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There are certain things of a personal nature that I would never discuss with you. This applies to all of you, including all of my employers and that includes Bruce Patterson, who was our publisher at one time in the past but that was a long time ago. Yes, what a coincidence of surnames, and yet now that I notice this, even so there was no reason for me to discuss anything of that nature with anyone at work. You may or may not ever hear about that but probably not from me because that would not be appropriate to say even if I were aware of that. You probably thought that I was somehow acquainted with Cheri, but actually not. I actually do not wish to be represented in any way by that evil nasty witch. It will be difficult for you to maintain that farce now that you and Max have been disqualified from further participation. Needless to say.

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Yes, I too probably should feel more pity on those arrogant nasty hateful wicked rich people living in the dirty swamps of Louisiana, but I really have no reason to go there. Nobody owns me except maybe my parents, so what makes the Village Idiots think they are going to order me to go live in some backwater bayou, in a way that would make any sense to me? I really could not care less about socializing with those nasty rich girls who never had time for me in high school. Just another example of Tom's F-disqualified vocabulary.

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Why is this illiterate boor, who cannot seem to read the Treaty of Westphalia upon which his own marriage license is previously imprinted, still loitering about? Who are we to interfere with the ambitious political machinations of Europe? Does this dreary cad imagine that he is going to repeat the success of Jerome in luring the unfortunate Elizabeth Patterson to shipwreck herself on the shores of Europe, thus to reenact a ridiculous drama of America spurned by European royalty, the "Good Party"? Ha ha ha! You will not get that far with me. Yet how well you remind us how it happened that all of Europe eventually rose united to throw Napoleon out on his ear. Needless to say.

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It is not illegal in Texas to own the mineral rights for oil and natural gas on properties even though the surface of the land is owned by various others persons. This is often done in Texas where oil speculations are rampant. My mother owns three such rights deals in Texas, none of which I fully understand the details or history of, so it is hard for me to understand which deal you are talking about. There is the one involving a jumble of lawsuits and legal issues. And then there is the one in which the surface land is owned by some Arab or Moslem persons unknown to me. And then there is the family deal. So, yeah, that might or might not mean anything to me.

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Yes, you were pointing out that Becky "Sharp" if not sharply tacked on by marriage to her Mr. W. Right, might otherwise be living in some sort of choral purgatory with her Bonnie bosom buddy. Hmmmm, whatever that meant, what a way to occupy and torture my brain by making useless points about those dull and uninteresting bores who have done nothing to deserve that level of attention and upon whom my fate does not hinge in the slightest. No one expects to get something out of Mickey Mouse cartoons. They are only a fleeting amusement that soon withers and fades and loses its charm if inspected too closely. Sometimes these cartoons have other cultural meanings that only become apparent upon maturity, assuming you ever get that far, but with your attitude problem, probably not. Besides, we are barely acquainted now that their weird attitude problem has made it impossible to communicate with them.

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Hmmm..... And if you somehow omitted or neglected to sign the Devil's contract, does that make you the witch in question? Ha ha ha! So ridiculous.

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It would seem to me rather useless to trade information with that old Herringbone thing, especially now that they are all destined to be burned at the stake lest they repent. My instinct for self-preservation restrains me from jumping into that bonfire. Needless to say.

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Yes, well, excuse me for asking a silly irrelevant question about grants, there was a sign or poster on the wall, I asked if I could apply for that and there was no answer, so I assumed immediately that the answer was no and I was immediately embarrassed for having said anything because don't I know that I should be content with whatever I get from them, which is nothing, and that I ought to be more grateful that I am not so dirt poor as to qualify for any type of financial aid. Yes, of course. Obviously. And yet all these years later I notice that you are still chewing on that old Herringbone thing, always the same old stories that are the only thing they can remember. Needless to say.

Apparently that puts me on a bad list forever after. Yes, I noticed that you were continuing to whine about the first student loan as if I had never paid that off years ago. Blah blah blah. Yak yak yak. 

Nothing good can ever happen to me now that the mail is forever diverted through OK, a state of no interest to me, a state where nobody cares if I live or die, and those same financial aid office staffers who really miss being able to yank me around on a chain  are still running the show. Even if I never speak to them again, recognizing that of course they are not my personal "friends," and that they were only doing their jobs, and that I must limit my interaction to submitting the proper forms and nothing more, and never ask any questions, of course, needless to say, still I can never get to the end of that. 

Thus, I agree that it might be preferable that I not exist. 

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Yes, of course, this creates a problem, this non-existence of mine. How can I not exist, not leave any  thumbprint in the dust of high school, not hang on the gallows along with you, and yet also have my high school diploma stored away somewhere? I must somehow exist and yet not exist in your eyes. To be invisible and yet to not be invisible. This is a conundrum of existence. Needless to say

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Yes, I noticed your obsession with party politics. Your ying-yang schemata of not agreeing with whatever means that I not invited to your parties. Even so, perhaps that is a good thing. Consider it a test. If I do not exist, apart from and separate from me, are you capable of formulating an intelligent opinion, one that is not a simply ying-yang composed of not whatever I said?

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Yes, I vaguely remember that in college Heather was a huge fan of B.J. Thomas, an interest not shared by me, which shows how if these big money record companies want to put B.J. Thomas recordings in the stores, that some people will buy that even if I personally am not such a huge fan.

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Yes, I have noticed the similarities of the flags of Mexico and Italy — green, white and red. Except that Mexico's flag has that picture in the middle of it with the eagle catching the snake, which comes from the ancient story of the settling of Mexico City, long before the Europeans arrived. Either way, that is not my country's flag. Where is the red white and blue?

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And what further dialogue is required or even possible with your clueless stoned Dutch Heather? What planet did she come from anyway, living out there in her own La-la Land. Huh?

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Yes, I vaguely remember that not long before leaving El Salvador, Al Snell, a friend of my family who was living there for business reasons, told us about his friend who was opening a restaurant selling panes con chumpe, to try it out, and so we did go there and of course they were delicious. How can one not like panes con chumpe? Al had many business connections there of which we know absolutely nothing. Needless to say.

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Yes, that was nice of David Stewart to pay for all of our sodas the time we went somewhere with Susie in San Salvador, on Boulevard Escalon, because I was really not quite prepared for that. Even so, that does not give "David" any special monopoly later on my life. How much do I owe you, a dollar or two?

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Yes, more than once during college the practice of "going Dutch" was mentioned, which there meant that you should be prepared to pay your own bill when going to a restaurant with a  large or small group of people, because nobody is going to pay for that. Nobody cares that much about you except maybe your parents. I see no reason to belabor such a point with this level of harassment. Needless to say.

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Yes, it is quite true that I am not a huge fan of country music. There are a few good country songs, the exceptions to a field of bland sameness and hackneyed and overused musical cliches, but overall there is currently a dearth of good stuff coming out of the country music world, which is not to say that there could not be some room for improvement there in the future, but overall I really do not much care and feel completely indifferent to the fact that country music has no place for me. I feel like country music offers too many fleabag problematics to warrant further attention at this time. If country music is currently not producing what I need or want, how is that my fault? Your faulty logic is unfortunate.

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I vaguely remember explaining to Susie, that about the maid Maria, and I have never heard the end of that. Over and over again the same thing about the maid Maria reverberates throughout the land, year after year, another loopy loop. Which makes me wonder who did Susie pass that along to? All the more reason to never tell Susie anything that you don't care whether the whole world hears of. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that upon reading the diaries of great-grandmother, we notice that she sometimes refers to my Dad's Uncle Ariel, who sometimes is said to be going to San Clemente for whatever reason. Not much detail is given about that, just that he was often known to stop off at San Clemente.

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Maria was the name of one of our maids for about a year and a half. She was a pretty good cook but was not as interested in the rest of her job, to echo something that my mother said. After she got a better paying job in another part of town so we had to find someone else.

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Yes, I vaguely noticed that Rose was trying to create some weird personal drama about herself in which I am cast as the antagonistic villain to feed her heroine persona. Except that I do not know anything about that so what is there to say or do about nothing much? I do not consider her an acquaintance, really.

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Yes, it is better that I withdraw from participation so that the sickness of Carol's empty head can be more clearly discerned and analyzed. Needless to say.

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So weird how you say that as if I were guilty of something, as if I ever heard of these books before now, as if I were somehow responsible for the contents of Carol's head.

Which reminds me that it was Kathy's idea to edit Carol's last column, even after we had been warned not to touch that, and now looking at that I do not see the text that we edited. I see some rambling rant about how Carol does not like the voice of some unnamed person, which gives me the impression that they went in later and rearranged that once again, although I really don't remember now. Oh, was I supposed to be surprised to see that Carol is once again angrily spluttering and clobbering people in her column. And if we try to tone that down they would only get ourselves in trouble, unnecessarily deflecting attention from Carol's serious attitude problem. Better for us to stand back so that Carol's attitude problem may be more correctly attributed to herself without any help from me.

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Is there any polite way to tell these little brown Gonzo dikes that I never want to touch them or be touched by them, much less hold hands with them? They are really not so fascinating to me as they seem to imagine from some book written by Lottie Moon or other single woman missionary, what was her name, I saw the book a few years back, always like they are really demonic spirits, not really human. But that would be such a mean thing for me to say and would get me nowhere to even think, no credit for saying it and no credit for not saying it. So what to say. Hmmm...

