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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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. 

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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? 

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.