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Yes, it was a bit inconvenient having attended a high school so predominantly populated by Catholics, we Protestants being a tiny minority. And what if we were excommunicated by those rude and vulgar foul-mouthed louts (although not everyone was that bad, only some of them were terrible)? We are not necessarily missing anything of importance or quality by shunning intimate communication with this mindless rabble. My salvation as a Christian is not necessarily dependent upon the opinions of them. My salvation as a Christian is a personal relationship with Jesus, the Son of God, which does require some communication and learning how to read the Bible and that sort of thing although I never got that from Catholics. I already have Revelation 3:20 in my heart so, and if a tree falls alone in the forest with no one present to hear that, does that mean that it made no sound?

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Yes, it was really someone else who referenced the "Nights in Montreal." But this is not French Canada. I really do think that you ought to learn English someday.

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Yes, how well I remember that I was NOT invited to participate in the "Used Car Lot" prank my second year at SCC. That prank was masterminded by my classmates, Lynda and Dennis, Dauna and Mary Lastly, and others who repainted a Stop Sign as "Spot," decorated pretty much every car in the parking lot with toilet paper and sales messages on the windows with paint that was hopefully easily soluble in water, the wording of which I do not remember now, and some other things that I have forgotten, and they really did go too far, and so many persnickety people complained of having to wash their cars first thing in the morning before being able to drive to work or somewhere, and really they are always so out of control and always so clever about deliberately NOT including me in their pranks, and whatever, I am not hugely fond of pranks anyway, I would rather get a good night's sleep than sit up all night writing a lousy mediocre term paper when I could have taken the time to do it the right way and still gotten a good night's sleep, so I really am feeling somewhat relieved of the necessity or responsibility of having to feel guilty about that.

So why all the memories. Did you have a point or something

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Yes, in a way I sort of sympathize with this notion of dumping the Murray nuisance in the garbage. They are so unbelievably clueless, imagining that playing this Baptist game at a Pentecostal college is going to win them some sort of prize. And how to explain it to them when they won't listen. Yes, I do understand that. And that was before you opened the floodgates of admission to every Tom Dick and Harry. So in a way I tend to think that you did it to yourself.

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Yes, during my senior year of college, I do remember voting about something. The way they had originally explained it to me, at the time it sounded like it might be a good idea, whatever that was about, so that when they told me to go right now over to the administration building and vote, I did whatever they said and voted, although I cannot remember now what that was about. I learned later that some people had been tipped off not to vote, but apparently I did not get the memo in time to avoid placing my head on the chopping block, my name being one of those on the list who voted for whatever that was about. Although I often hear various references to that, I really cannot remember anything more about that. Perhaps you really should be asking that crafty reverse engineer Sharon what she was thinking about, because I really cannot say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember than in 5th grade at the American School I joined the band and was trying to learn how to play the clarinet that my mother's cousin had loaned to us, but I was embarrassed that I could not seem to hit the high notes, only bad whistling sounds, not really a good note, so I really could not get much use out of that band thing. Which is why I never did join band in high school, because it was too embarrassing to have this person gloating about beating the white girl. Later in college during a class, a classmate, a guy who plays the clarinet, was suddenly telling me that he did not think that I could play the clarinet because of the way that my lips are shaped, which is an interesting thing to hear him say because, Ok, so maybe I just wasn't born to play the clarinet. Ok, fine. That makes me feel better knowing that.

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All of which makes me think that it might be interesting for me to read the book that Helen Calkins wrote about her high school years in India.

Of course, such a feat could never be repeated by myself, given that these moneyed Spanish peasants have proven themselves to be the most unsuitable and uninteresting subjects for any work of non-fiction. No one would actually care to read about the misery of high school with those self-absorbed greedy bores.

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But I do not want to move somewhere else and then once again hear the screeching voice of that horrid peasant clueless Barbara Harvey: Blah blah blah! Why should this Harvey peasant trash get such a microphone with nothing intelligent in their empty heads to actually say about that, having graduated two or three years earlier? You should probably go back to the hollers of Arkansas where you belong.

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I see that you get all of your information from that trashy bimbo Alanna, one of the favorite protegés of the French Poppycocks, all of which may confirm that the Poppycocks are obsessed with the stereotypical palatial bimbo theme. I am insulted that you would think that I would want to socialize with that piece of garbage.

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I am gone now from there, so there is no reason for the French-fried idiots of New Orleans to now be following me around. You have so many Louisiana disasters of your own to clean up without any help from me. Needless to say. Now that I have returned to the United States, my own country, there is no reason to imagine that I would appreciate the hint of indentured servitude to some vulgar horrid Spanish dog named Irene. Needless to say.

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Yes, I really would rather be single than have to marry that annoying French idiot Loren Poppycock, always so full of insulting verbal darts, I am not taking any more of that type of guff, get off my back you French-fried scum, but that would not be a polite or nice thing to say socially, so I won't be saying that. I will just be moving away soon the better and more politely to be rid of all of those so that backstabbing witch Sylvia will have no competition for that piece of garbage, that much is certain.