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Lied about what? Who can say what some other mentally retarded witch might do with that information? I simply cannot imagine.

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Yes, I do remember that Beth herself told us about her Guatemalan boyfriend and that he was expected to arrive soon in El Salvador to be her escort at a party, the equivalent of a prom, whatever that was. So that is pretty much the sum total of everything that I heard or know about that. Only because you asked. Because otherwise I would have no reason to comment about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that the editor of our high school newspaper, the "Trojan Times," Beth, was dating some guy from Guatemala whose name I cannot remember. He had performed at our high school during drama week, a monologue, and his acting was quite impressive, although it did involve smoking, which, ick. More than that I do not know, so basically I know nothing more about that.

Incidentally, Beth liked the way that I had edited her editorial column. She said that she thought that I had actually improved it somewhat, although I do not remember any specifics of that now.

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Yes, I am not aware of anything of a legal nature that I would need to discuss with Jan. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember reading that novel by Taylor Caldwell, "Dear and Glorious Physician," which might have been one of the books that I borrowed from Mrs. Sanchez, which is a fictionalization of the story of Luke, the gospel writer, in which the novelist adds some historical background information, but also adds numerous fictional plot twists and turns, all of that clouded with a tone of modernist theological autopsy, which probably has not much to do with the gospel or even history, but everybody knows that is what fiction writers do, so who are we to argue with these rich and famous novelists? They make a lot of money doing that.

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Yes, I will not be silenced or intimidated by tasteless blobs who may have the bad taste to deck themselves out in garish red. Did you spell your name Guin? I cannot find you in my yearbook that way. Perhaps you never existed, but I disdain to formulate speculative theories on such irrelevant points of no interest to me.

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Yes, we all heard the story of how Ann Niles went to Las Vegas and put money in a slot machine, and instead of the lesson that she wanted to demonstrate about how gambling does not pay, a pile of money poured forth. Of course, that would never happen for me. Even if I did put a couple of dimes in a slot machine, with my terrible luck, the odds are that I would get nothing for it. So, yes, gambling does not pay, at least not for me. So maybe that explains why I never contributed to the office pool, those guys who bet on games. I never did that. Needless to say.

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Ok, so maybe it would not be my place to say what we are going to do with these persnickety wannabe Methodist prosecutors. Even so, you were asking for some verbiage for the script, so there is some fodder for that, even if we already know that you have a malicious way of twisting that around to mean whatever you want so it is useless for me to say anything about that. Even so, you really ought to be prosecuted yourself for impersonating FBI agents. Needless to say.

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Yes, we heard about the way that the Methodist prosecuted their own missionaries many decades, maybe even centuries ago, at least eventually, for not spending money as these persnickety Methodists would deem appropriate. We saw a book about that. So with just a little money from the donors back in the States you can buy a huge estate and hire an army of servants, assuming the responsibility to feed and house them all, as if that were the point of Christianity, or rather Methodism. Actually NOT. And if you persist in this persnickety anti-missionary snit, we might even try to sell you out of our way, dumped in the same bucket as the persnickety Methodists perhaps, because, really, what is wrong with you people anyway? Don't you know anything? So gullible as to believe whatever "they" say?

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There were some high school people who left after ninth grade and I never heard what else happened to them later, such as, for example, Heather, and also Lance. One assumes that these people grew up and got married and had their lives somewhere in the United States, although the odds were slim that I would ever hear anything more about them after ninth grade. I really have no idea of anything to say about them as I was never invited to participate in the relay races held for the embassy people, and also I really don't care that much that I should be bothered to research these useless people who likewise don't care about me anyway.

The only relay games I know about were at school, and I was on the Blue team, but the Red team won, and even so, so what? Everybody already knows that. Duh!

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Strange that you would think me in some way responsible for the marital status of the Bueno maids. Not that I care very much, given that they can take care of themselves without any help from me, but even so that is entirely out of my control.

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Yes, I vaguely remember in El Salvador once Hilda Flamenco was in our house shortly before Christmas, and she was absolutely shocked that we had a Christmas tree with lights and decorations and she even complained about that on the grapevine. I always loved the Flamenco sisters music when they sing in church but, really, what other planet do they come from that they would have a problem with Christmas? How can we have them singing in our church when they don't even believe in Christmas?

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Yes, it is quite true that I do not have any specific information that might satisfy your lurid curiosity. Actually, I had thought myself fortunate NOT to know anything more about these things, and there you are pretending that I would even want that sort of money, and urging the opposite of what common sense would dictate, as if I had ever had any awareness of that, as if I would even know what you are talking about.

You are sickly forcing me to waste all of my time feeding your sick machine, as if I did not have something better to do, such as go and get a job so as to take care of myself. Needless to say.

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Yes, it is interesting to see how some people are so eager to spend my political capital without consulting me in any way, as if they knew something that I did not. Hmmm.....  As if....

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Yes, I vaguely remember years ago when Stacy was loudly promoting Joyce and urging me to borrow tapes of Joyce from her, of which she has a huge collection. She even brought a set of Joyce tapes for me to take home and listen to, which I did, and it was her basic testimony, Ok, so that's nice, and I gave the tapes back to her and did not borrow more of that, although I did buy a couple of her books and read the first chapter of one of them and did not care to read more of that pedantically repetitive stuff. It is difficult for me to understand why I feel this utter indifference to Joyce and whatever she does. I get the idea that she really ministers to these primitive peasant girls whose lives are utterly empty and devoid of thought processes. Even so, that does nothing for me.

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I was not aware of anyone trying to hold Whey Neen or anybody else from high school. They are dragging me down already so how can I do that even if I wanted to, which I actually had not thought of doing or would even want to.

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Yes, whatever did happen to the mysterious Dr. Yu? He was such an important a figure in the ministries at Foochow, China, working with the ministries of the ABCFM, and then suddenly the ABCFM left China when they went Communist. In fact, the ABCFM denomination no longer exists, having been merged into the United Church of Christ in the 1950s, which is somewhat of a departure from the original mission of the ABCFM. Ok, fine, but what about all those people who were relying on the denominational existence of the ABCFM? What are they supposed to do now? Who is going to remember and recognize them now that the ABCFM has gone off in some other direction not foreseen at the beginning of things? Yes, these puzzling dilemmas are not lacking in the history of the world. Perhaps the government would want to encourage other denominations to help if they can, but then again the UCC would probably not like to be interfered with, so there really is nothing that we can say about that. I would think that it would be up to the individuals to make their own memberships and attendance and tithing. I really have no clue what else to say about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that one Christmas our parents had recently put some packages under the tree, and finding these, and picking them up we noticed that there was a loud ticking sound emanating from them. Our guess was clocks. The ticking soon went away but on Christmas Day we were able to wind up our new alarm clocks. Nobody ever said anything about bombs.

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Yes, whatever happened to our Chinese classmates, Hway Neen Lyou and Memo R.U. Condominium? Yes, we never really talked then so it is too difficult later to go back and figure out all of these details absent more information about that in a public setting of this nature.

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Maybe it was the summer of 1970 when, I remember that while my cousins were doing other things, I spent some time reading through my grandmother's collection of Reader's Digest magazines, which was fairly complete starting from about 1929. Interesting how the 1930s had a different tone and then the 1940s were mostly about the war and then onward to the 1950s and 1960s. Of course nowadays it is a slick formula packaged to perfection seemingly almost without the aid of human hands. But a hundred years ago there were other preoccupations, some of which are perennial and others which will never return.

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Yes, I noticed that Heather was trying to shove me into some imaginary role of being her opponent or grouchy character of some sort in her imaginary drama, when actually I really don't care what those people do. God forbid that I should attempt to argue with some immensely wealthy person who has millions of dollars at her disposal with which to make my life utterly miserable. No, that would just be too ridiculous. Of course I couldn't care less. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing Jill and Linda talking about how some people had gone to, or they were considering going to, an Anglican church there in California. I never did that, only heard them talking about that. Whether they eventually went Anglican I really have no idea because I never really checked back with them to see what happened. I do remember that people were making some points about Anglicanism being considered somewhat treasonous and anti-American due to it being directly supervised by England, whereas Episcopalianism somehow avoids that problem even though it is also considered an offshoot of the Church of England as also Methodism or Wesleyanism, which offers immunity from Catholic meddling, although I do not understand what is to fear in that regard when the AG is just another Protestant denomination, although with a certain Evangelical Pentecostal distinctive, and yet not Roman Catholic. Someone upstairs has gotten their wires crossed, obviously, notwithstanding the quadrangular punning.

Which reminds me that the high school classmates who attended the Union Church were somehow confused on this point, imagining that to be the only Protestant church on the planet and that all U.S. citizens were somehow required by law to attend only the Union Church, doubtless an unwritten law that no one ever heard of, where did they get that idea? Don't you know that my parents were AG missionaries there and that we of course attended only AG churches? Wouldn't that look sort of weird for us to attend the "Union" church there when our job is to be serving the AG churches in various ways? Why all of this ridiculous hullaballoo from clueless Tom and Tinkers? I am very annoyed with their attitudes. Needless to say. Why is it that my clarifications never get anywhere?

