believe or if I may express any opinion. You always try to make me feel worthless and wrong. So how do you reconcile your anti-confidence attitude with the Scriptures, especially the book of Hebrews, where confidence is a specific order.

Hebrews 3:6: "But Christ is faithful as the Son over God’s house. And we are his house, if indeed we hold firmly to our confidence and the hope in which we glory." 
Hebrews 4:16: "Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need."
Hebrews 10:19: "Therefore, brothers and sisters, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus,"
Hebrews 10:35: "So do not throw away your confidence; it will be richly rewarded."
Hebrews 11:1: "Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see."
Hebrews 13:6: "So we say with confidence, “The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?”
Hebrews 13:17: "Have confidence in your leaders and submit to their authority, because they keep watch over you as those who must give an account. Do this so that their work will be a joy, not a burden, for that would be of no benefit to you."

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I wonder whatever happened to that golden rule of U.S.A politics which says that I am to be considered innocent until and unless convicted in a court of law. Well, that can never happen. I have always been a completely loyal citizen of the USA and there is no evidence or reason to be suggesting otherwise. So obviously you are just barking up the wrong tree. But all of these clues do make me wonder what someone else might be guilty of. Sorry that I am not able to turn state's evidence but I am not them. I think that I would know if I were guilty of something of that nature and yet nothing come's to mind.

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Yes, it is a bit awkward to see those pagan trashy Gonzos pretending to be Christian. There is nothing Christian about their bad behavior, so needless to say it is horrifying to see the repulsive putrid Gonzos trying to attach themselves to the family tree. They are stupid disgusting liars, at least in my opinion. But let those dikey dog Colette hoes rot in their own foul stew. Why should I dirty my hands with their filthy Gonzo mess?

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Only in our recent researches do we learn of the existence of Baron San Giovanni who works for the U.S. Water Department. Hmmm. ... I wonder if he is related somehow to the San Giovannis of high school. Oddly, there is a question of whether the San Giovannis ever lived in Malta or Sicily. A point of no interest to me, but are they Italians or Maltese? This actually could matter somehow, although I am not sure how. I was not aware until recently of the Stricklands of Malta and/or Britain. My grandmother was a Strickland but the documentation connecting America to them is somewhat sketchy and irrelevant to the point of Malta. You were making some points about the Norman conquerors of whom the Stricklands may be numbered, sort of. And there is even a castle that at one time belonged to the family of Walter Strickland, but now belongs to England's National Trust. Even so, I don't know why I should care about that. I am neither Maltese nor Italian nor British. I really cannot see why I should feel sorry for these vicious hateful nasty Italian/Maltese witches named Kathy. These points are not connecting somehow.

Maybe you could write a new book, "Killing Ted." 

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Someone was reminding me that I was seen in the hallways of high school talking to Angela. Yes, so, there was a brief conversation in which she complimented my new blouse which was a nice thing to say. But beyond that I have no information to offer about Angela's personal story or what else happened to her after she was seen at the fair dating Kathy's ex-boyfriend. I just have no idea what that was about.

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Sad to see that my sister sold her soul to those dreary Italian skunk people so she will just have to live with the consequences of being related to those shrill Italian hags. I will be gone soon so it won't be my problem. I won't have to live with those vulgar hideous Italian people always screaming and yelling about the most ridiculous and irrelevant points. Am I your Maltese dog, that I should be expected to take orders from mentally retarded Italian bimbos named Kathy? No, I am not your Maltese dog and I don't take my orders from the Italian government.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during high school, working in journalism class, someone made a derogatory comment about my stomach sort sticking out, which was a strange thing to say because really during high school I never weighed more than 125 pounds. It was only later that overeating and too many snacks and soda added to that. But at the time I just shrugged that off with no comment because, really, I would prefer not to discuss anything of a personal matter with that stupid anorexical bimbo Kathy. Who has a flat stomach unless you are built that way or else anorexic? But I wasn't shaped that way and neither was I never anorexic. So there is nothing that I need to say about that.

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During my recent researches, I learned of the existence of the Mr. Calkins who invented some type of wringer washing machine, which I imagine was a rather lucrative thing to own the patent of back in the 19th century. He was in Chicago.

However, just because my last name is Calkins, that does not mean that I am in any way related to the wringer washing machine people, or in any way heir to that money. We may or may not be all descended from the common ancestor who came to America in 1640, Hugh Calkins, not to be confused with that other Hewe.

Now there is a point worth about two cents. 

But whether or not Harvey got the washing machine money or not is not a matter that ever crosses my mind, given that I did not know these people existed until quite recently, and now, knowing that they exist, so what? I cannot tell their story. Let them speak for themselves. I just want to be on my way, to be rid of them and I will be gone as soon as I get my exit check in hand. Do I really have to sit here and be insulted on a regular basis by those dirty dogs Pam and Craig? There is a point where one has to turn the tables on you worthless Michigan/Wisconsin riff-raff idiots and fight back. Or else just leave because I have no chance of winning your rigged game, you dirty cheaters.

Saturday, November 4, 2017

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I am trying to remember who it was who was sounding out our opinions on the subject of wringer washing machines. Yes, my grandmother was still using one of those things even in the 1970s, until she died, come to think of it. She kept it in the garage. Very clever how the tub will be swishing and shaking and then suddenly it stops and the clothing, the sheets, etc., starts coming through the wringer. But, yes, of course, there is no money today in the market for wringer washing machines. Most people nowadays want a modern front-loader with lots of lights and buttons and dials on the control panel. But of course wringer washing machines had their day. Another example of old-fashioned outdated technologies that became obsolete because time didn't stand still for them. Needless to say, most of those old machines are now rusting in junkyards, but they did have their season.

Friday, November 3, 2017

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Oh, I know, wouldn't it be funny if Sylvia Brooke would come along and marry the man, Loren, whom I so cruelly dismissed, and then for me to end up working at the lousy translator job formerly held by Sylvia, except that I am not a willing participant. Poetic justice for Bill, perhaps, but I am not amused. I don't find this dribbling brooklet humor very funny.

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All of which begs the question, who gave the swaggering idiots of Louisiana the mistaken impression that I would be going there and taking money from that filthy dirty fleabag Jim? I never had any thought of them. I turned down the job that was suggested to me. No self-respecting Christian girl would want that disgusting wretch for a boss. I would rather kill myself than work for their putrid operation. I would not want to be mistaken for that dirty how Jessica. Needless to say.

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Why Sam, you blithering idiot, you have only yourself to blame for this wonton display of Jessica. I am rather shocked to learn of your intimate familiarity with the dreary cake bakers of Branson. The longer you talk, the more obvious it becomes that you spent a lot of time hanging out in the Gem. Uhhhh! What self-respecting Christian girl cares to be counted amongst the dreary counterfeiters who would ever pause to listen to the idiotic ratings of trashy bimbos named Jessica? It is mere coincidence that I happen to live in Florida, not by any design of socializing with them. Although it does seem an odd oxymoron that this dull and dreary Jessica should get away with all the money just for doing basically nothing other than to be a public nuisance. Other than maybe to give public notice of the need for Jim's empty head to be plowed under to make way for people who might not be so glamorous but who will be willing to do the requisite job without all this ridiculous and inappropriate freak show going on at the back door. But I am not the doormat of your back door. Needless to say.

But Sam lives on a different planet now. He married Jane and now must putter around in Deep Do-Do. Do this, do that, do whatever. Due this, due that, due whatever. Sad to hear, but I belong to the Independent Party now so that those dreary party poopers will have no place for raining on my parade. A party is not everything. There are priorities more important even than party planning. Parties have their places.

But Sam now lives on a different planet, obviously. Through Jane, he is now distantly related by in-law to the dreary Walkers of West Virginia, who at some time were missionaries somewhere in South America, maybe Peru or Ecuador, so he is confusing me with Elizabeth Hunt, who is my Dad's cousin. Now he talks through the Walkers, who have publicly given notice that they do not want me to come along with them. Their idea of me is perhaps confused with the Hunts, our relatives who were missionaries in Venezuela at the same time that we were in El Salvador. I never really compared notes with the Hunts so I really cannot speak for them. I have to just shrug off this nonsensical bid for Walker/Hunt self-importance because, anyway, not to necessarily defend Elizabeth, but neither am I related to the Walkers.

