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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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.

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Yes, I do remember reading something about the unique coding of the human fingerprint, and also the palm of the hand, without which one imagines it possibly would be difficult to get the movie rolling. So how cruel is that, to punch holes in the hands? Who would have thunk such a thing? I cannot even imagine what you were thinking.

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While I was at journalism school in Virginia, someone from Concerned Women for America invited me to some sort of party where we all sat around processing forms or post cards for some sort of petition drive. So I accepted the invitation to attend the CWA post card party but I can't remember any other details of that. It was a matter of copying whatever they provided for us to say about something of a political nature.

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During the time that I was at SCC, a small college in California, my former 6th grade teacher, Miss Dina Knox, called me and invited me to go to visit her in Yuma, Arizona. She had been visiting California and was returning home, so since she was going to pick me up at the college and take me with her (I would have to take a bus ride back to college), and since it was Easter Week, I did accept the invitation and spent a week there in Yuma with plus-sized Dina and the two or three foster children who also lived there, girls who were maybe high school age and separated from their families for whatever reason. So that was a rather long week, the days going very slowly, interminably waiting for the week to end so that I finally could get out of there and never have to go back there again in this lifetime. So?

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

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Yes, my mother has a bottle of tiny little pills and she takes one every day unfailingly. Why? Because she has a thyroid problem so she has to take those pills for metabolic reasons. (Not to be confused with Carter's little liver pills.) But I already explained that to whoever asked about that. So?

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Some recent genealogical research uncovers the name of Barbara Dunn, the second wife of Ogden Johnson and stepmother to his children, the grandchildren of my great-grandmother's cousin Nancy. All of these people are unknown to me, and I never had any contact with the Pennsylvania Smiths, so it is hard for me to comment on persons that I do not know exist. Thus my silence on the points of Barbara Dunn does not indicate complicity so much as utter ignorance of what they are talking about or why I should care about that.

Monday, August 28, 2017

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Pronoun: I, me, he, she, herself, you, it, that, they, each, few, many, who, whoever, whose, someone, everybody, etc.

It is quite weird, I think, their neurotic obsession with my use of pronouns. Verbal slop is dished out on a daily basis by them, and in a multiplication of words there is no lack of sin or, at the very least, potential misunderstandings, so I really do not see a need to revisit the many mistakes I too may have splattered all over the air waves in a sometimes misguided effort to explain that there really is nothing that I needed to say about that.

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Afterward, possibly years later, I was reading in the alumni news for the Southern California College, my original alma mater, and I noticed that some former classmates of mine were employed at the Library of Congress for a number of years, John Williams and his ethnic trophy wife, Karen Ha. Oh, I didn't know that. Just think, if I had known that I could have looked for them to say hello the day that I was there. But then again I really didn't know them that well that I should go to such extensive trouble just to figure out whether in the world they were. I wasn't paying attention to them. Yes, I suppose you could say that I really didn't care that much.

Sunday, August 27, 2017

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During the time that I was attending journalism school in Virginia, one day early in the morning I got in my car and drove all the way to Washington D.C., went one part of the Library of Congress and there looked for some things useful for a school project that I was working on. I really didn't do any sightseeing that day. It was February or March, a rainy, drizzly day. While I was there, I went to a small shop nearby to buy lunch, chicken salad on a croissant, delicious. Strange that you should be asking me where I went. I didn't have any other scheduled appointments that day so there was no reason for anyone to be noticing that I was not at home. Oh, are you the beggar who accosted me on the sidewalk outside of the sandwich shop? Strange that a visit to the nation's capital should bring me in contact with such panhandlers dawdling on the sidewalks, not really the powers that one would expect to see prowling about the corridors of power. Needless to say.

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Kim Coffaro, a classmate in 7th floor dorm for only one year at SCC, obviously Italian, liked to boast of the amazing spaghetti sauce that was prepared by her father using a secret family recipe, with fresh tomatoes and various herbs and spices of unknown combination, cooked and placed in a jar in the sun to ferment further by sunlight until reaching the proper level of zesty flavor. Ok, so, that's nice. Even so, obtaining the secret Italian recipe is not that important to me as a priority in the whole scheme of things. I am content to buy my pizzas at the local Italian restaurant, usually for pick up myself, only 5-10 minutes drive, to avoid having to pay the added delivery tip, although if convenience warranted a pizza delivery we have done that also on occasion.

Thus, I see no reason to continue this conversation with the dreary Coffaro clan, always so full of themselves and not much else. San Francisco is just too far to go just to get a pizza.

Friday, August 25, 2017

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Molly is the type of activist who might make one feel guilty about not being out in the streets carrying signs and placards to protest whatever is wrong with society. Lori Kelderman, on the other hand, was commenting on the sadness of Molly have a police record at such a young age. So either way, you can't win for losing if that is what you want to do, because anyway I only remember something that Lori said about Molly. However, I don't feel myself personally called to do street protests. I can't quite see how all these loose ends got tied together in a huge knot.

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I vaguely remember the name of Molly, who was a student at CBNU when I was there. In the classroom she was very opinionated in her possibly Irish Catholic way, but I'd only be guessing. Some people were talking about her and her activist activities because she was involved in actual protest movements but I never talked to her myself about anything of a personal nature so I really wouldn't be a good person to ask to explain anything about Molly. 

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Yes, I know, how do I explain, without taking the bait, that in economics class I never had any real communication with Stephanie, that I will never speak to her again in this lifetime due to some earlier incident even though I can't quite remember what that was about, so I guess that means that I just live in this private bubble unaffected by the crazy things going on around me because I can't get enough information to explain that in any type of satisfactory way without making another mess, so whatever. Anyway, I only care about finishing this class and graduating from high school. Yes, if only, if only. If only I had been more social in high school and talked to people more but then they would just cut me off anyway so why bother. Why should I give them any such opportunity? They aren't that important to me that I should be bothered to help them with that.

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So even though the Johnsons like to boast of their LBJ Texas namesake, nevertheless my grandmother most likely preferred to vote for Nixon, as history has doubtless recorded, for better or for worse, come rain or come shine, in the good times and in the bad times. Thus, LBJ was not the elect so, anyway, there is nothing of a personal nature that I would need to discuss with Mark his dreary hideous Garlic bimbo. 

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Looking at my genealogy chart, it is sort coincidentally noted that my great-grandmother's cousin, Nancy Ermina Smith (1870-1963), was married to Edward Randall Johnson (1867-1955), and they had three Johnson children of whom nothing is known, just that their names appear on the genealogy charts. So?

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The high school term paper that I wrote on the assigned topic of population growth met the minimum length requirement of 20 pages and featured Turabian-style footnotes. It was written at home using my parents' manual typewriter. It featured various statistics projecting the growth of the planet's population, then estimated at somewhere near 4 billion, soon to reach 6 billion. Where are we now? Could there be a time when the population outstrips the food supply? These are mind-boggling questions for a high school student to contemplate. Dr. Bidle's criticism was mainly that it was "amorphous," not very organized, although I think that I did get a good grade. Yes, even so, there probably are some other points that I did not elaborate or even touch upon in my term paper. So why do I sometimes get the feeling that I am being called to account for someone else's lousy term paper? How ridiculous is that? There were probably 20 people in the classroom, all writing term papers on the same assigned subject. So why do I have to explain what I did or did not write about in mine? I really don't care to know what they wrote in their term papers, those other dummies.