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Yes, sometimes we forget that the United States is really not a Christian nation in the sense of formalized government institutions for the most part, as compared to the United Kingdom, where the King or Queen is the head of the Church of England, so they have a more institutionalized government form of Christianity, and can more rightly in that sense regard themselves a Christian nation, someone was saying, whereas in the United States it is up to us as individuals and churches to make our voices heard in an individual sense, even if the government may or may not decide to be helpful depending upon the circumstances. Someone was talking about that, and yes, I suppose that is true in a way. They started sending missionaries before we did and the treaties that facilitated that in some cases were originally negotiated by them, someone was saying. Yes, I suppose that may be so. England certainly has much to grateful for even if the individuals there often fail to appreciate their own heritage and if only Americans could inspire them in that way, but then again, as in every generation, it has to be their own idea and voluntary will to live out their Christianity in a way that works for them.

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And all of this nonsense because it was Debbie's idea to make up lies to throw pestering little sisters off track. I could have told you that myself, and how I was the one that little sisters came to later for clarification because I wasn't so hard-nosed about that. But no, you just wanted to kill me first and then ask questions. So whatever. Why do I still have this photo of Debbie somewhere? We never talk.

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I have two parents, four grandparents, eight great-grandparents and sixteen great-great-grandparents.

Interestingly, one of my great-grandparents sets was Mr. Barth, a butcher of mostly German or Swiss descent, who married Miss Levines, who was the daughter of Caroline Smith and Mr. Archibald Levins or Levines, a Canadian in New York. He died in 1895. Levins is a name that I do not know very much about. Is it a French translation of "the vines" or is it some other ethnic derivation? Yes, I imagine that someone will perhaps want to make jokes about bottlers and bakers and candlestick makers. I am getting that there is more to that story than what I originally heard, but I was not there very often so I probably did not hear everything about that. How can I be expected to "do" something about that when I am not sure what else happened. Caroline was his second wife, whom he married after the death of his first wife, nee Little, mother of Esther Levens. After Caroline died, he married Margaret Mitchell. Even so, I have no idea who those people are. They never tell me anything.

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And if the Lord should have need of a Maltese donkey, what is that to you, Italian whiners? Would that be a problem for the Italian whiners if the Maltese donkey should have job to do?

But of course that has nothing at all to do with me. I have no interest or place in the internal life of Sicily v. Malta. I am neither Maltese nor Italian, nor do I have any thought of the British Traffords who maintain a house there, not exactly the castle in England where Tudors were hosted but probably a nice place to go on vacation if you are a Trafford. However, unlike the Traffords, our Strickland ancestors are very far removed from any thought of Malta or Italy, fortunately for us, having come to America in the 1600s or 1700s. Italy is the farthest thing from our minds, most of the time. Our lives are in America now.

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Yes, it makes me sad to see people entangling themselves in so much damaging nonsense without pausing to reflect that maybe you should be learning to think for yourself, with Jesus' help of course, and not relying on pompous arrogant nasty tinkers and honkinidiots to send you on a fool's errand.

I am clearly overextended in this pursuit of clearing the air in that regards, and cannot say that I deserve anything.

And yet I do pray that God would somehow engineer my financial rescue independently of Terry and the Honkinidiot gang, who cannot be trusted to be impartial or objective in these matters and obviously care only about their own selfish interests. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing the angry Tinker dog lamenting the persistence of yellow fever and how they had thought to eradicate it. Even so, I do not share your interest in the health care professions. To me, a color is not a synonym for a disease. The color yellow can sometimes be very pretty when used to portray the sun shining in the blue sky upon the green earth, or it could be very ugly depending on how your sick and twisted mind would think of using that. We do not take our instructions from you, needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was trying to make some points about Steve McQueen, a Hollywood actor whose career began as a stuntman. Yes, I am not unaware of the Hollywood mythology and the famous people whose real lives as told in magazines are often sadly not quite so happy as what is portrayed on movie screens. Even so, I do not see where the story of Steve McQueen connects to the known world.

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Yes, I do remember that Cori, when she was my roommate in college, was a huge fan of Monty Python, and I even agreed watching some horrible Monty Python thing with her, a poison that broils the brain, and later, after these confusing events, I told her that I will no longer be doing anything with Cori and her friends who are always going to see horrible movies and hanging out more and more in their off campus apartments where they can store drinks without getting caught. She hates it if I disagree with anything she says, so she will just have to get used to me disagreeing with her about everything because I am dumping Cori and the Nipper dogs in the garbage where they belong, or else they will nip your butt later, so better to dump them now.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that we traded insulting ditties of a childish nature, and you were very depressed after that, not by the insults, because the ditty contest was your idea in the first place, but because mine were so much better written than yours. And then you turn around and pretend that it was a serious thing and not a joke. Which is why nobody wants to play with you anymore, because of your little glitches where suddenly the games is a completely different thing and if I had known that in the first place I would never have agreed to play with you in the first place. Needless to say.

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Yes, I suppose that small countries such as El Salvador have their ways of intimidating or putting in their places those domineering Mexicans and Italians who come there thinking that they are going to be running the show. But if that was the case with Tinker and others of Mexican origins I would only be guessing if I ever said anything about that, which is a very good reason to never say anything about that, although we learned by research that Tinker is descended from a Mexican general, whatever that meant.

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We often hear about these amazing geniuses who struggled in early life with various learning disorders and having been labeled as Dummies Class dumb-dumbs who eventually overcame that and soared to the heights of genius and success. So if that is the way it is, why does the nasty Tinker dog think that she is entitled to some "special" early entitlement advantage while the rest of us have to struggle along bearing our lifelong roadblocks as best we can with no relief whatsoever and no way to overcome anything?

If only I could overcome the roadblocks to High Royalty, one of my most important duties would be to appoint the brilliant minds who would oversee the making of policies, who would NOT be you.

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Yes, I do not think that I ever had any class with the Tinker nuisance. She was put into the Dummies category and the more she complains online about that, the more convinced we become that they probably did have some good reason for doing that to her.

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Yes, it is sort of weird how the Tinkers seem to imagine that I am somehow connected to them. Actually, they did attend our high school and how do I know that they lived a few blocks over from where we lived? Could it be that we rode on the same school bus and they got off the bus a stop or two before we did, even though we never talked on the bus? Somehow this vague memory surfaces of Tinker getting off the bus even though we never talked on the bus and never sat together. I think that I prefer to sit alone where I can get some homework done if possible. I no longer have any curiosity or desire to connect to these bus people when I do not know exactly which house is theirs or how rude they might be if I were to knock on the front door. I will not be available to "cover" for Tinkers, needless to say.

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Yes, we noticed that you are very strangely eager to flunk me in any way possible. Ok, fine! Then I imagine that you will not have any problem finding some way of doing that, easy as pie. Which I imagine perhaps relieves me of the heavy responsibility of wearing some huge chunk of hardware on my head, and then having to mud wrestle those lower-than-dirt Black Irish intransigents and incorrigibles into abject submission, a thankless task entirely devoid of salary and benefits. Ha ha ha! Always so funny.

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Yes, that was so nice of Cousin Lester of Louisiana to compile the family history book of the McClellan clan. It even has my photo in it. Even so, that said, you don't look anything like Cousin Lester. You perhaps more closely resemble a swamp creature that crawled out of the Black Douglas Book of Witchcraft. But I really wouldn't know anything about that.

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No, these words are not appropriate or effective for dumping worthless Barry in the garbage can where he belongs, needless tosay. We will not need Barry for anything so we will need to think of another way of clearing the deck. I feel guilty about not being grateful for all of these introductions to all of these other Barrys, and yet they do nothing but clutter my life with nonsense that is not helpful to me. It is probably safe to guess that my parents voted for Barry Goldwater, given the bumper stickers that I remember seeing maybe on the family car. Even so, he died twenty years ago so there is really nothing more that can be said about that. You are not Barry. Yes, 1964 was probably not such a great year for the Grand Ole Party, was it? But the next time, who can say what might happen the next time around.

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Of course there is also the ancient feud between the McClellan and Douglas clans. But what would some clueless Buckmillers know about that? They never really explained that in a way that would make any cents.

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Yes, I think that I actually do remember reading something about how the body and head of Sir Thomas More are buried at separate locations. Perhaps that could mean that a reuniting of the body with the head of More at a single location for reinterment would do nothing to resurrect the original spirit of what he was thinking about at the time. But of course I would only be guessing if I said anything about that. If ain't broke, don't fix it, as the saying goes. But even it is broke, can it be fixed? The facts of history are what they are. I think that there is some virtue in my knowing my place and when to take my bows and leave the stage because I really have nothing further to contribute to this matter that would be helpful in any way. In the meantime, all of this commotion interferes with my Social Security parachute at the most critical time when I need that more than I need to listen to you screaming in my face about nothing much.

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Think on, oh McClellan clan of my grandfather, of the coat of arms which is one of those featuring a disembodied head on a spike. Nowadays we do not wish to think too deeply of these gory things, but 500 years ago it was the head of a criminal executed and tossed at the feet of King James, who by virtue of this feat of law enforcement thus raised the McClellan ancestor to knighthood as Lord Kirkcudbright (a title that went extinct in the 19th century), although several conflicting versions of the story have been circulated, whether the man executed was a black man or a gipsy, a criminal or a hapless traveler.