I am independently me and do not care to further this ridiculous dialogue through the nose.

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

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Yes, it does seem strangely out of place, all this silly chatter about the Nobel Prize. William Faulkner was one of the few Americans who actually won that prize, but there have been few and far between, the U.S. citizens who actually passed Swedish hurdles that are only vaguely comprehended here. Who knows, maybe if you write a book someday you too might have a chance to win the Nobel Prize, although literature is not the only way to win it. You could also make some amazing discovery in areas of science, mathematics, or economics. And then there is the Peace Prize, which has something to do with Swedish politics perhaps, I really don't understand how that works. Even so, it would be extremely premature to speculate whether the United States would care to sponsor your application to the Peace Prize, given your overwrought hostilities on silly points of wording. But I digress.

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Hmmm.... Backus.... Wasn't that the name of a loathsome repulsive swamp creature of whom very little is known? It lurks in back alleys and masks its true intentions, so what reasonable dialogue could I possibly have with those wine toadies? I really don't see the point of further dialogue along these lines. It just wouldn't be productive, at least not for me.

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Yes, someone is trying to remind me about something that happened in 10th grade English class, when one guy stood up a few seats away from me and talked about the problem of reeducating these clueless peasants who work on his family's estate. Coincidentally, he now lives in Chile. Whether or not they were indentured servants and/or slaves I really could not say. That was not the point of what he was saying at the time, although I suppose that you could jump to a few conclusions to get to that point, even though there were not enough words available from just what he said to build a case for or against slavery.

Monday, October 30, 2017

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Why should I trouble myself with thoughts of the succession of the British throne? I am neither Stewart nor Tudor, so this is not my problem. Queen Elizabeth II herself was heard reminding everyone that she herself is a descendant of Catherine of Aragon, the daughter of the Spanish monarchs Ferdinand and Isabella, which seems to consolidate her ancestral and hereditary power. So this is a point that makes it unnecessary to further discuss the events of the 16th century, although we can perhaps sort of see how Elizabeth I, the Tudor Queen, might have deemed it necessary to cut off the head of her half-sister Queen 'Bloody' Mary in order to stabilize England's political situation at the time. I can't say that Elizabeth was wrong on that point given the horrible record of Mary, and she also presided over the destruction of the Spanish Armada, but then again I am not Roman Catholic. We here in America find it hard to understand the politics of the Catholic Stricklands who stayed in England and were possibly among Catholic Mary's hosts in another era. Which perhaps explains why we don't care to dialogue further with the Baron and his murderous Maltese brood. It just doesn't matter that much to me in my daily life what happens over there. It's just all out of my control and I really don't have the resources to ponder such imponderable matters. I don't have the weapons to fight off these attacks from the trashy Turner Tramps and their D. Trapping associates of Malta and/or Italy. It just doesn't matter what the Turner Tramps say about anything. I have to cut off the filibustering Turner Tramps to spare myself some stupid arguments that don't really matter. Why are these people that afraid of my potential success? You are just too ridiculous.

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You are too late, much much too late, but you already knew that. Who knows what Utopian paradise might have resulted if only the Protestant division had not occurred? Yes, I know that is what you are thinking about. You Roman Catholics think only of reattaching Henry VIII to his Catherine, as if 500 years later we could go back and rewrite history. Sorry but the events of history are what they are and Sir Thomas More's head remains unattached to his body, the last I heard. I haven't heard you make any relevant points as to how to reattach Thomas' empty head.

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Where is it written in the law books, this legal requirement that I must pay for the crimes that may or may not have been committed by wonton hoe Stephanie? Although she was standing nearby me in the classroom, actually sort of behind my back, as she delivered her tortured confession of having done something that she didn't previously know was wrong, Stephanie's ignorance of the law is no excuse for her. And as for myself, I do not wish to take the Stephanie dog by the ears and get myself involved in that. Stephanie has so many horrible problems that do not belong to me, and I would like to keep it that way.

Sunday, October 29, 2017

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More Factoid No. 1: Thomas More was born on Milk Street.

Even so, the Milky Way More code will not help you clueless little dwarves in this McClellan quest of yours. You just can never fill the shoes of the ancient ancestors who were all very tall, well over six feet, closer to seven feet in some cases. Grandpa McClellan was 6'2" and he was considered relatively short by comparison to the ancients.

Friday, October 27, 2017

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It is common knowledge that Danny's mother was Swedish, which perhaps explains why he is working in league with those evil Communist blondie witches. Well, at least he has a wife and child to love him, because otherwise he would not have anyone available to encourage his strange delusions of grandeur. He is just a regular working class guy who maybe drives a truck or something. I really wouldn't know anything about that.

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Yes, I know, you really cannot tell just by looking at superficial appearances that Danny Boy is actually just another piece of boring Swedish tinsel. You cannot really see the tree for all that Swedish glitter, but what do I know? I am just completely bored of seeing that everywhere.

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How do I politely tell the dreary bores of Michigan that I do not want them in my life? What do I care about the frozen butts of Wisconsin? You are nothing to me.

Thursday, October 26, 2017

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Yes, I know, it is hard to imagine what reasonable dialogue we could possibly have with that vicious little counterfeiter Joy Butthead. Oh, was she or someone from Finland, not really the U.K.? Does that somehow explain the proliferation of dorsal fin sightings along the coasts of the U.S.? We cannot see the forest for the trees in the current scheme of things, needless to say, and Joy is not helping matters.

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

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One day during high school I was in the living room of my house doing my homework or reading something and my sister came in and was saying all these insulting ditties, and Na na na na na na, and so forth. And then she challenged me to write a better insulting ditty, and so I sat down at the dining room table and wrote an insulting ditty, and then she was upset because mine was better, more well written, than hers. Ok, so I did that, but she asked for it. I was just playing along with her game and then I am the only one punished for what she started.

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"Laughter the Best Medicine," is the name of a column in the monthly magazine "Reader's Digest," from which Grandma Calkins loved to read excerpts aloud to anyone within earshot. In her bookshelf she had every copy of "Reader's Digest" magazine starting from 1939, so there is a veritable treasure chest of good humor if you are so inclined. Of course, that is good humor presented for mass consumption, not to be confused with the crude and vulgar bad humor dispensed by the primitive peoples that does not deserve mass publication. Needless to say.

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

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Yes, I know, it is unfortunate that my grandmother allied herself with those horrible Spanish turd people, a short-term financial expedient that has some disastrous consequences for her grandchildren, especially me. Yes, Ok, so you made your point. I get that. But even so, not knowing how the deal is constructed, I am not yet sure how to throw the Spanish turd people away, which is where I would put them if I had my way. They seem to have forgotten their places and I don't seem to have a handle on that. Unfortunately.

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Yes, you have liked to remind us that Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750) was the father of about 20 children with his two wives, many of whom survived to become accomplished musicians in their own right. He wrote many beautiful masterpieces of music and yet he produced a singular lack of wording, leaving little or no space for an explanation of how this could be so. The pictures may be helpful for reeducating the mostly illiterate population, but who is going to write the words? That is what you were saying. I heard that.

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Anyway, when I was working as a reporter, my job was mostly to report what other people were saying and thinking and doing in a disinterested and impersonal way. To fight these battles of other people in a personal crusader way, which was at times urged and pushed upon me, seemed inappropriate, although certainly matters of justice, law and order are universally evident generally speaking. Some stories can only be told in a first-person way, but that was not my job. My job was to tell it in a third-person way.

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Yes, I do think that it is time to break the chains that supposedly bind us to snarky little monsters coincidentally named David and Robert, no relation to me. I belong to Jesus now, so the codings of those other little hereditary brats are a rather grievous annoyance but not really the final words of Jesus for me and my life. Needless to say.