Thursday, August 24, 2017

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Yes, I vaguely remember in high school writing a 20-page term paper on the subject of population growth, only because the topic was assigned by Mr. DePaul, our economics teacher, and duplicated for Dr. Bidle's English class because any topic was acceptable to him as long as the paper was at least 20 pages long with footnotes, thus demonstrating the ability to write in clear and grammatical sentences, so writing one term paper for two classes saves me the agony writing two 20-page papers when I cannot imagine even writing 1 or 2 pages on such a boring topic as population growth. So I wrote whatever I wrote about that, although I really don't remember what exactly I wrote. It was not an issue upon which I felt any type of crusader passion, it was just a matter of filling 20 pages at least in order to fulfill the academic requirement of the assigned topic. I really don't remember whether I still have that term paper somewhere in my notebooks. It really wasn't that important that I would want to resurrect that topic for national discussion. There are many other topics that I would rather talk about than that. But of course some term paper thieves have very tiny little minds, needless to say.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Which Reminds Me

I hope you were not expecting some original work from me. Unfortunately, I have to spend all my time cleaning up the vomitings of stupid Monica and the ridiculous San Francisco fascists, so there is really not much room for improvements due this problem of the idiotic rantings of Monica.

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

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Yes, it is sad to see the entanglements of Church and State that may be found in European countries, where the state governments in centuries past had taken upon themselves to administer church tithes and the church meddles in government affairs. We never had this type of tithing law here in the United States. There are two sides to the tax coin. Jesus said, Render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar's and to God the things that are God's. We must pay property taxes, gas taxes, income taxes, and more taxes to the government for the operations of the state. But when it comes to the church tithes and offerings for the operations of ministry, you are highly encouraged to give to church and charity. You might even get a tax deduction, and also a blessing, for doing that. But it is the church's job to instruct in regards to the tithe, not really the government. So if you look at it that way, yes there is a separation of sorts between church and state here in America. I know, it is complicated.

But anyway we never got our money from Spain so there is nothing that I would need to discuss with them.

Monday, August 21, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am getting very tired of all these back-cracking jokes. Just because my cousin David once cracked my back, that does not give everyone else license to do the same. That was a whole different story of ancient times. I don't have license to do back-cracking therapy so I restrain myself from saying more about that.

Friday, August 18, 2017

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I do remember in high school, that Sharon Turner was talking about her secretarial work for John Bueno, and how impressed she is with how he never makes a mistake, and his wording in the letters she types for him is always so perfect. So that was her opinion. I really wouldn't be able to comment on that. I wasn't paying attention to that.

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Please don't act so surprised when the taunts of the shrill Italian hags go unanswered by me.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

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Needless to say, I can see that you have mistaken me for Patty or Kathy, the two main fans of the Persian connection. I really don't know anything about that. I wasn't paying attention to that. We had both Sol and Luna in our high school class, but whatever. There was no time for that in high school. I did not pause to quiz people on the meanings of their surnames and their deeper ancestral ties, although maybe I did overhear some of Kathy's chatter. She chatters continually about nothing much. But there is not really any reason to care about what those chatterboxes are actually saying. I am trying to use study hall to do my homework.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

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During high school study Kathy sits over there chatting with her best buddy Patty Cruz, talking about her Persian roots, or how she is so dark her ancestors probably came to Sicily from Africa during the Middle Ages, or something to that effect. Apparently it is easy for these Italians to get in thick with the local natives due to their common heritage.

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It is confusing how during World War II the Italians under Benito Mussolini were closely allied with the Nazis, constituting the Axis powers. Now in these present times we see these dark brown Italian people closely allying themselves with black people, because Kathy certainly is so dark-tanned as to almost pass for black, at the expense of white people and/or Nazis. So if I am white skinned, does that make me a neo-Nazi as opposed to a Fascist? No, I don't think so. It is not so much a matter of anything I did but actually a matter of them wanting to obfuscate and reconfigure the political map for their own personal reasons.

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Yes, during high school I do remember reading in the newspaper about the various Nazis who were found to be hiding out in South America, I think that it was mostly Paraguay, but I have no personal knowledge of that. Paraguay was quite a distance away from where we were. I only know what I read in the newspaper about that. However, I do seem to also remember some chatter about the Italian fascists who fought against the United States during World War II, now desperately trying to pass themselves off as American patriots. That is something that I have not quite heard explained in a clear way. This Nazi distraction only detracts attention from the Italian Fascist question that was the more proximate subject of discussion during high school, although I can't quite remember the details of that. It wasn't my job to seek out and destroy Mussolini's cousins.

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Yes, I did have the chicken pox for an entire week when I was in first or second grade, attending a Lutheran school. I still remember being so depressed because my birthday was that week and I was not able to have a classroom party on that day to share cupcakes with the second grade classmates (or was that first grade). I had to sleep all day and be miserable with fever and little red spots all over my skin. But that was only one week. Life goes on and I no longer can recall why I cared about seeing those second grade people again. We can't go back to second grade. We can't go back in time to relive that all over again. It was only second grade. There is much water under the bridge since then.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

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In a way it was nice of you to offer to protect me against the Chinese invasion, but actually it is too late for me. They are just everywhere spreading their insidious disease and ruining everything so there is nothing to be done about that. I suppose that we could say that same thing about the dreary Mexican invasion and many others. It is just too late to do something about that. Time is of the essence in that question. There is just not enough hours in the day to tackle all these questions in the way that would be appropriate so we will have to cut you short and flip the dial because anyway it is none of your business what I do with my personal life.

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In ancient times, the sins of people were noticed by external burn marks evident on their skin, people were flogged and branded and tied to scaffolds and tormented in various ways as a memorial of their many wrongoings, but in these modern times we don't do that. We no longer use such barbaric methods of torture so we don't know who the sinner is or is not just by the branding marks on their faces.

So just because someone has freckles on their face, that does not mean necessarily that they are a sinner.

Unless you speak Spanish, in which language the word for "freckle" is "peca" and also the word for he/she "sins" is "peca." Strange coincidence is this of the Spanish language. Does this word "peca" necessarily mean "sin" or is this case of a word that has more than one meaning: "freckle" or "sin"? In my opinion, the latter case, that of two different meanings, applies, but I suppose you will want to mindlessly follow John's directions anyway, because you don't care about being wrong. You just want to be on the side of power, no matter what the word actually means.

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Yes, I do vaguely remember at age 7 having met Heather Grease-On, a dreary horrid person from Hong Kong, actually an MK. Am I the only person who is bored of listening to her ridiculous online rantings? She now lives in Washington state, which is apparently not far enough to spare us the nonsense.

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Needless to say, I do not wish myself to be represented in the marketplace by some dreary boring man of stupid Heather's choice, never mind the accidental circumstances that have surrounded me with such boring specimens as these. Perhaps I was born in the wrong place and time and never will find true love under these circumstances. Ah, such is my sad fate, 'tis true, to have glanced upon Heather's hideous face at one time or another, and thus to have become myself a target of them, Heather's white trash comrades, unbeknownst to me.