Someone was bringing to my attention something about Tinker, a high school classmate and/or art teacher, how she thinks that her ancestor was that spiked head, and how she wants to carry out her vendetta against the McClellan clan, whom she believes had cruelly maltreated her family 500 years ago.

This is alarming news to hear, that such a vendetta of 500 years ago would find a hearing in this modern world where no one can remember anything about that, although I cannot speak for the clan people of Scotland.

Tinker wants to return serve the spiked head, using me as her punching bag. Obviously I am not going to cooperate with that scheme. Needless to say.

Yes, why is Sam Houston always having a snit? Was that a matter of Tennessee schooldays and pre-Civil War ramblings, or does that have deeper roots in the annals of Scotland? To even try to answer these questions would strain my resources beyond measure. Needless to say.

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If you had a specific job offer for me with attached salary and benefits, that would be something to at least consider. But just to go there to be harassed on a continual basis for no particular reason, just because you hat me, that would something not to consider.

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NO DEAL. I am not making any deals with Blondie or New York and that is final. You already have your job so keep your greedy fingers off of my paperwork.

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During ninth grade I was never invited to participate in those song sessions that were held during lunch over there, where certain people would gather around Lance playing his guitar, also his Japanese friend, and they would sit around singing rock songs. Thus I really cannot comment intelligently on the contents of Lance's head, because I wasn't there. Whether or not he is from California is yet to be determined, and even so, millions of people from California are actually might not be such fruits nuts and flakes as Tom seems to imagine, although California probably does have more than its share of that. Needless to say.

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And all of this ridiculous to-do because of something that Lance said, an aside, in the middle of his oral report on Greek mythology in Miss Marken's ninth grade class. We cannot have Lance raining on our Christmas party, but how to explain that would be problematic, however cute he might have seemed in the 9th grade, at least before he opened his mouth. Incidentally, Miss Marken assisted the girls' choir with our German pronunciation for singing "Stille Nacht" (Silent Night). Because the Bible does not fill in all of the blanks of mystery. There are some mysteries that we cannot in our human understanding hope to resolve in our lifetimes this side of heaven. Only God knows the truth.

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Oh, did I NOT vote for Carmen? So true, I did not vote for Carmen to be our class president although how would you know that? And who did I vote for? I don't even remember voting at all that year, so how could I have voted for anyone if I did not even get the memo as to time and place? Either way, I really don't remember. My mind just goes blank. I really don't care what they do. I will just be gone because it is hard for me to breathe the poisonous air emitted by those hissy snakes.

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Yes, I noticed that you were trying to stuff me into the box of the single woman and what about her?

More recently, I see the name of Anna Eber listed on the documents, and who was she? Beyond her role as secretary, I see that she was maybe a waitress at a coffee shop for many years, and also was born in Ohio, near the birthplace of my great-grandfather, president of the company.

So there in a nutshell is everything that can be known about Anna Eber, at least by me without asking any other questions. Even so, all of those people are now deceased so there is really nothing new that I can add to that. The facts of history just are what they are, whether good or bad.

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I really should not be required to express in my words my low opinion of Cheri. It just wouldn't be right for me to say anything about the Devil's secretary.

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We can all be relieved that the Craigs no longer live around here, I hope. We don't want them here.

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Oh, did you think that I was somehow connected to those trashy vulgar skunks, the Craig family? No no no.

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Yes, where is the local AG church where white people may feel comfortable? We have tried so hard to be nice, but we are getting very tired of always having a gun pointed at our heads.

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Yes, whatever happened to that little stuffed duck that Pam gave me? I dropped it off at a charity thrift shop so that maybe they can get some cents from it, because anyway that did not mean very much to me. What would Pam know about my oral report in 10th grade biology class on the topic of ducks, to be specific a certain unusual type of Canadian duck? It just wouldn't make any sense to repeat that anywhere else.

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I did resent the way that Pam Hartless was trying to dump me in a bucket with horrible Jan and June. I do not wish to be confused with that, needless to say. Obviously as Pam was not in the room at the time she has to fish around trying to figure out who said what. Well, good luck with that. Even so, I really don't necessarily want Pam negotiating my personal relationships. Even when I did not agree with something that Jan or June said, that does not mean that I feel myself compelled to have them arrested based only on hearsay, without any sufficient evidence to present to the proper authorities, which would not be Pam, and also whatever happened to giving people the grace or space to figure out for themselves where they went wrong, as we Christians are so often scolded about. Why do I have to feel guilty about whatever they said or did, only because I was following the dictates of Thumper Rabbit, so highly tooted as good advice for all ages? What about the other ten or so people in the room at the time? Why aren't they being harassed in this way? Why am I singled out for this nonsense? Something is wrong with this picture, so go away and stop harassing me.

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Sometimes I say NO and sometimes I just say nothing because, have you not heard the old song by Thumper Rabbit from the "Bambi" record? "If you can't say something nice, Shhh!, say nothing!" You already have my old childhood records stored away somewhere, obviously.

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Yes, what is this mysterious game that I supposedly lost? I lost some games of Authors and also won some so we were about even, as far as I can remember anything about that. And yet I have forgotten many things. My mind just goes blank and then names disappear from the record. Whatever. I have been somewhat late learning that every game with you has a scorpion's tail backlash so I no longer care to play games with you. The games are off now. Obviously.

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Yes, I vaguely remember meeting the Stone family of Uruguayans during my freshman year of college at Evangel, but I have never seen them again since that time and cannot understand all this commotion about them when actually it wasn't that important. We heard that Kent got married and then we heard that Kent got divorced and whatever. They were mere acquaintances and there is really nothing further that I would need to discuss with them of a personal nature.

Although I lack the Ph.D. in Spanish language that Kent has, I will not need that for anything. I will have no problem getting around for all practical purposes without his annoying ex-wife and sister screaming in the background, thank you very much.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that the house that we saw near the top of the Boqueron volcano, pointed out as someone's vacation home from the time that there was a lake there, was made of wood, although of course most proper houses there are NOT built of wood, of an unusual style, possibly because of its extreme age, harking back to an ancient time when houses were built of wood, although I suppose fine for a summer cabin, although there is no lake there now and when you walk around the rim of the crater you see that many of the farmers were seriously cultivating on the steep sides of the crater, and around the outside of the rim, flowers of many varieties, very colorful, possibly to supply the florists of the world, although I would only be guessing. I didn't do any serious research there.

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Ok, so we see that you are more interested in playing party games with the dreary bores of West Virginia, all of whom are owned by the Rocky Democrats, rather than actually having a sensible point or question to speak of. Thus, there is no reason for me to return serve that, just because you cannot get a clue to go away and stop harassing me. When the time comes to sell or whatever I have to do to be rid of them, don't be standing there waiting for nothing which is to say something that you are not due. Give to Caesar what is Caesar's and then go get a life.

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I have often heard about the many volcanoes in the lands surrounding the Pacific Ocean, which is why that is called the Pacific Ring of Fire or something similar. Even so, I do not see what that has to do with Johnny Cash, besides which I live on the Atlantic coast now so volcanoes are not really the issue here to speak of.

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Yes, and you were also saying something about that Disney movie, "The Sorcerer's Apprentice," in which the magical broomsticks keep coming with their buckets of water to flood the basement with water, while Mickey fumbles around in the Magic Book trying to find the spell required to be cast in order to stop that. Yes, similarly, how do I turn off the "Cash" machine, of which I could not care less and do not know one thing about and hopefully find my paycheck at the end of the rainbow? I only vaguely remember that my relatives' idea of fine dining is the Chuck Wagon restaurant, which I also don't mind in terms of good food.

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What is all this chatter about Cash and country? I was never a fan of Johnny Cash although I cannot speak for some distant relatives. To each his own.

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During my years in El Salvador, I twice hiked the Boquerón volcano which overlooks the capital city, the first time with a group of people with Campus Crusade. At the top of the crater, during some time we were walking around and some persons were talking about how the crater back in the 1800s was a lake because it was full of water and some wealthy families had vacation homes there, where the weather is very nice with very cool temperatures compared to the valley below. As we were walking around, someone pointed out one of such houses and was saying or implying that we cannot go inside to see the old photographs of the lake because we have no access, no key. Ok, fine. I had not asked for that anyway. That was an interesting afternoon walking around the grounds of the crater rim and, really, I have nothing to add to that. I think that it is a really nice place to enjoy an afternoon. I enjoyed the hiking and there are berries growing wild in that area which if picked and taken home make very good pies or cobblers.

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Yes, all of which makes me wonder what happened to that creepy little weasel Tom Wagner from high school. He once said hello to me at the swimming pool where we were taking swimming lessons on Boulevard Roosevelt and that is the sum total of interaction I ever had with Tom, so you can easily imagine that I am not I am probably not thinking about him and not expecting anything particularly good to come out of that corner of the classroom. It is very hard to converse with these persons whose vocabulary is limited to mostly words that start with F— or else nothing.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that after we had climbed to the top of the volcano, the Boqueron, some people decided to hike to the bottom of the crater, which meant maybe a half hour down and a couple of hours to climb back out, and my friend Carol challenged me to race her to the bottom, but I declined to participate in that, in case you did not hear that, because somehow I thought that might create more problems for me than it would be worth, so I just waited at the rim of the crater with the others who did not do that, waiting for the crater people to return from their race to the bottom.