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Sometimes I think that I hear those annoying Harvey dogs yapping in the background: arf! arf! arf!

What Party Planet did you come from?

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Yes, needless to say, I do not wish to be mistaken for YOU. I really cannot see where your head is at or why I should care about that.

There is a lot of water under the bridge since the days when Walter Strickland may have hosted Tudor guests at his castle in England, needless to say. There is no going back there. The ancient past is gone.

None of that matters to us now, thus we do not appreciate being kicked around by nasty Turner witches whose only apparent purpose is to mercilessly kill Protestants. Fine, kill me and let yourself be overrun by Moslem hordes, see if I care. You will get whatever you deserve in any case. Neither am I to be mistaken for some trashy decadent Anjou palace bimbo. Don't we all have better things to do than be bullied and browbeaten for no apparent reason by irrelevant persons who play no role in my personal life?

I have agreed to leave the planet in the most peaceful way possible, so why all of this aggravation and annoyance, and making it so hard without the money needed for sustaining life in the manner to which I have grown accustomed, as if there were some reason to fight about something?

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Yes, Jane Seymour seems to have been quite the actress in her day, all of those many roles, many costumes, may time periods. With those multi-colored eyeballs, who could she be in real life? Even so, a mere stage name I would imagine does not scratch the surface of what it means to actually be a Seymour, not that I would know either. What would I know of the Seymours vs. the Boleyns vs. the Anjous, etc. etc.? Nothing, actually. The Windsors have the crown now, so how does all of that Tudor stuff matter now? I actually do not see the point of this conversation beyond maybe saying goodbye to historical events that are fast receding into antiquity. The revisioning of history is always lurking out there in the corners of the future, but why should we be afraid of that? To trust in God, to have fiath, means that we believe that ultimately God is in control and will be working all things together for good. (Ephesians 1:5-11)

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Red Rover, Red Rover, send Sammy right over.

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Yes, who is this imaginary rich person who is supposedly going to give me all of this money? I keep hearing that message from somewhere, but then it never happens.

Renell was sending out messages accusing "Calkins" of Michigan of attacking her, but that could not be me. I have no connection whatever to Michigan.

And also I have no idea of their existence. Only later do I learn of the existence of Sam. Oh, my Dad had an uncle named Sam. Oh, my Dad's Uncle Sam had five children. Oh, the diaries of great-grandmother say somethings about them. Oh, I didn't know that.

Even so, if "Calkins" did not invest in the failed Bay Area scam & fraud project to start with, then no financial return can reasonably be expected, so I do not see why that should be any concern of mine.

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Yes, I vaguely seem to imagine that there was some person whom Henry did not wish to be his successor, but the name of that person and any reasons why are elusive to me. I cannot imagine who those people are. He did not like Anne of Cleves but somehow I doubt that it was her.

But if you are so eager to place your own head on the chopping block, please do not let me stand in your way. Allow me to graciously step aside and make preparations for your lodgings in the Tower of London.

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Yes, poor Anne of Cleves, there she goes all of the way to England from Germany to marry the King of England and then nobody liked her. Not even her proposed husband wanted to bother with her. What a nightmare. Six months to an annulment. What was she supposed to do with that on her record? Fortunately, at least she was from a wealthy aristocratic family who could pay for that. Worse things could happen than that.

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Speaking of Werks, I do not see how you expect me to get anything done with this clueless bimbo Renell Scott always screaming in my face about nothing much. I could not possibly be related to horrid piece of garbage.

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Yes, the only thing that I can remember is that during college I took a Bible class from Dr. O. Cope Budge, and I enjoyed it very much, and I got an A in the class, and the professor handed back the term paper that I wrote with a compliment, which, considering that the college library is named after him, is not a low thing to be remembered by me, that I should waste the details of that on a herd of stampeding pigs.

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Ok, so Henry Budge is NOT your friend. I do not know one thing about Henry Budge that I should have an opinion about that. Who are we to tell you who your personal friends have to be? Henry who?

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was talking about how in our modern society, the traditional principle of families as the place for the raising of children seems to be under assault from modern technology, which presents various alternative options of surrogacy and donor banks as alternative ways to produce biological offspring in a not necessarily principled way. Why is that other weird Ann still obsessing on this topic? These things were much talked about at one time although I personally conscientiously speaking would never do that. Perhaps you have mistaken me for one of our maids who would take too long to explain here, even if I knew very much about that.

You said that you wanted to reproduce the "Cheaper By the Dozen" scenario without a husband, but the resulting real-life experience might not be so pleasant for anyone involved. I will not be available to reenact your birth control fantasies. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember having glimpsed that TV game show, "The Price is Right," a small number of times although I cannot be considered a huge fan of that. If I wanted to buy something and had the money, that would be a good time to research the prices of things. But just to guess the price of toothpaste three days ago at a particular store does not particularly interest me.