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Needless to say, it is not within your powers to dictate the ethnicity of my future husband. I have not much affinity with your ethnic interests which are to elevate your own white husband and the expense of my ethnic collectibles, although I really don't have much to show on that point.

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You have a lot of nerve accusing me of the racist crimes of which you yourself are guilty. You say that all people must have a uniform appearance, all black and brown, no freckles allowed, and that no variations will be tolerated. You have ways of preventing reproduction of freckled specimens that do not fit this predetermined mold, ways to discourage any pairings of which you disapprove. And what if I don't want to look in the mirror and see Dauna's ugly face staring back at me? My opinions and choices matter nothing to you. You only care about your boring master plan. And if there is no place for me in your master plan, well, even so I cannot feel guilty about that. That is just your problem, not mine.

Monday, August 14, 2017

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Sometimes I think that I hear in the background high school classmate Patty Cruz screeching and screaming in her shrill way, a dreary boring person of no interest to me.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

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Everybody already knows that there might be Nazis in Latin America. Is it the job of a high school student to identify them? I think not. I think my job is to do my homework and get good grades. If I happen to trip on some information, well, I wouldn't even know who to talk to about that. That would be just be sort of weird.

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Yes, what is the Colonel babbling about anyway? He is a fat cat collecting big fat pension retirement checks and all he wants to do is take shots at poor little white girls such as myself. Well, we understand that those military people have to do what they have to do when they are out there fighting in the bushes, but we are not a military family, the only exception to that rule being the Butterfield cousins. So anyway there was no reason for us to continue this conversation. We prefer to stay far away from the bushes, where there is a high risk of being assaulted by bandits.

Oliver Twist was a miserable little street urchin tricked up as a Broadway spectacle, which worked fine for New York dance studios. But anyway the problem of child labor continues unabated in some remote areas of the planet so that you can dance on your plush carpets.

Sometimes life just isn't fair. At one time, my mother's supervisor was a Cuban accountant, Carmelo, whose strange Spanish Cuban dialect was barely understandable, you had to ask him to repeat things because nobody understands what he is saying and he doesn't speak English, but anyway those days are gone, those people are many of them passed away.

Time heals all wounds and everyone has long since forgotten the mysterious Iran-Contra affair which had no apparent significance that anyone should care whatever happened to the Contras. It was apparently just a matter of a colonel and his secretary shredding all the documents so that nobody understood whatever happened. So apparently the military had to do what they had to do, as they often do. So whatever. So?

Friday, August 11, 2017

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Yes, the Dewey Decimal system works fine for categorizing books in town libraries, although university libraries use a different numbering system. Either way, the system must be flexible to accommodate new books in categories yet unheard of. And then there are volumes of knowledge not yet encapsulated in books. Thus, no person who thinks they already know it all will be admitted to the system.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

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Yes, I would be happy to help you sort through these e-mails and contribute whatever I can. There might be many things I don't know but at least I could possibly refer you to persons more informed than I on these matters.

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It was Dauna who tried out, unsuccessfully, for cheerleader. However, she did successfully find a place on the girls' volleyball team. She was full of information about Jennie's conflicts with her roommate but I wasn't paying much attention to that.

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Yes, I probably would not explain this matter of birth control in the same terms used by my mother but unless or until I have a husband of my own, there is no reason for me to further develop this subject discussion. I am not interested in a further exploration of Catholic opinion on this topic, which is already well known. Besides which I don't work for Jennie so I don't have to do that.

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Elizabeth was talking about why she contributes financial support to Jennie Cerrullo and her ministry, but not to me. I never get a chance to explain that I object to this framing of the matter in terms of a rivalry between myself and Jennie, who I remember from college. At college it was known that Jennie was a cheerleader from the Planet Preppy, which also entailed a certain clothing style, but I was never particularly impressed with that type of thing. Yes, I tend to take the path of least resistance and not bother to try out for cheerleader. So fine, I really don't care what Elizabeth does with her money. Why am I dragged into Jennie's sphere when I really don't know exactly what she does. I prefer to have no comment on the subject of Jennie.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

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I remember well the sting of being cursed and insulted by that vicious nasty Italian witch Elizabeth Iaturro, but whatever. I don't behave in that nasty Italian way of hers, generally speaking. I can only hope that  she may trip on herself someday and then figure out that I am not her problem, that she is her own worst enemy, because anyway her name seems to have disappeared from the record books and no one can remember who she was or why she thinks it her responsibility to go around sneering at white people such as myself in that contemptuous Italian way. Ok, find, kill me now and relieve me of the misery of seeing your hideous Italian face all the time because anyway it is not all about you. I never asked for your dirty Italian money and don´t want it.

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

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Yes, I think that I do remember that you were recommending that I commit suicide. That certainly would simplify matters. Everything would just go to my sister and her family and my titles would be non-existent. Very convenient for them but yet so very messy and inconvenient and painful for me. Just how they want it. This method of consolidating the inheritance is a common practice of rich people who want to control everything very tightly in their own hands. They want all the cards for themselves and nothing for me. Needless to say this is very uncomfortable, yet the earth belongs to the Lord. If it is my time to go, fine, why tether this my mortal body to some meaningless  pile of garbage. When I am gone the land will still be there for somebody else to fight over. But in the meantime, until my time arrives to fly away, o,glory, it is very hard for me to get a job and work properly when all these people are throwing things at me. Something is wrong with this picture. I need a break.

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Why complain that "It Took A Miracle"? I rather like the song if done well.

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Someone was wanting to make some points about Lottie Moon (1840-1912), a single woman missionary to China for the Southern Baptists. Although there were thousands of single women missionaries in China at one time or another during the 19th century, she was certainly very prominent amongst them. But I really cannot say very much about that. I wasn't paying attention to that. There were just so many. Perhaps they did succeed better than they knew in awakening the sleeping giant even with whatever personal flaws they brought with them, but only time will tell the whole story.

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Susie likes to talk about the fancy fondue restaurant where they eat bits and pieces of food dipped in various types of fondue sauces. Was it called The Melting Pot? I never ate there myself, only heard Susie talking about that, more than once I think,oddly.

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Yes, I am vaguely aware that Judy Umstead is dating Larry Salvemini, and I really don't care that much. Larry never meant anything to me so whatever. I have no interest in socializing further with these dreary boring people. They just want to grandstand for no apparent reason and I don't see why I should care. There never was anything nice to say about them.

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Yes, at Evangel college I roomed firstly, for two months, with Judy Umstead from Pennsylvania.It was a huge relief to all when Judy moved downstairs. It was a huge relief to be rid of Judy and her strange temper tantrums. She would often launch into strange screaming fits for no apparent reason so whatever. Pennsylvania is a place of no interest to me.

Monday, August 7, 2017

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Yes, I seem to remember receiving some message from the Chinese complaining about Smith. I believe the reference was to Arthur Henderson Smith (1845-1932), who served in China many years as a missionary. Coincidentally, there is an Arthur Smith who is a cousin or uncle of my great-grandmother but that is a completely different story. You were complaining about Smith's severe descriptions of "Chinese Characteristics" in his book of that title. So I looked at the book and agree that it is not very quotable in some places. And yet paradoxically he was very prolific. I don't know how to explain that. He was very accomplished at what he did, even if some people looking to find fault with him and missionaries generally are wanting to use that antagonistic spirit as a device for furthering their own anti-American interests.