Monday, October 23, 2017

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I vaguely remember that many years ago I went bowling with some people from the youth group, and Dave Hoskins was there and he was talking about how he likes the music of Bruce Springsteen, especially that song "Born to Run." By the way, "Made in the USA," is another Springsteen song. And then later when I saw Dave somewhere else he said to me, remember, Bruce Springsteen, Born to Run, as if that were his code for me, or else my code for him. However, I actually don't think that Dave is a potential candidate for elective office. Too much baggage. Needless to say more about the other possible meanings that we could attribute to Dave through that. 

Saturday, October 21, 2017

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And what dialogue could I possibly have with the dreary Britannical Turncoat bimbos of South Africa? You probably have mistaken me for that hideous Britannical dog Stephanie. Arf! Arf! Your sole source of information is probably that blithering idiot Fred and his stupid Italian second wife who leaks wrong information all over the place, or so we hear. So?

Friday, October 20, 2017

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I do appreciate Dr. Kelly finally signing off on my journalism thesis project after having provided so many corrections that I rewrote the whole thing before finally concluding my journalism degree. Even so, I really don't know very much about him in a personal way. There were a couple of nice student meetings at their house in Chesapeake where we met his wife and they also have a daughter. But beyond that I really cannot comment further. There is no reason to have to post online my notes of class lectures. That would be, I don't know, quite a few lectures and, yes, he has his particular opinions about things which are expressed in those heated TV discussions of which I heard only something obliquely, not really enough details to say what I might think about that one way or another.

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Yes, I am no fan of hair spray. My mother tried to train me that way but it was useless to do that when the difference is very little, the chemicals annoying, and anyway nobody seems to care what I look like except maybe my parents.

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There is a time for everything under the sun, but this is not a day to have the cattle in here pooping all over the carpet. Needless to say.

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I am reluctant to speculate on the political displays of various high school associates as I have no idea what their opinions might be of Nixon and various other U.S. presidents. I never really discussed this matter of presidential preferences with them so there is nothing that I can say as to that point. What am I, the punching bag for every political opinion that does not suit the fat ugly hogs of Iowa? I can't keep track of all these people.

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During our first term in El Salvador, our maid's name was Betty. (Coincidentally, my mother's name is also Betty.) One day she had received a love letter from some guy down the street. She read it aloud to us without explaining what it was. The way she read it, I am sitting there thinking that this is a letter that someone wrote to me and then at the end she explains that it is for her. Ok, fine. Whatever. Anyway, I have no faith in some guy down the street really caring about me. It is all just a lie.

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My high school graduation party was held at the Bueno house, which was nice. Several people were there. One of my gifts was a wooden box in which I was told I might place the love letters that I might receive in the future. As it turns out I have not received any love letters, but thanks, I probably still have the box stored away somewhere.

Thursday, October 19, 2017

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Who are these nasty rich people who imagine themselves my slave masters? It seems to fall as my sad duty to formally charge those stupid magazine buttheads to the full extent of the law, whenever I can figure out how to get out of this pit.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

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Ok, so I stand corrected. He was either Samuel J. Longwell (1886-1954), son of William, and Caila Fausett (1891-1953) was his wife and also the mother of his two or three children. Not to be confused with Samuel R. Longwell, born 1937 in San Francisco. Or else he was Samuel J. Longwell (1886-1954), son of Frank. Ok, so I am confused. Even so it is hard for me to understand why I should feel sorry for his daughter Yula of Iowa when I am not aware that these people exist. I really don't see the connection or why I should care about that.

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Yes, I know, if only they would turn off the Faucet and/or Fawcett. I only learned about Fawcett quite recently after noticing a pack of Hollywood bimbos crowing and yodeling a pack of nonsense, all over my head of course. Oh, was Mr. Longwood the backstabbing traitor who ran away with the money? And Mrs. Fawcett was his mother. Thus the Iowa connection. And this all happened when? In about 1950. So obviously this pack of rubbish is not worth recalling to mind. There is nothing in it for me, obviously. Needless to say.

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Oh, did I mention that I was harassed throughout childhood with bad name jokes? Yes, well, I don't think about that every day but if you ask me I will tell you that sometimes people gratuitously harassed me with the name of Candy Cane, even though that is not my name. People cannot spell my last name, they sometimes throw in a "u" that does not belong there, so I always have to spell it out, plus I have an "i" at the end of my first name, not a "y." So I might have mentioned that to someone although I cannot remember who. 

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

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Anyway, I did think that Miss Marken was a good in terms of being an English teacher in 9th and also 10th grade, but there are some personal issues that I really would not want to discuss with her in terms of politics. I have no idea what her political agenda ultimately might be but high school is over now. There is no reason to have to relive the miseries of high school now, after all this time.

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Yes, someone has reminded me that at one time there was a high school classmate of mine whose name was Libby. So that does that make her a women's Libber? The thought had not crossed my mind until now, although come to think of it she does hog the airwaves too much. And you expect me to visit you in New York to be further harassed with all these bad name jokes? Was your name Good or Bad? Or else perhaps you lost your mind. That is all I can figure.

Monday, October 16, 2017

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It always strikes me as very odd that persons of whose existence I am not aware, or barely aware, should be so furiously accusing me of slamming them. I actually didn't say very much about them so it is hard for me to see how that twister got started.

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I am quite certain that I am not remembering accurately what Miss Marken actually said about Gloria Steinem and NOW and the ERA. It was a sort of jumble of a slightly satirical nature possibly containing those elements although it is very hard to explain Miss Marken at all, much less reconstruct her exact wordings. I mostly found her little political asides somewhat interesting although she had some particular agenda points that I don't necessarily understand what she meant by that.

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Yes, what sort of uncultured social clod does not stand for Handel's "Hallelujah" chorus?  But I cannot say for sure whether Jamaican Debi stood or not because I wasn't sitting next to her. Whether or not she ought to be there, that is not my problem. You will have only yourself to blame if the ship starts to drift off course, because, anyway, reproductive technology is only one part of the story, not really the whole story.

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And what further dialogue could I possibly have with this nasty vicious little peasant hoe, Jeannie Due Butthead? I heard her casting false and slanderous aspersion upon me. She has two children so we must be kind for the children's sake. But even so, I don't need her stupid Dan headaches. The thought never crossed my mind. She married him so she can keep him. She had better take care of Dan because I certainly won't be taking her lousy job. Needless to say.

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Yes, now I remember, I had almost forgotten about the Duvals. It looks like I forgot to tell Jeannie Duval that it really bothers me that way her stupid husband Dan is following me around all over the place. I really don't like going out with the youth group after church and finding this married man, who happens to be the assistant pastor, sitting next to me at the restaurant, asking me all these personal questions. Where is his wife? Shouldn't she be her also? But I have no patience for hostile confrontations. So I will move away and shrug off and/or dump this stupid Duval trap in the garbage can because, as I said, I have no patience for these boring people. Seriously, I should not be giving the Duvals any further opportunities to embarrass me.

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It might have been Miss Marken, our English teacher in 10th grade, who told us a story about Gloria Steinem, frustrated with not getting the ERA passed, burns parts of her apparel and throws herself into a swimming pool. Some political incident of the 1970s. Well, I cannot insert more nuances into Miss Marken's words than what she herself said, although perhaps her particular brand of sarcasm might fly over the heads of some of these Spanish people.

Saturday, October 14, 2017

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Why are these crazy people crowing about NOW? I never had the slightest connection to NOW, don't know anything about it. Someone in high school said something in class about Gloria Steinem but I cannot recall the details of that. I think that it was passing comment about politics of the 1970s, the ERA amendment that never happened, but I wasn't paying attention to that.

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Ok, so Turncoat Ted sits up there in his ivory tower reigning terror on poor white people not even tangentially connected to Atlanta. O, hideous Turncoat Scarlett bimbo, why should I care about the halls of Atlanta? We once saw Six Flags over Atlanta but that was only one day that I ever spent there, only passing through. We were on our way to somewhere else. No reason to care about the dreary bores who prattle on so about the outlet shopping of Atlanta. Yes, we have good shopping here, too. So?