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Speaking of Schotts, Rosanna Barth was the sister of my great-great-grandfather who married Henry Schotte in 1861 in Ohio and they had maybe seven children, all of whom are probably long since deceased by now. I am not acquainted with these Ohio people so there is no reason for me to comment on their lives. I don't know very much about them so I really cannot be expected to do something about that.

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In the diaries of great-grandmother, she a few times describes the visits of some military person whom Grandpa Calkins was driving around and helping people in some way. I really have no idea who that visiting military person was or what might be going through their mostly empty heads as if I could imagine who they were or why I should care about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember learning that my Dad has an uncle named Ben, whom I never met so I really cannot say much about that. Even more recently than that, I was looking on Facebook or somewhere and noticed that Shari Turnbull is now married to some guy coincidentally named Ben, of whom I know absolutely nothing and of whose existence I was not aware, as if I should have the slightest care or thought about those boring uppity-up pompous arrogant Panama snobs think or say about anything. So not!

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Yes, there are those who say that immigrants really ought to make the effort to learn the English language, in a perfect world, although probably some of them probably never really do, especially the first generation immigrants. Not something to get apoplectic about, not an issue that is discussed as much as in the past, half a century ago when that was a more hot topic discussed by the grandparents, now that many states have instituted rules for bilingual signage and forms, but, yes, probably it does show more of an intention to stay here if you make the effort to take ESL classes at the least.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that the Harris family lived next door to my grandparents many years ago. Even so, we were really not that close to them. I actually cannot remember anything about them and I cannot imagine there being anything that I would need to discuss with Harris, EVER.

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Yes, since when do we care about the idiotic Shot-in-Owe family?

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Charlie Chaplin's "Gold Rush" movie is something that I saw at the U.S. embassy in El Salvador because our friends gave us their tickets. Thank you very much.

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Ha ha ha! What would the clueless whiners of Panama know about anything? You ain't got nothin' going on in your empty head!

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Yes, I vaguely remember that yesterday, or maybe it was the day before yesterday, it suddenly occurred to me to ask the question of who was the U.S. ambassador to El Salvador when I was there during high school. The list can be found on Wikipedia, and there I see the name of James F. Campbell. Hmmm... Why have I never heard of this person until day before yesterday? I don't know why I never thought of that before. I don't really think about these matters very often, but one generally assumes that Mr. Campbell or similar diplomat will take care of these diplomatic matters without me having to think about that very much, such as, for example, the issuance of my Social Security number there at the U.S. embassy. Thank you very much. It was my mother's idea to go ahead and get that to put on college applications even before returning to home to the United States. Needless to say.

Coincidentally, later at a job in California it was noticed that the first three numbers of my SSN are the same as another co-worker who got his SSN in Mexico. I am not sure how that happened. Why do I have to explain the coding of Social Security to you? Why should I be forced to clutter my brain with the most trivial bits of information only because you are so unbelievably clueless in addition to maliciously NOT funny? Don't be expecting me to do your homework for you. Needless to say.

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Also, I am not an employee of yours that I should be called upon to resign anything.

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Your serve was clearly and obviously out of bounds, and thus you are not entitled to a return ball. Needless to say.

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Yes, I really could not care less about participating in the catfights of Joni and the dogs of Iowa. Do not involve me in their catty catfights, please. I sail far above the catty scum of Iowa.

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Yes, assuredly you could not seriously be expecting me to socialize with that Heather Cattywampus. What reasonable dialogue could I possibly have with that hateful vicious nasty horrible witch? Was I supposed to thank you for trying to make my worst nightmares come true by throwing me together with that? Well, admittedly, I never really talked to her, so part of my very strong dislike of Heather may be emanating from the third-party maneuverings of Joan and Kathy, and also the ridiculous effort to connect me to that, as if I should believe anything that those Italians witches said about anything, so therefore it is easier for me to just throw them away into a huge Italian ball of garbage, because anyway in the long run none of that matters. I will just be gone soon and I don't care.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing Luisa (Jeter Walker) saying that they are not taking me with them. Ok, fine. I never really needed that. Even so, that does not suffice to "put" me in Hungary. Needless to say. Why are all of these busybodies so concerned about putting me somewhere?

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I was talking about the problem of being approached by some guy who does not interest me and what would I say, and probably the most diplomatic way would be to tell him that I only think of him as a "Brother in the Lord." I was talking to some girls at a retreat when I was maybe 17 years old. Oh, did Silvia (MK-Costa Rica) hear that? The fact that some girls will pick up the guys that I rejected does not really say much for her good judgment in broadcasting a skewed version of that, at least not in my opinion.

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Yes, gone are the days when I thought that I had some type of secret deal going on with my best friend Debbie Lang, when I was maybe 12 years old. I have completely forgotten everything about that piece of ancient history, whatever that was about, so there is nothing to reason for you to try to "use" that now. It just won't work.

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Various times, at least more than once, at college when I ran across Tim and Terry they introduced me to some varied people as their "sister" in a very particular way, as if that meant something special. On the one hand, it never really bothered me, this Pentecostal custom of greeting one another as Brother and Sister. Everybody does that at church so it really does not mean anything other special thing among Pentecostal Christians. Do we not all sing at church every Sunday in El Salvador that song, "Give me your hand and you will be my brother"? Every Christian is my "Brother" in the Lord in that spiritual sense of the term, although I was not specifically talking to them when I originally said something about that. There being no reason for myself to be singled out for a special joke in regards to this matter, I therefore do humbly and modestly step aside, thus deferring and/or declining to fill the vacancy thus proferred online by the silly Cedarjunk jokers. Ha ha ha! Those jokers, always so funny. Yes, I suppose that those prickly pears are always looking for joke fodder.

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Yes, who was it who preferred to drink Tab, maybe my sister. I never liked Tab soda drink. I never buy that.

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Yes, where is my staff of 20 diplomats to do all of the necessary research and explain to me the idiotic rantings of Terry? Because I always mostly ignored that joker, because everybody knows that they are NOT serious. They always chatter a pack of nonsense that everybody just laughs away.

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Yes, I do believe that I remember that, in the alphabetical order of things, Martha's locker was adjacent to mine most of the time throughout high school. Even so, I don't recall much talking about diplomatic and/or immigration matters going on during the exchange of textbooks and/or lunchbox. It was her older sister who was probably more likely the amazingly brilliant diplomatical chessmaster who went on to the Sorbonne and rose to political power during the Flores administration, although I would imagine that she is probably retired by now and already had her political season involving the demarcation of the border with Honduras and maybe heard to be complaining about the severity of the U.S. sanctions following the soccer war and allowing the nasties of Honduras to run wild. Even so, I really have no reason or explanation for why you are expecting me to represent either country in the negotiation, given that I am a U.S. citizen by birth and that my parents voted for Nixon, and that we are thus expecting the U.S. President to appoint the appropriate diplomatic personnel who will represent my political interests there and take care of these matters without myself having to think about that very much. I am late learning about this diplomatic language.

Coincidentally, their older brother, now an immigration lawyer in Miami, is a friend of my Dad's from El Salvador. Even so, he really would not be my choice of legal representative, given his perpetual state of mental confusion in regards to the facts about me, on days that I do not feel like apologizing for happening to be a white person, which is pretty much all of the time.

It is easy for these rich people to be a big fish in a small pond such as that country, but probably one imagines that their Mata Hari connections of a vague and distant nature would limit their ability to get into Europe, much less the United States, although I really do not know anything about that. I would only be guessing so of course I never said anything about something that I might have heard about that.

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Yes, I remember that I was talking about the beautiful scenery and then they lied and said that it meant something else. Even so, interesting how some people have so much power and money that they can make it seem as if it were the other way around. Well, you lose some and win some, and then in sum, you were too petty and selfish to be dignified with further comment in response to that.

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Yes, don't we all have better things to do with our time here on earth than to get entangled in endlessly annoying and irritating arguments with horrible whiners?

Even so, I cannot say it would not be interesting to get a better look at that trunk, but whatever. It does not seem very realistic in the current atmosphere that any good thing could ever come out of the cesspool of San Francisco.

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Oh, did I say something? No, I do not think I remember myself saying anything about that. But if I were asked, I would agree that the whiney People of San Francisco may do whatever they want with their private property. Needless to say.

But does that really belong to you? Well, perhaps there are some other questions that cannot be approached from this angle. Needless to say.

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Cara was a co-worker who it so happens was writing a weekly column on soap operas. I really cannot comment as I never watch soap operas.

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All of which points to Sandra, of which there is nothing of interest to say. Boring boring boring. Get off my back, you boring blob of Sandra junk. Ick!

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Yes, I suppose that perhaps you are wanting to put a caricature of a ballerina on the cover of your slick glossy magazine. That would not be me. You will not find my name listed there because it is almost like I never existed. I really don't care that much about your flights of fancy in that vein.

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Yes, perhaps if you continue to pester and provoke me, eventually I will snap and say some who-knows-what offensive thing, and then the game will finally be over. If only I could remember something that never happened.

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To tell the truth, I am a little bit confused. We do not have any Jewish people in our family, so why are you so interested in learning more about some obscure events of my family's history, which I don't or didn't know anything about anyway besides which that is all out of my control. We are really not related. If there were a specific question or point that you wanted to make about something, that would be one thing. But just this tacking of me onto the tragic disaster of the "Share" family does not "help" anyone and does nothing to clarify what is your point.