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How dare you ask me to defend the innocence of Diana? I am not able to vouch for what she did in her spare time apart from me, which is actually most of the time. I cannot be expected to track all her of gossip avenues, even if I cared about that, which actually I don't care that much.

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Yes, Who,was,that Samoan lady who lived down the street from Grandma Calkins? I really don't remember those people.

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From our double bookings we learn that it only takes three or more false witnesses to establish the lie. Truth or lie matters not so much as whatever they say. This is how the false witnesses may collude to slaughter the innocence. Yes, I was discussing this point with someone. This is why it is better to be corrected at one to two than to colliude with 20 or 30 and then learn that you are on the losing side, but nobody would listen to me so you are juat out there on your own.

Saturday, August 5, 2017

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While living in California I once attended a Bob Bennett concert with Marlene Harvey. Afterwards, all she could talk about was how the words and lyrics did not make any sense to her. Yes, well, this matter of interpreting metaphors, similes and other figures of speech seems a very difficult thing to discuss with the mentally retarded Harvey sisters from Arkansas. If you were not paying attention in English class, and also doing your share of reading, you will always be several steps behind me, needless to say. There is nothing further of this nature that I would need to discuss with the country bumpkins of Arkansas.

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During college sometimes a bunch of girls would go to a restaurant to eat something other than cafeteria food. The term Dutch applies when each girl pays her own bill. I do not think that I have any outstanding unpaid "Dutch" bills so there is no reason to continue this discussion.

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Not being related to the Maltese branch of the family does not make me an Italian, needless to say. So while it seems sort of understandable that Sharon would be overly obsessive about justifying her existence because she really is an ugly thing, somewhat horrifying to look upon, even so this is not an argument that requires my participation. These ying-yang logistics do not work for me.

Friday, August 4, 2017

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Yes, back in the old days I did not think to ask whether Sharon Turner might be related to the Maltese Turners who are the descendants of the Baron. We are so far removed from the Baron as to not consider this distant connection worth mentioning in our genealogy book, unless of course we are going to trace our own family tree back to Tudor times, in which case a paragraph or so might be mustered to acknowledge our European roots. We have no reason to be dialoguing with Malta, needless to say, much less their Turner in-laws in the U.S. It is just not worth it.

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do think that we need to be moderate and conservative when configuring our ballpark numbers so as to not seem too self-aggrandizing, and also to leave room for ourselves to be pleasantly surprised when we learn that our numbers were better than we thought although the context of that escapes my mind. Never again will I have another personal conversation with some mentally retarded bimbo named Sharon Turner. Do you think that I am so stupid that I am just going to put the contents of my brain on a platter so that the stupid Turner idiots can just help themselves to everything about me? No, this experience is teaching me about the necessity of playing hard to get. Thanks for the catch-me-if-you-can strategy lessons.

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

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Yes, that was strange. Why all this prattling about the fictional character of Claudine? The Claudine novels were written by Colette, a French author of a somewhat racy repute. During high school we were required to read one of the Claudine books, maybe it was Claudine at School, although I cannot remember very much about that. The French books that we read in Spanish translation were rather depressing. The spirit of a book sometimes is something that one does not want to wear permanently. Sometimes one prefers to cast aside these ill-fitting things as not worthy of further attention. They are just there to remind us that there is a darker side of things that perhaps serves as a warning or caution about not doing or saying anything more about Colette.

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It does make you wonder why all these horrid dirty foul-mouthed Chinese pigs think that I would want their dirty money.

Monday, July 31, 2017

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It has come to our attention that our great-grandfather, David Allen Barth, who by the way died in 1954, is the designated president of a company incorporated in the State of California, which is called the David A. Barth Corporation. The paperwork remains on file in Sacramento, perhaps for nostalgic reasons, and coincidentally his grandson David A. Barth, the son of my Dad's Uncle Ariel, who lives near Pasadena, could claim to be the namesake president of the company, although not really the president of it in terms of having been elected to the title by the long since deceased board members, which would seem an impossibility as far as we know, because the paperwork lists David A. Barth as the president, a minor point of no interest to us. They might be my cousins of the third degree but we don't work for them. Wasn't one two-week prison term enough for you? What more could there be to gain from resurrecting a useless entity consisting mainly of dead people? So that we could function as slave labor for the wicked witches of San Francisco? This plot makes no sense to me.

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It makes no difference to me who is elected to be the next big chief of our church denomination, thus to inhabit the lofty offices at headquarters. Thus it was a bit odd years ago to be hearing messages transmitted purportedly from Sharon Baldwin, now married to an Ohio man, who was accusing me of involving myself in the church elections. Actually, I wasn't paying attention to that. It had not occurred to me to ask questions about that. I really do not concern myself about such things. The big shots come and go as do the seasons so we cannot base our faith on that political stuff. Perhaps Sharon had confused us with the Methodists, who use a very different system so difficult of comprehension. But we are not Methodists, no connection to Harvey, so does that mean we don't get the big guns? Ohio's hatred of me entitles them to the big guns with which to obliterate me? So you say I should consider switching denominations, and yet where to go. I am too old to care about that political stuff. Besides, I know too much to be fooled by that. Have you no salt in yourself? We are to be a city set on a hill to light the darkness around us, all except Sharon, who apparently didn't get the message.

Sunday, July 30, 2017

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Yes, I did sort of notice that the Italians were trying to shove Sue Izzo down my throat, or else Chris Christina or someone. The points of comparison are very few so that method will not get you very far. Very soon you will just run into a brick wall with nowhere to go because obviously you are not playing with a full deck, not rowing with both oars in the water, the elevator doesn't quite reach the top floor, a brick short of a full load, the lights on and nobody home, etc. etc. I only remember what Sue Izzo said and nothing more. Yes, I can only speak for myself when I say that I am actually rather bored of the Bill show. Bill is very good if you are looking for a drummer but in other respects there is not much else to say about him. I would really rather find my own life. I am not wild about Bill, nor I would ever go wild for Bill. I don't take my orders from Bill, needless to say. And yet you continue to underestimate our utter lack of indifference in matters of Bill. It was actually pastor's wife who loves Bill, but that was a completely different story. Anyway, the Italian Izzos will just have to deliver their parts when we hit the 'Return to Sender' button and a huge ball of garbage goes back around heading their way.

Saturday, July 29, 2017

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Yes, one really has to wonder who gave the microphone to this pathetically stupid mental retard named Monica. Fingernails on a chalkboard is the best way to describe the idiotic rankings of Monica. We all have better things to do than dialogue with that worthless professor of clerical errors, needless to say.

Besides, I thought that we had all agreed that we are all completely bored with the completely boring Bill, Bill, Bill, Nothing but Bill show, but I digress.

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Yes, it did seem a bit weird the way that Mark Berger was obsessing about these details of office incidental politics and his frequent absences. I think that I advised him to mend him ways and to go get a life. Not long after that he got a great job in South Carolina and moved out of state. So why are we talking about this now? We have all moved on and found other jobs and other things to occupy our days, so it is hard for us to remember now the office trivia of 25 years ago.