Thursday, October 12, 2017

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During high school I remember that my little sister and a friend of hers played a silly prank on Lori Reese in sending her a fake love letter signed anonymously so that they could laugh at Lori's misguided reaction of being pursued by a non-existent Secret Lover, as if that were funny. Later, my mother made my sister go and apologize to Lori. As for me, I only heard about this when my mother told me. Oh, I didn't know that. And then more recently someone was trying to attach me to that prank, but, as I was saying, how many times do I have to repeat this story, I didn't know anything about that. I wasn't a part of that. My sister had some friend working with her on that but I cannot remember who that was. My sister is a very accomplished prankster but I do not enjoy that, much less remember all the details of her many boasted pranks. Strange how she gets away with all these pranks and I cannot even breathe without all these people screaming in my face. Weird.

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Back in college days, I vaguely recall seeing the faces of Bill Kelly and Joy Bolton around campus but I cannot remember one thing about them, just that they seemed to be prominent in the cliquey circles of which I was not a part.

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When I was doing my genealogy, I noticed that someone named Candice Peebles had already covered a lot of the same ground so that makes it a little bit easier. The Peebles are only tangentially related because they have the Burreys. We are descended from Rhoda Burrey whereas they are descended from a different Burrey, not to be confused with Burrows. They might be also descendants of Mary Ann Carr. Carr and her husband, Jacob Burrey, had 11 children, several of whom lived to adulthood, so 200 years later that could be quite a few people to track down, although I don't recommend contacting people on genealogy charts for reasons other than research.

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

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It is interesting to note, coincidentally, that Mary Ann Carr (1821-1881) was one of our ancestors. She was Prussian. It is something of a mystery how she managed to escape her tyrannical parents in Prussia and land in America where she married Jacob Burrey. Her name appears in genealogy charts but beyond that I have nothing to add.

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The only other thing that I can remember about David is that he is a big fan of Bruce Springsteen, perhaps because he was "Born to Run."

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Yes, I suppose that if you were a certified car mechanic, I might want to consult with you regards to my serious car problems. But just to chattify endlessly on the merits of various car parts would seem to me somewhat boring, an unnecessary and excessive expenditure of energies that might be better disposed elsewhere. You seem to have this car parts narrative endlessly looping in your brain, and yet you have not so much as applied to car mechanic school, thus you cannot be trusted with any car of mine.

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I know, Dave is such an annoying person, such a nuisance, such an embarrassment to all concerned. But what can I say or do about that? I only worked alongside him for about two weeks one summer many years ago in a warehouse, because his father, president of the company, ordered us to work him into our schedule. So that is all there is here to say about Dave. For the scoop on his various affairs, whether Appalachian or Russian, you will need to find other sources. I really don't know anything else about them. There are many rumors about Russia but nothing that I could quote in so many words without fear of reprisals, thus getting myself hit back ten times harder by those nasty power people. So?

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Many years ago when I was working in California, I remember that Mark Carpenter seemed to be intimately acquainted with all the details of the discussions involved by our boss in the development of newsletters. The newsletter people would come to the office to discuss these publications, or would call on the phone, and Mark always seemed to be well informed about the details of these discussions. One of their newsletters talked in alarming tones about the impending invasion by Mexico. I cannot recall now the details of that but the way it was explained by Mark, there seemed to be something scary about that.

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I might be remembering that in high school someone gave an oral book report on Solzhenitsyn's "Gulag Archipelago," although I cannot remember who that was or ever reading that book myself. Sounded sort of depressing. But the author escaped to New England and wrote about Siberia from there for about 20 years in exile, later returning to Russia as a hero. I did read another book by an escaped KGB agent but I cannot remember the title or author, just that he seemed to lack any type of morals, just a hired killer. So what does Russia really stand for? I really don't see the point of going there unless we have something better to tell the world, than just to sink into the cesspool of soulless crazy stupidities, all for the sake of money. If you cannot walk the walk and talk the talk, then you would just be adding complications to the problem. So just don't go there.

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

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Yes, I vaguely recall Dave boasting of his IQ score near 160, which he knows because he and a friend  broke into his high school offices. So there is an oxymoron. What a dumb way to promote yourself. So smart your score rolled back around to zero.

Monday, October 9, 2017

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It does seem strangely coincidental that Paul Bettex would send his resignation letter to the various Booth family members, although we are not sure what was contained in the letter or where it might be filed away. But if your last name is, let's say, Tucker, we cannot assume that you are a descendant or somehow connected to the Salvation Army, even though one of General Booth's daughters, Emma, married Mr. Frederick Tucker and they had several children whose descendants, it is probably safe to say, might be living somewhere on the planet even now. Does that make Kathy your mother? As children we were often called on to sing "Onward Christian Soldiers," and yet I do not think that we were ever employees of the Salvation Army that we should need to write you a letter to discuss something. So what is your question?

And if Paul Bettex should happen to be recommended for canonization as a saint, would you have a problem with that? I am really not a Roman Catholic so that is not my problem, although Bettex is probably honored already as a martyr even without a plaque to hang on the wall. But either way I don't really see the need for an argument.

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Yes, I vaguely remember the name of Joy Bolton but I cannot seem to remember one thing about her. Who was she? Was she a college classmate at SCC? I have no idea. Some things blur together in the mind after so many years.

Sunday, October 8, 2017

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Yes, I have not forgotten. Who were you, that rude person who sent me a message? You were comparing me to Rodney Dangerfield, he who gets "no respect." You were mocking me because I will not gain your respect if I do not fit your twin boxes: health care professional and/or certified teacher. No, I suppose you could say that I ticked that other box, "None of the above." But that, too, was your wording. You mock my lack of verbal opportunities. I am supposed to just sit here and let you write your lousy book over my head. Except that this is my life and I don't quite see it that way. If this disqualifies me from socializing with you, so much the better. I cannot have you running my life. Needless to say.

Saturday, October 7, 2017

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Yes, I do rather like Debbie Boone's rendition of that Bob Dylan song, "Ring dem Bells," although I am not sure whether the words mean very much. I tend to think that such an obscure poem could be open, or rather vulnerable or susceptible to multiple interpretations, thus leading ultimately to a chaotic confusion of contradictory impressions. But if you must insist on covering a Bob Dylan song, I suppose that at least that is one of the few songs of his that is singable, sort of.

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I must admit that I do not share this fascination of yours with the health care professions. If I had to choose a vocation, it certainly NOT be anything medical. I do not feel myself under any obligation to enter the nursing and/or medical doctor profession, needless to say, although certainly the medical and/or health care profession is a noble one, and well remunerated, for those who are so called. I have no idea why all these girls are so interested in limiting themselves to a pathetically boring career of nurse and/or teacher. I had thought that this was a free country where our choice of occupation was not limited to these two boxes, but I don't seem to know anything. Everything I would rather do is NOT NOT NOT available or does NOT pay well. If I can't be a teacher, and not interested in health care, what can I do?

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Yes, I vaguely remember that when I was in maybe 8th grade at the MK school, after lunch our teacher Mrs. Richardson would have story time, in which she would read aloud to us a chapter from a book. One of the books she read to us was a novel, although I cannot remember the title of it, or maybe there was a true story behind it, about some people who came to Canada from Russia and found Christianity. The heroine, who might have been Jewish or not, I don't remember very much about this book, when in her youth living back in Russia, or maybe Eastern Europe, worked as a maid in the very large house of very wealthy people, often on her hands and knees scrubbing the fancy flooring. Eventually she escapes to America where she finds true love. Also, another character in the book was a Jewish man who is caught in a storm, while touring the many islands of the St. Lawrence River, and finds God. Whether it was the storm or the still small voice, I don't remember. Our teacher, Mrs. Richardson, was Canadian so sometimes she reminds us that some things are not a matter of nationality. Anyway, I think that all of us who come to America were escaping something in Europe, if only a lack of new opportunities. No need for more recent immigrants to imagine that earlier American pioneers were not also hard-working people just doing their jobs.