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Yes, if only "that" had not happened in the middle of Mr. De Paul's economics class. Even so, there is nothing that I can say or do about that. It already happened and nobody can turn back the clock and pretend that it never happened and that Stephanie was not apparently in the wrong place at the wrong time given what she was saying very loudly voluntarily and without any prompting from us standing there in the middle of the classroom, not far from me, definitely within earshot. Sometimes these situations can only be redeemed with time and forgiveness and a love that overlooks all of these many faults of persons of whom I am barely aware. So if I am looking the other way and not casting aspersions upon persons I don't really know very well, that is not a sign of weakness. Never mind about the idiotic rantings of Patricia Cruz or whoever that nasty person was who was trying to cast the entire economics classroom into the garbage can. How can I explain a party that I did not attend and only heard of vaguely from comments overheard? I really have no idea. It was not my job nor was I qualified to perform surgery.

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In spite of Stephanie's shocking confessions, I think that there is nothing that I need to discuss with those guys who were sitting at the other table. I think that probably her parents should be notified so that they can deal with the situation appropriately. I am not her parents, that I should meddle in matters that do not involve me.

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Yes, it does blur the picture somewhat, the inexplicable presence of this pagan trash bimbo Stephanie "Sharie" always yapping in the background. blah blah blah. Someone really should explain something to that piece of garbage, but then again if she is Jewish then I do not want to get caught inadvertently slighting her in any way and getting myself into worse trouble than ever, when actually she is at the moment the party girl who is so meritorious of disciplinary action, not me.

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If you were expecting to recruit a hatchet-wielding fiend, you really should have arrested Shari Turnkey of Panama. Now there is a truly nasty shrew. We often thought we heard her shrill voice online saying all sorts of nonsense, especially mean things about me, as if everyone is not already sick and tired of listening to her continuously. Why do I again have to explain about her expulsion from school, etc. etc.? Perhaps she is full of bitter grapes, so to speak. Well, whatever. Yes, it really does not seem quite fair after we learned that District Kid Cori Nipper is swilling off campus on a regular basis and not even embarrassed to proclaim herself a whiner, so after some confusion I stopped doing things with those nippy horrid hypocritical whiners. But whatever. I am not allowed to judge too much, right? I must work on my own issues first, and then I will be able to see more clearly how to do what I have to do. With the wicked District families gone to the whiners, what is left to do? There is just no reason to reconnect to those dreary bores.

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There is really nothing of a personal nature that I would want to discuss with that cynical twit Jim Laurie and the clueless bimbo I heard that he married eventually. I was only briefly acquainted and having to dodge the cynical questions or comments, so, yes, who needs such a noxious headache around on a permanent basis, not to mention his friend the insurance salesman.

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Nowadays it is getting harder to say whether that is the Stewarts or the Walkers or whoever that I am hearing in the background: "Yak yak yak! Blah blah blah!" But whatever, that was not my problem. I will just be gone from this planet in another 20-30 years, heaven bound, I am just going to fly away and leave the devil to clean up his own mess, so it just won't matter anymore whatever they do. 

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Yes, really, who cares about the idiotic rantings of the Walker riff-raff? 

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Yes, I know, it is amazing how Susie appears to know everything about everybody's business. Who are all these people she talks about so knowingly and gushingly, without ever really saying very much in terms of actual facts? I suppose that a last name of Stewart would be helpful, but also she is very outgoing and talkative and that is her personality. She cannot help being that way. That is just the way she is. Not so with me. My personality is very different from that and I do not really want to be bothered with the job of knowing who are all these people and all the facts of their ordinary lives apart from a salary and benefits. I really don't need that. Needless to say. 

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Yes, I am sitting there in a ninth grade classroom and we are all listening to somebody talk about that, maybe it was Margot telling her version of that. I do not remember very much about that, one knocked the other. Sounded traumatic. I would be afraid to ask either one of them for more information given that it was obviously an emotional thing for them. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember in 9th grade hearing about, although not seeing it with my own eyes, the fight between two girls, allegedly Margot assaulting Patricia Cruz. However, I never asked about that. Margot, who was actually sort of friendly to me, and I even once was invited to her house to work on a school project, did not emigrate to the U.S. whereas Patricia Cruz did immigrated to the U.S. But was that the only reason for all of these comings and goings? I do not meddle in these personal immigration matters. One assumes that if they wanted to live in the U.S. legally, that they probably had the money and wherewithal to do what is needed for that, to buy off their assault victims or whatever, but if they want to stay in their home countries, whatever. It was not my job to recruit immigration. Needless to say. 

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Ah yes, in reading our history books, about the temperance movement, which occurred mostly during the latter latter half of the 19th century and early 20th century, until the Prohibition era of 1920-1933, what was the name of that elderly lady who appeared at a saloons or taverns wielding a hatchet? Hmm.... Google search and, ah yes, there she is, Carrie Nation (1846-1911), also spelled Carry. She also warned about the health risks of wearing corsets, which actually was true. Her first husband died of alcoholism so perhaps she had some reason to be upset, although not really that much. Her arrest record was appalling, to be sure.

Even so, who does that? Nowadays, no one dares to say a word about alcohol, given the multiplication of addictive substance abuse issues now permeating society. Thus, whiners have no reason to be complaining about hatchet jobs when actually no one does that anymore. Nobody wants that thankless hatchet job, so your bait is useless. Needless to say. 

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Yes, it is weird the way these Italian people are always accusing me of being racially prejudiced against Italians, even though I had not really previously thought of that. But if you so vociferously insist upon that, well, maybe I could develop a personal dislike and rack my brain trying to think of some crazy things to fill in the blanks of your racial test question. Anyway, on the point of annoying Italians, what is this memo you are reading from that I have not yet seen? I would really like to see the actual paperwork on that before I have to rattle off some nonsense without knowing what the trick really is on that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing something about my Dad's cranky bitter Uncle Merritt, who wants nothing to do with his own widowed father, who dropped him off at an orphanage at a young age, unlike my own grandfather who was more forgiving about that. We actually don't remember Merritt. I don't remember if we ever actually met him, but he does make a lot of online noise. 

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Yes, I suppose that it would be a very bad idea for me to apply for the job of "Sancho Panza," thus to be expected to perform the role of sycophantic flatterer and tickler of the ears of the Quixotesque Bueno. That just wouldn't be an advisable thing to "due" as far as I am concerned. The next time around I might just not be available and they will need to process and/or eat their own filthy garbage without any help from me. But for now, for the sake of higher values and ideals, and for my own sake, I must do my duty regardless of the silly nonsense. Needless to say. 

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Our high school mascot was a Trojan soldier. 

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In the early 1900s, John James was a missionary to China, who was a co-worker of my great-grandparents there, but what that has to do with Edward I have no idea.  Error error. Not enough information. Does not compute.

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Oh, yes, you can add vulgar hideous Sharon Turner to the list of wicked "Due" witches. Who knew that she was that unbelievably stupid? With friends like that, who needs enemies? I might as well not exist. 

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Yes, I fail to see why I have to apologize for the crimes of those wicked Italian "Due" witches Joan-Kathy-Heather during high school. I cannot see from this distant point what is going on in their empty heads. I did not "due" anything during high school. I don't "due" that. If conversation with them is going to be such a hassle, why bother. Just let them live on their own Library planet "duing" their own weird things without hassling me. I don't care what they "Due." 

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Ok, I have agreed to not have any children, so as not to bequeath to any children the yoke of being kicked around by these unbelievably pompous arrogant horrid Italian people, in contrast to my sister who sold her soul to them, so she will have to LIVE with that. Needless to say. 

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Yes, we really don't play board games as much as we did when we were younger, although we are not among those people who are so strict that their faith dictates against games played with dice. But sometimes if you substitute a spinner, that might not be objectionable to all parties. Someone told me that once, but I do not remember the details of that. 

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No one is holding you hostage to Malta or Sicily. But if you want to be and act like a slave of the British colonists of the 19th century and early 20th century, to whom I am only distantly related. You have to go back to the 1500s to find the connection. Well, perhaps you Italians think that you are a reactionary legend in your own mind. "What a fool believes he sees, no wise man has the power to reason away," as the famous song says. Thus, I have no insider idea of what happened there, that I should care to comment or do something about it. Needless to say. 

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Yes, 40-plus years certainly is a long time to suddenly be thinking of apologizing for ruining my life. You should have thought of that before you shared your nonsense with the planetary association for KAOS. What would you CB squawkers know about Glenstone Avenue, never a serious moment, always trying to pull my leg. Well, there is a limit to how much guff I am going to take. When there is a Chance of you hitting an irreparable vein, it is best to cut my losses and not return for more nonsense. Needless to say. 

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It is hard for me to imagine what you were expecting me to do with this huge heap of paperwork in terms of work that would make any sense. Needless to say. 

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Yes, I tend to think that everyone in our class was impressed with the guest performance of Francisco Flores and his American friend, of a selection from Shakespeare, some verbal sparring, although I forget the specifics of that. 