Friday, July 28, 2017

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Someone remembers that Jennie Cerullo was a principal of a school in Hong King for a few years, so they are worried that I might use that against her. I hadn't thought of that but even so I somehow doubt that Jennie could be 150 years old. Besides I couldn´t care less about what Jennie does, especially not now.

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Yes, I did notice recently the book written about the American schoolteacher in China who will go down in history as a hideous doggie dike because she failed to cut off at the pass these dirty brown Chinese hoes. I would to dig around to try to find that again and remind myself of who that was, but anyway it wasn´t me, I was never a schoolteacher working in China and also I never spent any time cuddling with some hideous brown Gonzo hoe, so this scenario does not apply to me.

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Yes, I do vaguely remember that Ernie Deporto was an acquaintance at college. One evening several people were crammed into his tiny little car to go somewhere although I don´t remember where. Ernie invited some of us to go out witnessing with him at another time later but I did not do that. I cannot speak for the other people in the car, whoever they were.

Thursday, July 27, 2017

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Yes, I do remember that some people in high school were not serious about doing their homework and getting good grades. In Spanish Lit class everything had to be done as a group, which was a huge handicap for me when I got stuck in a group that included Sylvia, an illiterate party girl who wants to spend the entire class hour in social chatting on subjects such as parties and various weekend activities. And if I say something nothing is gained so it is just better to let them do whatever they want. Thus there was no remedy for my grading problem.

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Yes, I do remember when reading great-grandmother' she diaries, I noticed references to uncle Joe's fig trees and also he sometimes appears bearing gifts of fruit including maybe figs from his tree. yes,it seems that My Dad's Uncle Joe had many fig trees, and also many personal problems that he comes to lament. Figs may have their place in the relief of constipation but I am not particularly fond of them.

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

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It was actually Sue Izzo who explained to me something about Bill's original rock band and the deeper meaning of the title of that. Apparently she really knows the rock star terminology. The thought never would have crossed my mind. I might have never noticed that if Sue Izzo had not said something. And even so, what? It wasn't my place to do something about that when everyone is promoting Bill to the skies. And then later the Italians made such a huge issue about the rock band title, so that now, not wanting to say anything further about that, it is hard for me to remember who Bill was. Bill who? I will refer all questions about Bill to them, in particular Sue Izzo and also to his jilted ex-girlfriend, Chris Christina, who perhaps can speak more specifically about the intimacies of Bill. I never had any "special" relationship with Bill so I really wouldn't know anything about that one way or another.

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

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One day Bill Maginn and some other people were talking and Bill said that when he visited his doctor, he consulted with him about his recent weight gain. The doctor asked him what he had been eating and Bill said that he was in the daily habit of eating a glass of chocolate milk with a cheese danish and then the doctor said that probably was part of the problem and to stop doing that. So we all heard this story about Bill's weird eating habits.

Monday, July 24, 2017

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Yes, it is certainly true that the wicked evil "It" witches have proven themselves entirely capable of making my life a complete misery. However, this is not a useful skill, adds nothing of practical value to my life in terms of job skills and/or financial independence, adds a distracting layer of multiple ambiguities unnecessarily, and thus I see no reason for me to hire them or to sign any new job contract for "it" services. Obviously, I am entirely capable of digging around in old stacks for useful tidbits for myself should the necessity arise so I really don't think that I will need "it" for anything.

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Yes, it was awkward attending church along side these somewhat loathsome repulsive reptilians, such as Christie, she of the forked tongue who is now deeply embedded with Tim, a creepy little weasel from Alabama. We were never interested in connecting to Hazel's ticky-tacky Alabama white trash cousins so it was rather distracting to find ourselves targeted by them. You probably thought I was one of Southern Fried Henry's stupid little parrots but you were wrong about that. I don't take my orders from Alabama, needless to say.

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Yes, I think I did notice that much attention is focused on Tennessee, a boring place of no interest to me. If you bought Tennessee, then all you got was the Butterfield view of things, which is sadly deficient in terms of reality checks, but there is no remedy that I know of for the Butterfield problem. They are just there doing their own thing, rarely ever checking in with us, always against us, always concerned entirely for their own interests and not capable of understanding anything beyond their own little sphere of interests. So that is the Butterfield problem in a nutshell. Enough said about the cousins I mostly forgot about because anyway they don't care about me either. With them around, it's almost like I don't exist so whatever. I really need to find my own life without having to check in with the Butterfields every five seconds.

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How do I politely tell these stupid people that I do not wish to be bought by them? I am not your slave property. Go away and stop harassing me.

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How strange that you should be so interested in learning more about Heather, of whom nothing is known, only that she was there during ninth grade, glaring at people.

How strange that you would prattle on so about Watergate and the firing of persons involved in that scandal. I never had the slightest connection to Watergate and don't know one thing about it.

How strange that you would not direct all questions about Watergate to the SanGios who were deeply involved in the political scenery and closely connected to the Catto's. They may know something about that but I never spent any time identifying and/or debriefing CIA agents so I really wouldn't know anything about that.

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I vaguely remember years ago, while visiting Calvary Chapel Fort Lauderdale, making the acquaintance of Marla, a nice person of whom I remember almost nothing, just that she seemed to be one of the regulars there.

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After the MK Retreat, on the bus on the way back to Springfield, I happened to be sitting next to Jeff Hittenberger, who was attending Evangel at the time, and he was asking me about SCC. I told him about a program that some people at our college were doing whereby they can choose to fast a meal by signing their names to a list at the entrance to the cafeteria. Was the money saved donated to poor people or charity? I don't remember the details. Anyway, I never said that I myself ever did that. I only said that some people were doing that, although not me. God forbid that I should aggregate my name to the list of pathetic shameless hypocrites who stand on public corners trumpeting their good deeds to the public in direct contradiction to the instructions of the New Testament. Anyway, later I heard that Jeff had been very impressed with the idea and had contacted the organizers of that program to learn more about that and then they were accusing me of lying because obviously my name was not on the list. Obviously not. So?

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do remember that in the old family photo collection on my Dad's side there was a photograph of a couple of guys, middle-aged, not too young, surveying an empty lot. On the back of the photograph were a series of numbers, possibly indicating a sort of compass pinpoint, although I would only be speculating. There were no names or people or descriptions of the lot, only the numbers for geo-positioning purposes, maybe. Ok, so there is a picture of an empty lot, but without a title deed and other legal documentation the photo has no legal value in terms of a property exchange. It was just a photo of an empty lot.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Years ago when I was living in Boca Raton, someone asked me if I were someone else, someone whose last name is also Calkins, but no, I am not she. Besides, there is no "u" in my last name. So there was no reason for me to think twice about that. I just have no idea who those people are.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it certainly would seem so mean of me, so bad, so unpatriotic to even consider the notion of suing my very own government, of invoking various charges mainly for sending all these mentally retarded people to harass me on a regular basis throughout high school. And yet, well, the thought has crossed my mind that I am entirely powerless to actually do that. I am nobody important that the CIA would bother about me. Perhaps it was just a strange convergence of stupidities that makes my life so miserable and no one really deserving of the blame. So we will just have to leave the CIA dangling at the end of its tether before they eventually issue their apology with attached check for monetary damages, thank you very much.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, why are you so surprised to learn that on the day of the crucifixion there was also an earthquake and a darkening of the sun, whether by solar eclipse or other signs I don't know. But these things are mentioned in the New Testament in case you did not notice, so there is really not news.