Friday, October 6, 2017

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Yes, it is true that I can send the Whitaker twins home to Canada or Javy home to Mexico, thus interrupting your patriotic leanings. They have their places but even so there is nothing that I need to discuss with them, especially not now.

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I sometimes think that I hear our journalism teacher, Michelle Morris, chattering in the stratosphere. Even so, I do not wish to be reminded of the many mistakes that we made in regards to Caroline, as if she should be allowed to portray herself as a martyr persecuted by white girls. What were we thinking?

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Of course we all know that politicians and/or persons intent on building political careers for themselves are notoriously untrustworthy and will do whatever, even stab you in the back later, for the sake of political convenience, because of course their own political career maneuverings supersede any personal preference that you might have. Thus, there is no reason to discuss anything of a personal nature with politicians and/or political people. Needless to say.

Thursday, October 5, 2017

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Yes, I vaguely recall during high school that I at one time was in the office of the high school guidance counselor because it was a requirement to go there at least once to discuss my college plans, something about the need for submitting my application to colleges. So that was interesting. Beyond that I really don't remember one thing about her, just that she was doing her job, understandably. 

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Anyway, I never had the slightest connection to the Kennedy bootleggers that I should be required to engage in dialogue with them. Enough said. Officially no comment. zzzzzzzzz....

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Anyway, why does Carol choose such a strange way to claim for herself a future in electoral politics? I have no idea why I should care about Carol's future as elect or non-elect. Whatever. I don't recall hearing of her ever converting to Presbyterianism that I should be made aware of such an Elect non-occurrence. I saw her picture online but even so this is a matter of no concern to me. So?

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

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I once spent the night in Las Vegas, at a Motel Six, with my family, my parents and sister. I don't remember why we were there, just driving through town on the way to somewhere else. We were surprised to see slot machines everywhere, even at the Motel 6 near the soda machine or laundry room, and in the morning we stopped at a hotel in the morning where we saw persons there at an early hour already working the slot machines. So that was interesting.

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What? Am I a goddess, that I should be expected to fight the personal battles of these foul-mouthed Italian mafia con artists? Pray to Jesus and maybe he will hear you and help you with that. Or else appeal to your Italian mafia mother and maybe she will cast a spell and make white girl disappear, even though white girl is not the person who said that and actually not aware of the reasoning that went into the comment that was heard by various people. There seemed to be some thought that went into that but I can't quite remember who said that or when that was. Thus, I will refer all questions about them to the State Department who will tell you who your friends and enemies really are, in case you forgot.

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

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Yes, I do remember hearing someone say that about the twins. Who said that about the twins? I can't quite remember who said that, and then there is all this background noise in the meantime that the name of the person who actually said that escapes me, I am so distracted by all this nonsense.

Monday, October 2, 2017

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I don't really know very much about Chilean literature, although I have heard the names of Pablo Neruda and Gabriela Mistral. In El Salvador we lived near Calle Gabriela Mistral, but there are about 20 countries in Latin America, each with their own unique literature portfolios, so Chile is not exhaustively studied by high school students there. You were suggesting that I make little spelling mud pies from various aspects of Chilean literature using the names of some high school classmates, starting with "la loca de la Guardia," Alvaro Jara, Maité Allamand, Gallicismos, Maria Luisa Bombal, What is said in Mexico, etc. etc. Except that such nonsense would never be coming from me. It just wouldn't be appropriate for that to be coming from me, a U.S. citizen who is not so intimately acquainted with these Spanish affairs. You probably already know who said that anyway so I really shouldn't have to explain that.

Sunday, October 1, 2017

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Yes, it looks like you will never get out of Foochow. You may never even get that you are stuck in Foochow, dismantled as it was after WWII, its buildings now occupied by the Chinese Community Party. But aren't the people what constituted the church? Some of them may have escaped to the United States and now live somewhere nearby. But the other people who remained in China are no less Christians who Jesus cares about. So we cannot just draw some artificial line at Foochow. Even though I don't see Foochow on my historical itinerary, I might have never stopped there for even a day to say hello, and yet Foochow matters also.

Saturday, September 30, 2017

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Yes, I do vaguely remember hearing Laurie or someone talking about how she enlisted in the army and then there was a mix-up on her test scores and so they put her in cooking school, even though later it was learned that her test scores qualified her for officer training. Or was it the addipose deposits? So there was some sort of flap about the test scores and later that was remedied, although I don't remember hearing the details of that. I wasn't paying much attention. I had no reason to be embarrassed of my SAT test scores but that is only factor. The military they certainly do cooking on a massive scale although not necessarily what I would fix for myself at home, but in wars and army messes sometimes that is all you can get.

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My mother explained to me the facts of life at an appropriate age so I really don't need the services of your dogma. Needless to say. I pity the clueless victims who must rely on Jennie to get something, but I actually don't need Jennie for anything. I already know what I need to know, unlike some other people.

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Anyway, there is nothing of a personal nature that I would need to discuss with Jan Chance and the Whitaker twins. You cannot spend your entire high school career stabbing me in the back and then expect me to care later about your sick and twisted opinions on the facts of life. Just because all three are chubby blondes with attitude problem, one cannot simply jump to the conclusions that they are all cousins, needless to say. Perhaps it is mere coincidence and yet it is weird how they are all so interested, weirdly interested in things that are actually none of their business.

Friday, September 29, 2017

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Anyway, I never had any conversation with Kim, that you should assume any alliance or treaty there. I sometimes think that I hear Kim's yakety-yak noise in the background but have no way of shutting her stupid mouth. Someone really ought to do that, however, although hopefully not me.

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Sharon was a MAPS volunteer so she did not receive a paycheck for all her hard work, but whether she is a Czech or not I really wouldn't know. However, she did find herself a husband there, but whether he was a Czech or not I really wouldn't know. Perhaps there was something that I did not hear about that. Anyway, a fictional Czech violinist does not pay the bills so I would prefer a paycheck. Many people are not Czechs and yet collect paychecks. A Czech is an optional thing, a paycheck is not optional for one who does not have a huge trust fund to pay the bills. One is not required to be Czech to get a paycheck or to be considered part of the human race. Needless to say.

Thursday, September 28, 2017

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I actually do not remember enough about Jennie Cerrullo and her connections to dismantle her silly output operations. I seem to remember that she was rooming with Rene Chisholm part of the time, of whom I know nothing firsthand, only some gossip that Dauna was repeating about them, so I really can't say very much about that, or even remember what she said about their roommate difficulties. I really have no idea why I should care about that.

I do not find this type of humor amusing, needless to say.

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that during my first year at SCC college I was in the typing room working on a school paper and Jennie Cerrullo was talking to me about all her woes and how, you know, how sometimes guys make you feel like an "it," meaning not feminine, genderless, a pile of nondescript biological matter. (Although was it someone else who said that and I am mixing some things together?) So to be sympathetic to this idea I said that yes I understand how you feel, although the details of that might be different to her and than to me. Sometimes these platonic friendships can only go so far and then necessarily fall apart of their own weight due to diverging interests. And also now, many years later, the meaning also has other connotations unforeseen at the time. After college, Jennie went on to earn her Ph.D. in sex and is now able to teach advanced lessons on reproductive matters so obviously she has attained a very advanced understanding of these matters whereas I have not progressed in that direction, needless to say. I heard online that Jennie was trying to attach me to her personal cheerleader drama in which I am required to be jealous of that. So that was an interesting way to tell me about your alumni professional news. I actually wasn't thinking about you at all.

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Thus, in similar terms did Lois Bueno express her utter contempt and disdain for inferior specimens such as Sharon. But unless you have the money and power to kick the powerful Buenos to the curb, I suggest that you stop picking on the poorly armed innocent bystanders such as myself who only happened to inadvertently overhear something about that, not that I would have thought of that on my own.