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I vaguely remember that when I was in El Salvador, at a church-related event, there was a black man there visiting from Honduras, which was a rare thing because in El Salvador generally speaking there are no black people because the country has no Atlantic coast, and in ancient times there was not that much travel to Honduras, and during most of the time that we lived there the border to Honduras was mostly closed due to the recent Soccer War, so that was unusual. In El Salvador it was mostly Indians, the Pipils or Lencas, plus the wealthy ruling class of European or Spanish roots. Even so, we do not really have that much communication with them that we should be aware of conditions in Honduras. 

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Yes, we are vaguely aware of the preexistent scholar of pscyhology, Mary Whiton Calkins, who wrote a variety of books on topics of psychology and died in 1930. So it is possible to do quite well in that field, if that is what interests you, although me it does not. The surname is not synonymous with sociology or success, however. Some people just get very lucky in their field due to a variety of factors, the name being only one of these many factors. 

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I vaguely remember during my first semester at Evangel, the latter half of it, rooming for a month or so with that girl, was her name Carol, who was Amish or Mennonite or something. She had an inflammation of one eye and someone, not me, made a comment about how one almost forgot what she had looked like before that as if she was that ugly all the time. She wasn't that ugly. It was just that her eye was very swollen at the time.

That said, what was she doing at our school anyway, trying to trap people with her hyper-legalistic lifestyle in which people are not allowed to drive cars and must get around on horse and buggy, etc. etc. I always find it uncomfortable how these clueless Plymouth Brethren/Amish/Mennonite people try to make me feel so worldly when actually by comparison I am very conservative as compared to those wicked evil witches Jan and June. But it would so rude for me to boast of such a thing.

We must talk about salvation, and how we are not saved by comparisons. We must each have an individual relationship with God in which the Holy Spirit shows us how we are to live, or NOT live, whatever the case may be. Society is thus changed from within, not by force or coercion, but by each by individual initiative. But it is hard for me to get a word in edgewise. And anyway, you can't get that from me. You have to get it for yourself. 

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I can probably count on one hand any conversations I ever had with Jennie during college so I cannot say very much about the contents of her head. I was not paying that much attention to the sociology department or whatever that was about. 

Yes, it is hard for me to imagine that there would be anything that I would need to prove to these clueless Italian people who are always screaming in my face. I don't care that much about that. I don't know anything about it.

Perhaps you get all your information from those clueless horrible nasties Jill and Linda, so obviously you are very sick in the head. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember in high school that Carmen and Ulises in our class were dating, one of the few, perhaps the only couple that I know of in our class, but I never really talked to them or could not talk to them. I do not really know anything about their personal lives outside of school. It is really too late now to discuss that. I really don't care that much. I have other priorities.

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But I spell my name with an 'i' at the end, not a 'y.'

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Yes, thanks Grandma. Hmmm.... Already starting from day one I have all these crazy people wanting to take it all away and nothing but this worthless monkey wrench to work with. Sometimes life is just not fair. Which raises the eternal question of why do the wicked prosper and the righteous begging for bread. Or vice versa. Whichever way to look at it. Needless to say.

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All of which shows that you obviously get all of your information from Mickey Mouse, which is actually not saying much. And yet, even so, all of your squawking and screeching can really do a lot of damage.

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When we contemplate the fact that this earthly globe is round, in the shape of an orange, and that we are just tiny little specks moving about upon the surface of the global orange, then how can all of this matter to me? The picture of the global orange says that I do not matter, that I am just nothing, just another tiny little speck, just coming and going and soon to be gone forever. It just doesn't matter.

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I believe that it was you who were telling me about the negativity of Bohemian stereotypes and how you have blocked the Bohemians somehow. Oh, does that explain why you are now so fond of Hungarians? I never knew of any Bohemians personally so I have no comment on the topic or why suddenly Heather, of whose existence I am barely aware from ninth grade briefly, is suddenly having some Bohemian blizzard involving me because apparently her husband is Czech. All of this comes as news to me. I know nothing about it. Why do I have to spend years of my life unraveling your Bohemian witchcraft? I really don't care that much about that one way or another. To me, tartar is an issue of tooth decay. Enough said about that.

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We are surprised to hear so much noise issuing forth from Packy Stan. We did not know that they were such packers. We barely remember them from age 8 and, anyway, there is not much that we can add to the mess of Louisiana beyond what is already available in the newspapers. Who knew that things were that bad there? Needless to say.

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Yes, what is this mess the Thomsons have cooked up for me to eat? I do not have enough of that to comment intelligently. blah blah blah yak yak yak!

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Yes, I vaguely remember, during high school, reading that book by Nikki Cruz, "Run, Baby, Run," which involves his prior life as a Puerto Rican gangster running scared. In the book, if you read the story, you will know that eventually he gets saved, and turns his life over to the Lord, and stops running with the gangs, which is a good thing. Some people need to hear about how people's lives can be radically reformed for the better thanks to the Teen Challenge program, that anti-gang program which is so widely promoted in various books also written by David Wilkerson. So that's nice, although I never met him personally.

That is nice, although that has nothing to do with my life. I was never a gang member and do not know anything about that. From reading books to we learn enough to know that a mara (gang) is a bitter thing, although we already knew that anyway. But we do not have to go out and do that because we are literates. And the illiterates just do whatever the literates say.

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Yes, I cannot say that I could possibly understand why you all are seemingly expecting me to apologize for John's psychotic paranoia, as if someone was persecuting him or out to get him. Not at all, but seeing ourselves shoved into a corner does make us wonder what really happened somewhere back there in the magazine stands or whatever. I never noticed that before now so I really would not be able to intelligently comment. I tend to think that it was the other way around, that they went to extraordinary lengths to fabricate slanderous accusations against me. Needless to say.

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Yes, I suppose that my vague and cryptic comments about a solution to the problem of overpopulation in my high school term paper could have been interpreted in various ways by those two professors who ever in this lifetime had access to it and only for high school term paper grading purposes. What was I quoting anyway? How I could get that citation so garbled? I really do not now remember anything about that. Nice that professors in high school are not so harsh and unforgiving and that was not intended for public consumption anyway. It is not like I would ever submit that for publication, needless to say.

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Yes, we sort of noticed that Linda is very busy boasting of her own wonderfulness for some inexplicable reason. She is so full of herself that she will not even notice that we are all gone from Linda Island and never coming back.

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It does blur the picture somewhat, this peasant dog Linda pretending to be related to us. Needless to say, we do not take our instructions from that. I could say more but I would be saying too much.

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Someone is continually angling to get me to say something about Sharon's dirty bathroom. The problem is that I do not remember saying that. I do remember overhearing something that was said by Linda Harrington Smith or else Jill Anderson Hatred. If you were a true historian, I would think that you would want to hear it from the original sources, but then again we are reminded that you really do not have a brain. You are just a mindless parrot.

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Yes, I am barely acquainted with those Pesky Lester's Jets and not hugely impressed with her lousy recipe for inedible Hungarian goulash. Needless to say. Oh, what is that I am hearing in the background? Mindless chatterbox Marty, jaw flapping in the wind? A village plot? Squawk, squawk! Screech, screech!

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Yes, I always did find it hard to understand why those little Baptist girls, the Rieses and the Bels, always seemed to be worked up into an angry snit about nothing much. We all attended the same school but beyond that there are some other factors to be considered. The fishing was good there so everybody already knows that various sects are represented there, whether Baptist, Pentecostal, Open Bible, Plymouth Brethren, Foursquare, etc. etc., all involved in various fishing operations for those who are willing to take up their nets and follow. I see no need to explain that to some clueless Italian whiners of vinegary aspect. I do not recall any license of exclusivity granted to the Baptists, although they probably wish that it would always be that way, with themselves in full control of "it," whatever "it" may be.

Fishing is one thing, but we never claimed any knowledge or supervision of the reliquariums and antiquities of Europe. That sort of thing would seem to fall outside of the jurisdiction of a simple fishing license. Interesting. Everybody will want to read the book whenever it comes out. But who can do that? I just have no idea how that would work out. A Ph.D. in cuneiform and Near Eastern antiquities might put you closer to the action, but you obviously do not quite have the goods on that, especially if you think that I would be able to help with any clue in that respect. Where is Radu when you need him?

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I would only say to beware of those Reece's pieces. They are not always what they seem at first glance.

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What reasonable dialogue could I possibly have with this vulgar stupid Negrón witch? Go get a life, you hideous piece of trash.

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There will be no relief or comfort forthcoming from here for the nasty Negrón witch and the little brats who learned it wrong from the start. Figure it out for yourself if you can, but if you can't, at least know that the truth will set you free, or at least I am free. Speak for yourself if you can. But if you can't, sorry but I can't help you with that.

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When I was growing up, if my Dad ever mentioned having an Uncle Ben once or twice, I never thought much about it. Only many years later did my Dad's Uncle Ben once visit my parents in Florida with his second wife, although I was not there at the time and never met them. Only from research in the diaries of great-grandmother do I learn that he had lived in Northern California with his first wife and two children, Ben and Laurie, and also in South Carolina in the 1960s. Ben, the son, it would seem from the genealogical records, died at a relatively young age, but nothing else is known about him, at least not by me. I had not known that these people existed until doing my research, and even so, I have no idea what to say about them other than their names are listed there. It would seem sort of rude to comment about distant cousins of whose existence I am barely aware.