Monday, July 17, 2017

Which Reminds Me

In El Salvador, Susie and Sammy like to boast of their friendship with the Jewish family next door to their house. The Stewarts at one time lived in the mission house next to the Bible Institute, but on the other side of their house was a house wherein lived a Jewish family who had an only daughter. They owned a factory wherein was manufactured, I can't remember what, maybe they said the Popeye chocolate bars. (Although the ice cream bar factory also would have been an interesting tour.) The twins were given a tour of the chocolate factory. I remember seeing that house next door to them but I never lived in that house that I should have occasion to go there. It was the Stewarts who first befriended them. If there are some other missing pieces to that story I really wouldn't know. That is all I know about that. Someone was telling me some other things about that Jewish family but I cannot comment further on such nebulous clues.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Anyway, I see that you forgot to tell me that Stephanie is actually Jewish. Only now do I learn this through the back door. Well, all the more reason for me not to involve myself in the intestinal conflicts of the local Jewish community of which I know very little. They were also there but I can't see that.

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Yes, during high school economics class I remember that there were five or six tables of people. Our table was near the front of the room and there was a table of guys across from us, but I cannot remember who they were. I never exchanged any looks or commentaries with them and would not appreciate them presuming to speak for me as I cannot even remember wha their names were. They do not represent anything that I would want to say about this chatter regarding off-campus parties to which I was not invited mainly because I would prefer not to say anything about that because it just wouldn't be wise for me to get involved in whatever that was.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Anyway, fortunately I never made any claim of being one of the movers and shakers of society, that I should be required to fulfill all these ridiculous and exaggerated expectations of the people who are incidental acquaintances, not really my mother. Besides, I never applied to run for office. In fact, I never can meet all these expectations, an exercise in futility, all by myself. They say that God only helps those who help themselves, but what about those of us who are hexed before we even get started? This just doesn't work for me.

Friday, July 14, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it looks like we won't be seeing much of those Stewart blobs now that they are so deeply embedded with the whiney Walkers at the dry docks of Arizona. Jane was always so quiet back in the old days that we did not realize what a very bad girl she really was until we heard her boring voice circulating out there in the ozone layer, thus removing all doubt about that. Sorry Tarzan but we don't want to be the ones having to say these things so we will just refer all these matters to the proper authorities.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

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Anyway, I do not consider myself to be under any obligation to play ball with the mentally retarded Gladstone riff-raff. No one ever said that they could not get married to whoever they want, or be a Bible study leader or whatever they want, so there is no reason for me to exhaust myself debating such an imaginary point that no one ever said about them in the first place that I know of. My sister put herself under an obligation to ferry them around in her car but that was her mistake, not mine. I really would prefer to completely ignore these incredibly boring yet insidiously damaging maneuvers because there is nothing that I can say right about that. Why do I have to feel sorry for such mean and nasty people? I just don't care. Go away and stop harassing me.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Oh, I don't remember, was Cheryl an incubator baby? At the missionary kid school it was just Cheryl and I in the fourth grade, but she is gone now and my long-term memories of that are mostly a blur. The next year the Stewarts returned, Sammy and Susie, and then there were four of us the same age, Cheryl and Susie and Sammy and I. Well, I can't speak for the Stewarts, but at least we were grateful for the lunches that our mothers provided for us, being trained at an early age to pray and say grace before eating our lunch of usually a sandwich that mother got up very early in the morning to prepare and also maybe a Thermos of juice or milk or something else to drink and maybe a piece of fruit or a piece of cake. When someone brought a Hershey bar to school, some people were inclined to trade their whole lunch away for such a treat, but I never did that. Oh, was I supposed to feel guilty about eating the lunch assigned to me?

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

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Sadly, Cheryl died at age 12. We were gone at the time. Afterward, Susie said some things very critical of Cheryl, but as I was out of the country at the time, I really can't verify that one way or another. It was just something that Susie said about why she was not particularly sorry that Cheryl had died.

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Yes, I think that I do remember hearing that story about the woman who got pregnant on her wedding night and then the baby was premature, born at maybe seven months, so the birth data doesn't tell the whole story and might superficially appear sort of funny to strangers, but if you are even partly acquainted with them you would have no reason to doubt the story's veracity as it was passed along to us. But if you are someone who prefers to expound an alternate theory about that, the burden of proof is entirely upon you. No one is going to help you with that and the joke will be on you. So?

Monday, July 10, 2017

Which Reminds Me

It really grates on my nerves, all these very bad jokes about my birthmark, a large freckle, or rather cluster of freckles, on my left upper arm. This mark, you say does not compare to some other people's marks. Well, that may be so but I really do not care to get caught in the position of speculating upon the meaning of birthmarks. Whatever. I was dealt this handful of freckles and I wouldn't be me without them. So your cheapskate attempts to make me the marked woman fall flat, very very flat. Your shrill tones are like fingernails on a chalkboard.

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Ok, so maybe it was more like 40 years ago that I last had contact with Debbie Lange, when she expressed her shock at my being so short (compared to her being so tall and taking dance lessons for mainly health reasons as one could easily assume). So maybe the next time that I feel like being gratuitously insulted behind the scenes I will get back in touch.

Years earlier, Debbie and I and also Sherry Turnbull were in the same cabin at junior high camp along with some other persons whose names I cannot recall. They were nobody important, just boring stuff. I suppose that their being eighth graders explains their disdain of seventh graders such as myself but actually I mostly don't remember who they were or why I should care about that.

Friday, July 7, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I know, during high school study hall I loved to go to the library and read from the Time-Life history books in the reference section, one for each decade. In Europe they have decadence, but in America we go by the decades. The 1910s preceded the 1920s later on we find the 1930s and so forth. These events are arranged in an orderly way and illustrated with many interesting photos, always better than listening to Kathy's idiotic rantings. These Italians protest way too much before I can even think of saying hello. I will always praise God and thank my lucky stars that I am not in any way related or connected to those deeply weird people.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was a big mistake for me to try to take the fall for whatever wicked thing Sharon Turner might have done or did. We really were not such close friends, certainly not related, that I wouldn't turn her in to the proper authorities if necessary, if I could, but as it is I really can't do that. Let Sharon Turner explain to us what she did to Jan a few years earlier and then we will be glad to confess whatever other mistake we might have  made not having any clue what Jan's problem was. Jan who? I really don't know these people very well and have no idea how to explain that.

Whch Remnds Me

About 50 years have gone by since the last time that I talked with Debbe Lange, can't imagine there could be any reason to communicate with her Lange cousins if New York, assuming she has any cousins in New York. I really wouldn't know anything if she does or not or anything else about that.

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As for that book, the autobiography of Madame Guyon, I can't say that I got very far into that, not very far past the first chapter. I found it difficult to relate to her medieval sense of morbid paranoia so typical of the Dark Ages, very depressing. Perhaps the book got better later on, but I actually  never got far enough know more about that. Maybe someday I will get around to finish reading that.

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I know that I will not be held responsible for the doings and sayings of some catty people who sat on the opposite side of the high school classroom snubbing me very methodically in that adolescent way of theirs, so all these false accusations are just a wearisome nuisance to me. It's like I don't exist, which is the way you wanted it, so get used to me not existing. Get it?