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Yes, it is true that Sharon Turner is such an ugly hideous thing, a horrifying thing to behold, in addition to being a constant whiner, that it would be very difficult for her to find a husband native-born in the U.S.A., which probably explains why she had to go overseas to get married and then import her foreign-born husband, which is not so difficult. Only one spouse needs to be a U.S. citizen to import the whole family and its various prickly attachments in short order. But some of us are not interested in participating in that show.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Which Reminds Me

It does seem strange that some people from high school would be so hysterically defensive about something. I do not remember myself ever pressing charges or formally accusing anyone of anything in particular. I might regret having made some ill-advised comment that is better not repeated as I can't quite recall what I said and, anyway, it wasn't that important. Even so, there is no law requiring me to like you. There is no law requiring me to keep you informed of everything little thing that is none of your business. I said something about how ludicrous it is for you to make me feel guilty when I have seen your wickedness with my own eyes, but maybe I was exaggerating. Maybe you weren't that bad, although I really wouldn't be able to say for sure. I was just saying that I was tired of your atttitude problem, but you don't really see it that way, obviously.

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Yes, right, it was actually the Wright family who lived many years in Belize. But Belize is, or at least was, a British colony, British Honduras it was called in those days, so probably I cannot imagine the Cattos ever having occasion to hobnob with the Wrights. But that is a whole different story for another time. Not really something that I would need to mention here.

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Yes, in these troubled times plagued by an epidemic of identity theft, I suppose that you could easily hack all my personal codes and passwords and leave me wondering who I was and what am I doing here. Even so, that doesn't make it right to do that. There is no law requiring me to hand over to you my personal codes and passwords on a silver platter. You don't even need my stuff. Go get your own stuff and stop harassing me. That is all that I would need to say about that. But if you insist on peddling your San Francisco garbage, perhaps more drastic measures will be necessary to stifle and suppress your urge to steal other people's identity codes. Needless to say.

Monday, September 25, 2017

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Oh, did I forget to mention that I am not interested in signing over my personal identity and/or personal property to those greedy selfish Mickey Mouse hogs? They are too far away now to matter. They may well be fat enough to wear size 50+ but I don't care about that. I only care about me. Needless to say. Goodbye.

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It does seem strange that so many people would be clamoring for Clare. During my first year at the SCC college I remember that there was a person there named Clare Rubel whose face I remember seeing about campus. She might have been a nice person but I actually cannot remember one thing about her, just that she was there, so it would not be wise for me to comment. There might be something about her that I cannot remember. You might be making some points that are not clear to me what you point might be in regards to that.

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Why all this commotion about nothing much? I thought that I had cancelled Kathy's Vedic Horror Show in which I was to be sold off as a Temple whatchamacallit, unfit to socialize on a level with very wealthy daughters of the virtuous Italian nobility, but perhaps you did not get the message. Actually, that never happened. That was a figment of someone's very sick imagination, whether Kathy's or other persons' I am not sure, and not explained in so many words that I would have an opportunity to directly confront and rebuke this misapprehension and misunderstanding. There were bits of that strewn about. I find this type of humor completely unacceptable and inexplicable, but as it comes directly from my own government, way over my head, I am myself powerless as to what remedy I could ever expect to get in regards to this completely stupid fictional scenario concocted by whatever nasty wicked Italian people. Just ignoring them and thus hoping that they will disappear and not bother me later does not seem to be working.

Saturday, September 23, 2017

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Yes, that is a good point. I really do need to own my personal explanation of mountain landscapes entirely apart and separate from the idiotic babblings that sometimes emanate from the Bueno/Hoskins camp, dominated as it is by Chilean extremists. In future, I would prefer to wash my hands and steer clear of that icky mess, needless to say.

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So while we must respect the national authorities and submit to our own governments whenever applicable, and not be jealous of the diplomatic corps July 4 parties because anyway nobody invited us and we have our own things to do anyway, we also must honor the sacrifice of the Christian martyrs of every nation, such as, for example, Paul Bettex, who, although his name appears as a Pentecostal missionary in the U.S. archives, was actually originally from Switzerland and went to China via Chile/Argentina. So that is interesting.

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Coincidentally, there is in the archives of the Assemblies of God a photograph of Paul Bettex in about 1900 in Argentina wearing what appears to be a soldier's uniform. Is that really the same Paul Bettex who was originally from Switzerland and later went to China, sailing from Chile, as a Pentecostal missionary and married Nellie there in China but died a martyr's death at an early age? How could that happen? Those were different times, certainly. I can't pretend to understand what those people were thinking.

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Yes, it does blur the picture to see all my information draining to Chile, when these people are so apt to jump to unwarranted conclusions, and thus they might easily think that I had something to do with that when actually refer them to the Bueno, especially now that I can better see that picture, I can now more easily refer all matters of Chilean politics to the Bueno family because, anyway, I don't really know anything about that. It was always their problem. To me, it was just a mountain hike. I was just talking about the beautiful mountain scenery.

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Besides which, even if I do win, I will still lose because, anyway, you will refuse to admit the truth, refuse to admit the facts, and then ultimately you will refuse to pay up. So why should I bother to look further into this matter? What are these stupid people babbling about anyway? The stupid Butterskunk cousins were fired long ago so there is nothing that I would really need to discuss with them. Grandma had a more accurate idea of the Italian menace, is the way I remember that.

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The question remains, how can I teach the proper spelling of 'check' and/or 'paycheck'? That is the only thing that I care to know more about.

I once read a novel by Marcia Davenport in which a Czech violinist figured as one of the characters, but that was a trivial fact of no consequence. I never had any illusion regarding the reality of this piece of fiction, a novel read one day and forgotten the next. Besides which, I have every free speech right to express my disdain of catty Heather and her crew of bumbling idiots (sad that so much power and money wasted on these worthless people), not that the thought had crossed my mind. But if you are asking for war, fine. Ultimately, I will win the war and you will pay for this. The sooner you pay up the better for me. But of course you have the power and money to mangle the results. You would rather delay the inevitable and extend your guilt to areas not contemplated by me rather than to fix the rather small original problem because, anyway, you are such a nuisance. You just don't care so why am I wasting my time on this useless and futile exertion of energies? You are too stupid to even get that you lost. Even if you lose you still win, sort of, so why should I stick my neck out only to get trampled by a mob rule?

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But I cannot quite remember whether Dawn was there in sixth grade. The Sawords were not there in fourth grade but maybe they arrived some time during sixth grade because I seem to know who she is when I return for eighth grade. They belong to the Plymouth Brethren church, a small sect in which the women never cut their hair. The married women wrap their hair around their heads in the old style. Mrs. Richardson once unwrapped her hair, for some of the girls to see, how it reached to the floor. So that was interesting. Oh, did I mention that to someone? Sharon Turner maybe? As we have learned from sad personal experience, nothing should be said to Sharon that you don't want repeated all over the place. Even indifferent matters may get twisted into some strange deformity when filtered through the mental disease of Sharon Turner. Unfortunately.

Friday, September 22, 2017

Which Reminds Me

During sixth grade at the missionary kid school in San Salvador, the two eighth graders hit upon a military scheme of things. Inspired by a chart in the encyclopedia of military rankings, they decided to organize our school along military lines. Thus, Jeff and Jody appointed themselves the generals, Susie in the 7th grade was made a colonel, and Barbara, Sammy and I were made, what was it, maybe lieutenants, the fifth graders were the captains, and on down to the first grader privates. So that kept everyone amused and entertained for a couple of days, until we all got bored with that artificial scheme of things and entirely forgot about Jeff and Jody and Susie unduly throwing their weight around. Thus, there was no reason to imagine that the Wilders would have anything intelligent to say about that.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I remember my mother mentioning that Hazel is from Alabama and possibly has an extensive background in the KKK, but Hazel was actually not related to us. She was one of those crazy in-laws that are difficult to explain. Thus, I suggest that your anti-racist activities would be better focused if targeting the Cranford/Cline cousins. Needless to say. Screaming slanderous lies at me will not change the facts of history, needless to say.