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Due to a biological accident involving various chemical components, I have recently learned that I am actually not eligible to serve in the position of inherited monarchy. So really, there is no need to make one feel so guilty about such an inadvertent and uncontrollable factor of biological inevitability. Needless to say.

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And whatever happened to Jim Laurie? I hope he realizes that nobody wants to hear another word out of him ever again. He was nothing. I once gave him a ride in my car, although I don't remember why. I only remember that he worked at a bank and was a co-worker of Michelle. There is nothing else to say about him.

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Yes, that was nice of Dauna to come and get me at the bus stop that one time, so maybe I owe you a ride to the Public grocery store at some time or another. That said, I will not ever be returning to the Miss Knox place in Yuma, so you can just forget about trying to reconnect me to Arizona. That just ain't going to happen.

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One day at Oakland park, at the youth group, Craig BB asked if I had made the blouse I was wearing. Upon answering yes, he said that it looked like I had cut up some curtains. Was that a compliment? Thanks. Whatever.

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Yes, really, for what do we need another clueless French bird in the family? Already the French birds make disfuncationally disproportionately too much noise of not really so very much importance given the whole scheme of things.

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Yes, and what does a photograph of a sailor chancing to appear in the family photo box have to do with the idiotic rantings of Orson Welles, a Hollywood actor, about how he does not believe in prophecy? That means nothing.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Vickie said that Shannon said something negative that Brett's wife said about Brett. And what was said I have no idea. Perhaps there was a mistake there somehow but I do not know enough about that to have an opinion.

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Yes, in a way it is sad to leave Java Boy there hung by his toenails, but he does not deserve any further commentary after that. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely recall during high school having lunch with my mother at that restaurant inside of which all of the decor is reminiscent of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza. Various sculptures or paintings on the wall evoke the characters from the well-known story of classic Spain. And what of that?

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As you can see, I never got very much from them. I think that it would not be appropriate for me to consult them on these points. They should be explaining themselves to the judges, if they can. Needless to say.

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We often hear a lot of chattering about Nazis, even though we do not consider ourselves such and are not aware of any Nazis. And even if I did happen to meet some Nazi somewhere, how would I know that? There is no law requiring Nazis to wear little swastika badges on their clothing. But you don't need me to explain that.

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Yes, I would agree that I really cannot be a judge in a case where I am actually the plaintiff, not really the defendant, under fire from the inexplicably defenseless defendant, not that I would actually think of suing, but if I had no choice but to set the record straight for the sake of posterity and/or future persons who might stumble upon this anomalous point, then so be it.

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When it comes to the story of the turtle or the hare, I mostly identify with the turtle, seeing how that sometimes fools rush in where angels fear to tread. So, yes, your "up" being based on the early bird gets the worm schemata, means that johnny-come-latelies are left scrounging through the garbage can for whatever is left over. In view of this point, where is the carrot stick for the turtle who crosses over the finish line? Time has wreaked its havoc and with all of the damage already done, the culprits who did that to me can now get off scot-free and no one is the wiser for it. And how is that fair? I think NOT.

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Yes, I do remember something, but I only heard it once so I really cannot quite remember the details of that, beyond an awareness that it is not really what most people think, a completely different thing. And why so eager to dismantle the foundations of Western Civilization, a college class in which I got mostly As? If it ain't broke...

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Yes, what was that ridiculous thing that Jan Green said? Or else June. I don't remember what or who said that. The whole thing flew out of my head at the point of finding myself cornered as if a wild animal, because obviously I cannot be expected to defend that. Needless to say. Speak for yourself if you can, but if you cannot, well, that's just too bad.

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Yes, whatever happened to my painting of a tree in high school art class? I did not bring that home with me.

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So you bought your Win-D and therefore that is all you can get. I do not think that it is fair for you to buy Win-D and then expect to get me also in the bargain. This is not a 2-for-1 deal here, never mind about some irrelevant Rich Mullins song. 

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Well, la di dah! So you bet your entire house on the idiotic rantings of Win-D. That was your bad investment, NOT mine. I certainly cannot go through life saddled with the idiotic example of what NOT to do so prominently provided by David and his little strumpet Win-D. Needless to say.

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I am not theoretically or in principle averse to the idea of contributing offerings and money to various programs of social and philanthropic benefit to the poor and needy, assuming that I had the money available to do that. However, such is not the case at the present moment, and unless and until the money is available and controlled by me, myself and I, I will continue to look upon such programs in an abstract and theoretical way as good for rich people who have nothing else to do with all of that surplus money, but which may or may not find a place on my list of priorities depending on when and if any surplus money should ever become available for me to make such decisions for myself absent any sort of legalistic pressure from the many and variegated parachurch organizations continually pressuring the public to assist with needs that certainly are legitimate but which also must be weighed in the balance with pressures and requests from local churches, rescue missions, and other sociological organizations locally, all being of merit and deserving being assisted by a portion of the money derived from the mandate of the 10 percent tithe, which is not a very large number when the income is almost non-existent. Which perhaps contributes to impression that parachurch groups only care about rich people.

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Yes, I am not in a very good position to say what I really think about Bob. When will that cranky old coot, Mr. Honkinidiot, hurry up and finally kick the bucket so that we can clear the decks and be rid of all of these curses that he has heaped upon my head for whatever it was that they did? Inquiring minds want to know that, but I don't have near the power and money needed to be able to fix that.

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Yes, I once made some sort of commentary about that to David Davenport, which comes back around garbled into a strange and nearly unrecognizable format. I cannot quite remember what I actually said or why that was on my mind Thus, it logically follows that I will never again have another conversation with blithering idiot David, who cannot be trusted for anything. David, keep your stupid mouth shut.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during high school, there was a singer who sang at one or another of the school assemblies, Evangelina Sol, who was not bad really, if you like that type of music. Apparently she has gone for training in New York, trained to stand in a certain way and so forth. But then later I heard that she got married and no more has been heard about her musical career. I really would not know anything about that. Whatever.

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I think that medical doctors are well paid for their services. No one wants to seem ungrateful for that, and yet there is no special race of doctor's kids (DKs). Needless to say.

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Why am I still hearing so much noise from a creepy little weasel Max and his evil Aunt Cheater? It was a big mistake to invite those people along on our walk. How did all of these clueless people turn the beautiful scenery of a nature hike into a huge nightmare? There is no place for them here.

Can you not spell T-R-A-I-N W-R-E-C-K?

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And did it not occur to you that such a detailed report might be rather shocking to our high school classmate Lorena Castro? How might such a refugee from Cuba feel upon hearing of this foiled plot to assassinate her estranged uncle or distant cousin or something?

Actually, no, I had not thought of that. Was she in our classroom at the time or did she hear about this by hearsay? Even so, it was not I who delivered Raymond's report. What would I know about this particular concatenation of events? I mostly try to steer clear of these scary people because these matters are too complicated for me.

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Yes, I cannot say that it was not a little bit creepy to hear your very detailed account of the failed attempt to assassinate Castro in the 1960s, including names of the would-be assassin and other facts about that, delivered in your high school report. Who would even think of such a thing? How do you have access to all of this top secret information about CIA operations of the 1960s unless the mafia killer was somehow your acquaintance or third cousin or something. I don't understand where that comes from. I did not take very good notes that day so will not be able to regurgitate that. Needless to say.

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Yes, in a way it is sad, myself having to commit suicide rather than be ruled by the horrid nasty corporate executives on the board of Intra-Publix of NYC. Needless to say.

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You were telling me that Nicky Cruz, who lives in Colorado, formerly of NY and PR, thinks that he might be distantly related to my high school classmate, Patty Cruz, in Central America. I really would not know anything about that. I never discussed anything of that nature with PC. She sits there in study hall reading out of Kahlil Gibran which is about the only thing that I can remember about her. You could always ask Kathy. Weren't they best buddies in high school. Let Patty and Kathy explain their Aryan scenario. I never really heard an explanation of that, although incidentally I might have hard that one of our classmates might have been of Persian origin. Who am I to question these arbitrary rulings of the CIA kids?

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Yes, why are all of these PR whiners pretending to be attached to me? I am not very connected to the Caribbean that I would have much of anything to say about bankrupted islands that were in ancient times the center of the Spanish conquest and empire but in our days have not so much to boast of. The number 50 sounds like a nice round even number to me. But if we start adding PR, why stop at 51? There is also the Virgin Islands, Guam, etc. etc.

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Yes, I know, they just want to make it a game about male vs. female, thus to distract attention from the linguistical point that matters, so the game as they play it is brown male trumps white female, and thus they win automatically no matter what I might say or NOT say about anything. So obviously I never could win this game from the starting point and am not interested in continuing this ridiculous and useless exercise in futility.

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Oh, were you saying that Eric was from Idaho or thereabouts? I don't know that I ever knew that, but even so, I really could not care less about Idaho per se, that would not mean very much to me. Idaho is just another one of 50 possible states of the union where people might go to live, which does not include the anomalous creature known as Puerto Rico. Will there ever be a 51st state? It is not my job to advocate on that point one way or another. Tell Puerto Rico go hire a lobbyist, not to expect me to do it for them.

Which does not explain why the idiots of the college "theater club" are screaming at me. There is nothing that I can think of that I would need to discuss with them. I long ago told Eric that I am not interested and to stop following me around like a sick puppy dog. Needless to say.