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When I was in high school maybe after 10th grade when the Stewarts were visiting for the summer, Susie gave me a birthday gift, a book, which she recommended as being of spiritual value. It was the autobiography of Madame Guyon, who was a French Catholic and mystic and founder of the Quietist movement. Interesting to see that Mrs. Baker of Rochester, New York, references the Quietist movement in some of her writings and even refers to Madame Jeanne Guyon. It is easy for Madame Guyon to be famous because she is married. Jean is my middle name, but a single person such as myself would find it not so easy to gain such credibility in the religious arena, a foundation for writing my autobiography which I promised to write at age 10. The writing of my autobiography has been scrapped, needless to say, because these French Catholics think they have no need of anything from me. Everything that is needful for life and work has already been provided by them. My thoughts are an unnecessary redundancy, at least as far as they are concerned.

Monday, July 3, 2017

Whch Remnds Me

I seem to remember that Sue Waleganda, who coincidentally was Ukrainian, is actually the person who would have the insider scoop on Jan Green's departure from Evangel, or at least the dorms. So why are you continuing to harass me on this subject matter? Just ask Sue and she will tell you what you need to know about that.

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I heard that your nasty Charlotte is looking to come and smash my face. Well, ha ha ha! Nasty Charlotte pretending to be upper crust? don't make me laugh. Don't make me go through that. I don't want to be hearing from Charlotte ever again. That was just too weird.

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You were telling me that Charlotte went and married some guy who is somehow related to my aunt Linda, which somehow complicates matters. Ok, whatever. So that means that Charlotte is now married to some genuine trailer trash redneck idiot so it would be hard to reassemble that trio. We are quite willing to allow the state of California to secede from the union so that we no longer have to listen to Linda's incredibly loud temper tantrums on a regular basis. That was weird.

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During college, during chapel I once sang a trio with Sheryl Gansky and another person, maybe Charlotte although I can't remember. Warren was our pianist. That trio idea was actually Sheryl's idea. So? Needless to say, that could never happen again. Even so, if that is the only thing that you know about us, or me, you really don't know very much, truth be told. There really ought to be a law forbidding you from your viciously malicious and insidious malware coding all over the planet, but anyway it is not my place to say.

Friday, June 30, 2017

Which Reminds Me

If I were going to be in control, some Bethany heads will be on the chopping block to be sure, but as I have no control in these matters, I fail to see why I should care about the careless waste of funding that does not belong to me anyway, so whatever.

Thursday, June 29, 2017

Which Reminds Me

During the time that I was rooming with Jan Green at Evangel, one day she suddenly said to me that I probably am condemning her because she dyes her hair an auburn color. Actually, the thought had not occurred to me, nor did the significance of the Auburn policy register any trigger in my brain, so I felt myself somewhat indifferent to the matter. The fact that my hair actually is a somewhat auburn color naturally, a very dark shade of auburn, probably makes her jealous of my beauteous aura, but no, that's not exactly what I said. I don't remember very much about that. I just didn't seem very important at the time.

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Yes, if only all my relatives could be disposed of and kept hidden in the background so that no one in the public arena would notice them and also they would not be allowed to interfere with my brilliant endeavors. How could I possibly succeed with all these country bumpkin cousins making a huge mess of everything? I don't mean to insult anyone but this whole situation is so ridiculous.

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Which Reminds Me

When I was in high school applying for college, our friend Sharon Turner from Nebraska recommended that I ask to live on a certain dorm floor, where she had previously lived. So I did that, but I am not so sure, knowing what I know now, that it was a good idea to accept any recommendation from Sharon. That was really not a good way to start college life, getting kicked around by a pack of vicious Green prairie dogs.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

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Yes, I don't know why during college it never occurred to me to ask whether Nancy Nelson, who was Lori Way's roommate, was a cousin or kin to Matt Nelson, another college student. Why would I bother to ask such an insignificant question, assuming the thought had ever crossed my mind, which it had not. And anyway, it is something of a moot point in this day and age. About 200 years ago Admiral Nelson helped Europe subdue to the tyrant Napoleon, but in the present day and age Mr. Nelson is married to Napoleon's ugly stepsister, so he doesn't represent anything of significance in terms of world politics in the global arena, that I should be called upon to say something about that. Anyway, Matt married Sheryl Ganksy, remembered mainly as a waitress at Marie Callender's restaurant, and I see they live in Seattle now. Oh, I didn't know that. And you are also expecting me to make some comparisons to that other Cheryl, who died at age 12? That would be impossible due to dire prohibitions against any communication with the dead. We might see them again in the great blue yonder but until then we are sort of busy with this command to occupy until he comes.

Monday, June 26, 2017

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I seem to vaguely remember that someone was accusing me of asking about the money but that is just a complete lie. I don't know even have a starting point clue to give you on that score. Who exactly is making this accusation? What money? Huh? I just have no idea what they are talking about.

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I really don't know very much about Bill. You must have mistaken me for someone else. I really can't say very much about him.

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When I was living in California at one time I applied for a job with the Ed Cole ministries organization, a job which I later declined to accept, and while there I said hello to Nancy Nelson, who I remembered from college as being Lori Way's roommate. Nancy was working there and she also told me that Debbie Boone's sister worked in the office next door. So that was interesting,

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Yes, for what do we need another Bethany College, just to train more tarty farty clones of Miss Murphy, thus perpetuating the follies of the disastrous Murphy's Law, so carelessly funded by the Binner riff-raff? No, I think we are all disgusted to hear more about the insidious activities of your tarty farty NoCal hoes. In my opinion, your hideous Green tarty farty Nanobutt is overdue for a serious flogging, but of course nobody cares what I think about anything. I don't dare say what I think about that.

We are fortunate that God does not give us what we deserve because otherwise we would just all be dead.

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, during high school, that was nice of Gail Reese, wife of Baptist missionary Jerry Reese, to invite us, my sister and I, to participate in a group sewing project. We were to sew each of us a pair of Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls. We met a few times at the Reese's home where we cut out the pieces and partly sewed them. Time was growing short at the end of the school year as we were preparing to leave the country. Mrs. Reese dropped off at our house a box of stuffing, crumbly plastic foam, so we stuffed our pieces, doll arms and legs and body and head, until we ran out of stuffing, and had nothing left to send back for them to use. Sorry but we have to leave the country now. They will just have to find more stuffing somewhere else to finish their dolls. For a long time I had those doll pieces stored away somewhere in a box but without the pattern and instructions it would be hard for me to continue that. Raggedy Ann is a fictional character who appears in children's storybooks, some of which I had read at age 10 or 11.

Coincidentally, I can't remember whether Ann Campbell was there at the Reeses' house. Anyway, I don't remember anyone saying anything about Ann, whether or not she was invited or why. It wouldn't be appropriate to ask something about that even if the thought had occurred to me, which it hadn't.

Oh, was there some other meaning to the sewing project that someone forgot to tell me? Ann is so incredibly vain she probably thinks this song is about her. I often am not invited to parties and if I let that bother me I would just cry, but sometimes parties are really not that important.