Besides which, I believe that I have every right to defend my good name from slanderously false and wicked attacks, whether they come from Jewish or Persian sources. Race of the accused slanderous liar matters not. So just being Jewish (or Persian) does not shield you from legal jeopardy if in fact we learn that you have been willfully and maliciously falsifying your facts.

My life is a true story, not a work of fiction, needless to say.

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Once, many years ago, when I was living in Central Florida, I was talking to someone in Orlando and they made some comment about Tammy Faye Bakker, who was at that time living in the Orlando area, now divorced from Jim, and something about her having faith to start her own ministry. Who was that I was talking with? I can't remember any details of that. So that was a bit interesting to hear these famous people talked about, but then again I suppose that they have their friends and persons who care about what happens to them, even if I don't care that much. Given that I never mentioned this conversation to anyone, your lack of ethical confidentiality has been duly noted and you are thus disqualified from access to confidential materials of a top secret nature, well, at least you won't get that from me. Needless to say.

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Oh, I know, how can I judiciously and diplomatically avoid having to explain something about Sam? It wouldn't be very politic for me to say what I actually think about that so I have to dissimulate and pretend to care about Sam because, really, I don't want to be mean. Sam wasn't that bad and may not deserve to be executed or hung on the gallows, but I wasn't even thinking about Sam that much that I should have to spend my entire life talking about Sam. Sam was really not that special to me that I would want to spend my entire life palavering something about Sam. Dr. Seuss' lovely book, "Green Eggs and Ham," has its place in the annals of children's literature but I long ago outgrew the need to reread those famous lines, "Sam, I am." I am actually not Sam and I have left Sam very far behind to eat my dust. Thank you very much.

Monday, September 18, 2017

Which Reminds Me

It does seem strange to hearing the smart alecks of Arkansas yapping about nothing much. Where were they when it was high time that Pastor Webber was fired? What did they already know and forgot to tell us? Why so eager to jump in the frying pan with Pastor Webber? Someone has to do the dirty work of firing Arkansas, but I don't have the wherewithal to do actually that. It wouldn't really be my place to do that, but you would have thunk that somebody would know better than to waste time throwing Webber's garbage at me. I don't appreciate that.

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If Kathy/CIA was negligent in some ways, that might include failing to warn people to stay away and beware of those vicious nasty girls, such as Patty and Irene, etc. But then again that would be so hypocritical because Kathy herself is an evil scary wicked person to also steer clear of, and I would only get myself into trouble if I said anything about that in any way, whether public or private.

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In view of the fact that Kathy and Raymond were running the social game show throughout high school, I really must refer all questions about Patty Cruz directly to the CIA because, anyway, I can only be certain that I probably don't know anything about it. I probably don't have what you are looking for.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Even so, there is no way that I am going to trust and/or charge them with the handling of my Social Security withholdings. Should I thus make myself a slave of Czechs, weakly? No, it would not be appropriate for me to make myself a slave to these people whose interests are so diametrically opposed to mine. This lifetime is only a training ground for eternity, not necessarily the zero-sum end of the game, needless to say. But when your other 'Prophet' tells you otherwise, you weary us with arguments and questions that we cannot answer in this lifetime. After all this heavy lifting, no application should be required to place a refund in my mailbox ASAP. Needless to say.

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Oh, was Patty Cruz at my high school in El Salvador somehow related to the famous Nicky Cruz of Puerto Rico? Nobody ever said anything about that so I really wouldn't know. I would only be guessing if I said something about that, so obviously I never said that. I read the Nicky Cruz book, "Run Baby Run," and saw the movie, "Cross and the Switchblade," and think that there is always a place for a reform school program such as Teen Challenge, or whatever it is now called, to at least try to reform those juvenile delinquents. El Salvador may need the help now more than ever, what with all its gang problems, but that is Patty's problem, not mine.

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Why do I have to repeat these stories over and over again? I already told you about high school, how Patty Cruz, the only thing that I can remember about her is how she sits there reading mostly Kahlil Gibran and maybe other eastern gurus. There were several of these Bahai's in our high school class but I probably don't even know who all of them were. But Patty was nobody important except maybe in her own mind. She mostly pals around with Kathy but I mostly ignore them because I know who I am even if they don't know much. You would think that I should have witnessed to them but it is not so easy to do that when their minds are already predetermined against me. I see how they plot and scheme behind my back, how they are confined to playing the role of opponent no matter what, how they twist my words and mangle the story beyond recognition. I can see how if I were not grounded in my own mind I could easily get confused by their strange plottings and be trampled underfoot. But the Lord helps me more than you know.

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Which Reminds Me

I would much rather have peace of mind than some worthless piece of eight, so we routinely tend to overlook and forgive and mostly ignore the idiotic rantings of the overly eager beaver scholarship student. She only wishes that it was her money. She wouldn't even be here if her aunt was not the school nurse. Needless to say.

Friday, September 15, 2017

Which Reminds Me

What are these words you are continually trying to stuff into my mouth? You only wish that you had caught me in high school saying something about that. But I cannot, will not, absolutely refuse to apologize for something that never happened. Remind me of what I said and then maybe I could provide further commentary but until then you never where to go. I don't have to tell you where you belong.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Which Reminds Me

It is somewhat annoying to everyone, but especially to me, how the dreary wicked Butterskunk cousins are always trying to choose for themselves the role of martyr, as if someone were wrongfully persecuting them, when actually nobody cares what they do. Who cares? And yet they are so powerful that nobody wants to get entangled in their private drama of which nothing is actually known, just that they are always hogging the airwaves making lots of noise about nothing much.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

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Anyway, there is nothing of a personal nature that I would need to discuss with the dreary horrid Hittingburger girls. They are such boring people who fortunately no longer live nearby so there is no risk of running into their dreary faces at the supermarket and having to say hello, thus incurring the risk of getting hit later on the back end by some garbled nonsense. 

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Of course, you are no crusader so that what I do is really no concern of yours. There is no reason why I should toil to promote your reptilian brand of politics, all designed to make my life as miserable as possible. I have only a few short years to live, unhindered by further contact with you. Did you forget that the Hitting brothers also had two sisters, and that those girls got their money from their husbands so they don't need the Wilkersons? Yes, so that matter was completely internal to the Hitting family and a matter of no concern to me. Needless to say.

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Yes, I do remember that Teen Challenge gave special college scholarships to the two Hitting boys, Jeff and his brother what's-his-name. Someone was trying to make a big stink about how the girls would not be getting the special college money. Which was kind of ridiculous because everybody already knew that the Hitting boys were getting a special deal because in Haiti they made themselves very useful to David Wilkerson when he held a crusade in that country many years ago. Apparently the same cannot be said of the girls. But I wouldn't be able to explain that. I only heard some chatter online about that but cannot quite put that story in its proper context due to the continual interference of some stupid people in New York.

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But if you wanted to change the name of "Teen Challenge" to something less controversial, I wouldn't necessarily be against that idea. Perhaps a different name would help to put these dreary Porto Rican hoodlums on notice to keep their stupid garbage out of my face.

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My primary concern at this point in life is that of honoring my mother and father, which entails taking care of them, and all of you wicked hypocrites are making it impossible for me to fulfill these my lawful duties. For this reason, mainly, you are all fired. Needless to say.

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I never had any personal connection to the Teen Challenge program. Saw the movie and think there is always a place for such a reform school to at least attempt to reeducate those juvenile delinquents, but don't know anything else about that, at least not in any sort of personal way. I leave that propaganda to those who know what they are talking about.

Monday, September 11, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, how could I possibly forget that in the sixth grade our classmate Barbara Wilder wore shoes that were of size D, and also she was flat-footed, which was remarked upon possibly due to a discomfort of playing jump rope, but anyway I never had that problem.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember something about Lori K. chattering about the benefits of high-heeled shoes. Even so, I rarely have to wear them so I usually don't. Just because chatterbox Lori has a bee in her bonnet, that does not give her a license to yank me around on a chain. Needless to say.