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it was sort of ludicrous and weird to hear Cori Nipper pretending to fire me. I was never an employee of her, I absolutely refuse to take orders from that foul-mouthed District hoe and I also receive no salary or other monetary compensation from her and her family so they have no place to be firing me. It's just so weird that anyone would take seriously the idiotic rantings of Cori. She gets nothing, no prize for behaving so badly. And anyway, I quit, so nothing that Cori said matters in the least.

Friday, June 23, 2017

Which Reminds Me

It does seem strange that due to my time at Evangel, having roomed with Jan Green for about three months before she was expelled for some unknown reason, there continues to be a layer of icky Green slime all over my things. I was rather relieved to be rid of Jan although I wasn't quite sure how that happened. She was just suddenly gone. Her things were gone and the room window and the door wide open with fresh air blowing through which was sort of nice.

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During my first year at SCC I went on a date with Carlos Rodriguez, who took me to see the movie "Star Wars." But aren't movies against the college rules? But it was a date so perhaps that makes it OK to say yes? And then I have this completely boring Mexican guy following me around campus and finally I finished giving him the brush off so I probably should have said no to start with. And then later Cori keeps asking me about Carlos and I gave whatever excuse, but anyway Cori is always such whiney nuisance, not to be mean, just one more reason to drop the wicked Evans riff-raff out the window.

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Yes, I vaguely recall that when I was studying journalism I wrote an article which was published in the student newspaper about the problem of the health care system and how it does function properly, but then again there is the problem of the uninsured and how the insurance companies are often called upon to cover the costs of the uninsured who appear in the emergency room in dire condition and it would be a violation of the Hippocratical oath for the doctors and medical professionals not to treat them, to just leave them sitting there to die, so yes the health care system certainly is a problematic thing with no easy answers.

Someone later added some other spin to the health care question but I can't quite understand how that happened or why.

Anyway, Jesus said, "The poor you have with you always."

Which Reminds Me

When I was born, or shortly before, when was my parents were deciding what to name me, the other choice of name, which was rejected, was Nancy. Thus, there is no Nancy in my family. The name of Nancy is just one of those hypotheticals that never actually happened. There was no twin to occupy the name of Nancy. There was just me, Candi. I did enjoy reading the Nancy Drew books but Nancy is actually just a fictional character with no place in reality.

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Yes, I probably should have issued a stern and strong warning against Lori Kelderman at the time that she told me the story about her affair with Tom, a married man. His wife Cindy had apparently shut him out of her life, or at least that is what Lori said that Tom said about Cindy. And yet am I not already in deep do-do from having reprimanded Loren's trashy hoe Alanna Popineau? Oh, but Loren did not marry her because she had an affair with that other guy, what's-his-name. And then they expect me to minister to these garbage people. Ridiculous. I would rather move across country than to stay and get better acquainted with the Popineau's peasant trash following. The more I learn about them, the more I am inclined to depart. I am in trouble if I say something or if I don't say something, either way. And besides, Lori and Tom are military skunks. Military people apparently have very low moral standards, at least from what I have seen of them, so I declined Lori's attempt to recruit me into the military. Ick!

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Which Reminds Me

There is nothing of a personal nature that I would want to discuss with the nasty vicious bimbos of Michigan. However, it is weird how these Michigan riff-raff seem to gravitate nearby even though I have no connection whatever to Michigan. There was Rhonda, Pam, Linda, then Lori Kelderman and so forth. I don't want to be hearing more about your Michigan soap opera. Enough of that. You can find my address in the phone book if you want to send along my well-earned paycheck. Otherwise, I really couldn't care less about Michigan.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Which Reminds Me

I seem to remember that Ireland already has a Queen and her name is Elizabeth. So there is nothing of interest worth saying about the governance of Ireland, in particular the fate of its redhaired housemaids and washerwomen, nor any reason for myself to be represented in the public arena by the horridly nasty filthy rich Kennedy girls of New York. It would be much easier for me to just kill myself than to entangle myself with such horribly nasty rich people, needless to say. Besides which, I am not Irish. But nobody asked me that. They just jump to these ridiculous conclusions and start screaming a pack of ridiculous lies based on nothing. There is just nothing to it.

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You obviously have mistaken me for some other person and I cannot quite figure out who that might be because I certainly did not know anything about all this stuff. The easy thing to do would be to just play along for a short while and let you live with your mistake but conscience directs me rather to provide a correction, to make sure that you are brought to a renewed understanding that you are actually not talking to me. You are addressing some other person. You are talking to someone but it is not clear to me who that would be.

Living in Central America, a white person among a sea of browns, it often occurs that these brown people mistakenly imagine that any white person is extremely wealthy and affluent and thus in bargaining in the marketplace they are reluctant to lower the price. The bid is automatically set higher when they see the white person is the buyer. On one occasion we had our brown friend Conchi bargaining on something on our behalf but I really don't think it was worth it just to buy some piece of junk, to save ourselves a few pennies. I would rather just bargain for myself. I wouldn't want to be mistaken for that some Mayan brownie. I wouldn't be able to understand their issues or answer for them so the reverse is likewise true. (But it was an interesting experiment in how differently these primitives behave towards white people.)

Which Reminds Me

That was quite rude of you to come and scream something about voodoo needles and how you are going to torture me in that cruel Caribbean way of yours. All the more the reason for us to dump you in that garbage basket in which we dumped that ridiculous Ann " Campbell's soup can." We are all better off with vicious Ann exiled somewhere up above the Arctic Circle.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, one would think, theoretically, that we should at least befriend the persons on our left and right hands in the high school classroom. However, when it becomes obvious that some conspiracy is afoot to exclude me from society so that they can sit back and laugh at me floundering about trying to fill in the blanks, a very intentional and deliberate plot on their part, I can only pray that I be excused from this onerous and undignified social duty which involves futile attempts to bestow unearned praises upon them. Thank you. Amen.

Monday, June 19, 2017

Which Reminds Me

My parents have many photos of Yucatan, including the ruins of the ancient Mayan civilization. There is a ball court there where the ancient Mayans played ball. It is hard for us to imagine in these modern times how they managed to throw the ball through that small hole and/or loop protruding from the wall on the left side. Yes, but then golf also seems complicated to me. I suppose that with proper training at an early age you might be able to learn how to do that, but I am much too old for that now, not to mention that the ball court is in ruins now. There could be aspects of he Mayan game that we would prefer to forget. Is the loser then killed as a human sacrifice? That wouldn't be appropriate.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Which Reminds Me

We see that the Kolbrin book says that persons who fail to get married are not held in high esteem. Yes, well, even so, I don't care that much about my esteem quotient. There are some things that I would not want to do for neither love nor money. So that doesn't mean very much.

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We are constantly amazed at your intimate familiarity with the tawdry affairs of Miss Murphy. She was my fourth grade teacher but at that time she was single and boarded with a family of local primitives. I can't quite remember who they were. I only saw them once when Miss Murphy held a sleepover for the girls of our class. She sent us home afterward with a black kitten which had gotten stranded outside her window somehow in the early morning. We named the cat "Spooky" because it was black. Several years later she returned with her husband, that creepy weird millionaire from
Colorado whom she had stolen from his wife. It is nice of the locals to allow them to live there in exile so that we don't have to listen to their tragic soap opera on a regular basis.