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It is really not my job, but someone really ought to do something in terms of disabusing these Puerto Ricans of the notion that they are going to be running my life any time in the near future, now that I have safely returned to the U.S. and no longer live and operate in in the same planetary system as the dreary bores of Puerto Rico. Needless to say.

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Yes, I always did have a rather low opinion of Sergio, just another village idiot/college classmate whose opinions are of no concern to me. I really don't remember one thing about him so I cannot imagine that he would have anything intelligent to me. But, yes, I suppose that anyone trickster with a gun could pull some trigger and kill me. Killing is easy for cheaters, especially when there is no deterring punishment that they should fear. 

Saturday, September 9, 2017

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I am trying to remember where it was that I saw Heather and her gang hanging around, whether it was the time that I was at the InterContinental Hotel playing miniature golf with my family, although at other times I am not sure where I was. The memory has faded into a fragment. There was just a moment of my seeing them and backing away unobtrusively hoping to remain unseen because I don't want to be involved in that.

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It does seem strangely exaggerated that my my 10th grade book report should become a national crisis. It was just a 10th grade book report, not a political manifesto. I probably just parroted some ideas that were in the book and also threw in a personal observation that probably wasn't all that applicable come to think of it, but when you are in the 10th grade you just want to complete class requirements without so much hassle. Some of the books that I did for 10th grade class were recommended by Miss Marken, such as, for example, Herman Hesse's "Beneath the Wheel." But I cannot remember whether "The Ugly American" was one of her recommendations or if I just found it in the school library and found it to be an interesting to read for some reason, even if of admittedly limited context in retrospect, because I always did read things that some other people would have found completely boring, because I really am too serious, probably, because anyway it was just a 10th grade book report. So? 

Friday, September 8, 2017

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Oh, was I supposed to say thank you for making me feel included in your private session to which I was not invited? If there weren't a touch of sarcasm in that sentiment, I would just have to vomit.

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Yes, when was that, in 9th grade, when I stumbled upon a group of some high school classmates somewhere looking sort of guilty about something. There was Heather and Lance and some other people, but I cannot remember what I said about that or to whom or if I did say anything. I really don't remember anything about that now. It could be that the surface appearance did not match the reality, but I really wouldn't know. No one ever explained anything. I supposed that I should just apologize for existing.

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I really cannot understand why all these New Yorkers were expecting me to go there. Just because the Broadway Mark cheaters were spreading some lies and disinformation, that does not mean that I am required to dignify that with any response, thus expending all my energies on a meaningless gimmick. Perhaps you would be surprised to learn that I am not so dumb that I cannot tell when someone is trying to pull my leg, but I am wiser than you may know to that type of angry humor.

Thursday, September 7, 2017

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Anyway, I do not share your fond preference for Chile. I do not see why Chile should get a special word for itself. In fact, I think that all individuals should each get a special word that nobody else can guess. That and a white stone would make it fair for everybody, as the Book of Revelation says.. But as it is, it doesn't fair that Chile should get a special deal and me nothing just for having accidentally tripped on something. Chile is just too cruel for words. Needless to say.

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When I was living in California, Alana Haze called me on the telephone to fill my ear with all her emotional problems, her sordid affair with that guy in the youth group at church which now disqualified her for marriage to Loren and also about Carol, Mark's former girlfriend, oh I didn't know that, who supposedly tried to slit her wrists but apparently she was found before having bled to death, after having performed some strange athletics with Mark at a party, but that was before my arrival, although Alana was not clear on the details because they were in another room, so that was a sad story. Actually, the more I think about this, the more I do not want to be bothered with learning more about the personal problems of these white trash California people so I will be moving away soon. Strange how when you meet Alana at church she seems like a rational, reasonable person, but then when she calls you on the phone you are surprised to learn how sick she really is.

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Anyway, I never had much connection to the Bakker Show. I never went to North Carolina or had acquaintance with any of those people in any kind of personal way. I might have glanced the show on TV once or twice but am not aware of any Bakker Acting.

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Yes, I almost forgot. You were saying that you were going to "Baker Act" me. Did I say something about being suicidal? I hope you weren't taking something too seriously. Actually, no, you are not entitled to "Baker Act" me. Coincidentally, the only discussion of the other "Baker Act" that I can recall at the moment is a conversation with Jill Anderson, who was explaining to us the meaning of that in California legal terms. If your psychiatrist thinks that you are suicidal, they are under an obligation to have you arrested and turned over to the authorities for your own protection. Jill's sister is a licensed psycho so she really knows all about these things. So I mainly understand the definition of "Baker Act" because of something that Jill said, not because of myself being suicidal. It is not a criminal offense to be depressed about future prospects. You are only eligible to be "Baker Acted" if you actually try to do that, which I heard of someone who tried to slit their wrists with a razor blade, but failed to die, but that was not me. That was someone else, not me.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

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One cannot help but ask why are the fat ugly hogs of Iowa screaming and throwing things at me? But I have no thought of Iowa. I have no idea who those people are or why I should care about that?

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Recently, upon reading the diaries of great-grandmother, we learn that she stopped in Iowa in 1960 to visit the Butterfield cousins. That is the only time that Iowa is ever mentioned in any type of family context. If I had not read the diaries I never would have had any thought of Iowa. Since the Butterfields were always busying moving around the globe, it was always so hard for us to keep track of them. Where were in the world were they and why should we care about Iowa? Iowa is a place of no interest to me, a place that I have ever been and would not care to go given its reputation for extremely cold winters and utter irrelevance to anything that matters. A Square Deal to me would be to lop Iowa off the map and sell it to Canada but I really have the wherewithal to do that.

Friday, September 1, 2017

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During the one year I was at Evangel, I believe that it was Marge Couch who was proud to be an 'Okie,' but whatever. I have no personal attachment to the state of OK, thus to avoid any omissions on this point. In fact, on the one hand I feel that it would be my pleasure to help with the Okie roast. Therein lies the temptation. But on the other hand I really shouldn't take the pleasure in the misfortunes of Okies. That wouldn't be nice, to roast Okies just to make myself feel better, thus stooping down myself to their low level of understanding and comprehension. The rain falls alike on the just and the unjust. So disasters don't necessarily tell the whole story.

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When I was at Evangel college I remember someone making notice of the song that describes them as "proud to be an Okie from Muskogee." However, I never imagined that song was referring to the Hurds of Muskegon and/or Michigan, but if you want to build a case for that nonsensical and worthless point, there is no law to prevent you from making a huge mess of everything. Unfortunately.

Thursday, August 31, 2017

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Anyway, it is perfectly legal to quote any book you want as long you attribute it to its source. Thus, you really should be thanking Google for helping to level the playing field, thus neutralizing the artificially purchased advantages of foreign invaders who sometimes forget that we are all equals under the law, unless you are planning to cancel the bill of rights. Needless to say.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

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Yes, there is really nothing of a personal nature that I would need to discuss with Miss Knox. She probably has her own life there ministering in the peasant village of Yuma, but somehow I don't think that she would understand anything about my life. I could probably say something similar about Bruce Broccoli in Tucson. I am not hugely fond of broccoli, just another vegetable that our parents forced us to eat at a young age, not something that we would choose for ourselves. Broccoli is tolerated only when well cooked and smothered in cheese sauce. Otherwise, Arizona is so boring.

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I rode back to college on a bus and called the dorm and maybe Dauna answered the phone and someone volunteered to go to downtown Santa Ana to get me, so that was nice of them to do that. Otherwise I would have had to maybe pay for a taxi or try to find a city bus or something.

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Yes, who were those girls who were living with Dina Knox in Yuma? I really don't remember their names. One day I went with them to a county fair and we rode on a type of ferris wheel, but of elliptical shape, and there were so few people at the fair waiting in line that the operator kept it running for what seemed like a very long time, longer than expected, and then when I got off that I was feeling somewhat dizzy but I don't remember anything else about the fair. When I was younger I had more endurance for amusement park rides but I am too old for that now.