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Yes, I am not aware of why these guys are always foaming at the mouth about nothing much. If there were some correction that I might issue forthwith in the proper way, that would be one thing. But to just scream about nothing much is just too ridiculous. Perhaps I had previously said that you were my friend, but that was an obvious lie. No, you are NOT my friend. You are better described as an enemy. With friends like you I don't need enemies. You do a great job of being a public nuisance for no apparent reason. Ok, so what more can I say about that?

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Yes, I am suddenly reminded of a meeting with Rodger, in which he told me various stories about my roommate at the time, Kathy Murray, and he said that it looks bad for me to be rooming or associated with this trashy blond person who with her Hawaiian boyfriend had some toxic encounter with the student  council. Yes, well, however that may be, as I was saying, I am barely acquainted with this person. Why did these Murray persons come all the way to California to attend college here when they do not seem to belong here? I have no idea. I think that it was only one semester that I roomed with her there, and she was most of the time out with her boyfriend, and then I was gone, so it is hard for me to remember much about her. Only later do I learn that she married Sergio, of whom I also remember  nothing.

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Yes, I am trying to remember something that I forgot to ask about. How is that evil nerdy scam artist serial killer Darrin Drake, who played whatever instrument in the band at SCC, somehow related to the Bueno family? I never would have thought to ask such a question during college. Even so, We never talked then so why would we start talking now? Go away and stop harassing me. You mean nothing to me.

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So we see that my unusual assignment does not impress you, even though you never could have gotten this far with only your tiny postage stamp from Hawaii. I never had any Hawaii connections at all, which only goes to show that Hawaii is just all about you, which mostly proves that you yourself are a self-obsessed narcissistic dreary bore

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Do I understand or 'get' the meaning of the term 'family jewels'? Um, actually, yes, I think that I do get the idea, sort of. Ann at high school is talking about the family jewels. Oh, did someone kick someone, undoubtedly a male person, in the family jewels? Ann's reporting does not provide the who, when or where, so I am at an entire loss to explain anything about that. What did Ann mean by that anyway? What could I possibly say about that reporting so utterly devoid of the essential factoids of the matter.

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Yes, I seem to notice that someone is trying to remember why Anne Boleyn lost her head. Something about high treason. Hmmmm.... Sounds complicated. I am sure that probably only they know what really happened, and they are all dead now. So what is your point?

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I see that you persist in confusing me with that monstrous chain smoker Libby Pending. What do I know about that puffer Libby, except that she is one who undoubtedly chain smoked unreservedly in the girls' bathroom after PE class, whereas I did NOT participate in that. Puffing on tobacco sticks is NOT my job, and neither does Libby have to do that, but, yes, when do I get a chance to say two words to these people when I am refusing to smoke, and all of their socializing seems to revolve upon that quite unhealthy activity?

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Yes, everybody already knows that Lisa is only a little clerk at the county courthouse. If only she had gone to law school, then maybe she could make sense out of all that paperwork piling up in the county archives. But as things now stand, Lisa only may have one piece of paper or another, but not really the whole story. Needless to say.

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As a matter of fact, there is nothing that I need to discuss with the dreary boring Stones. I could not care less about dialoguing with that monster Lisa Ying-Yang. Go away and stop harassing me.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing some joke about the single woman who did not get married, thus going down to "She Old" or She Ol'" which sounds quite a bit like "Sheol," reminiscent of the Biblical patriarchs or 1 Samuel 2:6, but which also might be mistaken for a synonym of "Old Maid." Yes, what a lovely thought, that the single woman who does not get married will be sent down to "Hell"? We could just ignore or overlook that as someone's excessive overreach, and people often do get carried away with these humorous puns and play-on-words, taking that to unwarranted extremes, but if you are going to be taking that so seriously, we will need to return that in kind. Needless to say.

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Yes, I see that my brief and superficial acquaintance with the Stone family is greatly exaggerated in the minds of some little brats, of whom I really could not care less. Not to be mean but, anyway, whatever, your fiction does not figure highly on my list of reading priorities. Needless to say. blah blah blah yap yap yap

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Yes, it is a little bit annoying with this Confederate Henry Kinsey here setting up everything in terms of the Confederates vs. the Yankees. Henry is an old Southern boy who still imagines that the South will rise again, having cast me as the Union maid. Well, however that may be or not, we are now past the 150-year mark of the Civil War fast receding into ancient history. I do not want to have to think about life and the world in terms of only Henry. After I return to the United States the irrelevant Henry will have nothing of interest to say as usual, as far as I am concerned. Henry was never my teacher. I cannot speak for those who were his students.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Tinker was shuddering in angst saying how during high school "they" liked Libby, as if, I don't know, I never would have thought of saying that, but anyway, for one thing, I am not sure that I care about whether "they" like me in the way that they liked Libby, I really never wanted that, there are so many warped perceptions of that, and also, really, why do you even care whatever she does , she looks so white and yet the insides of her head are so much on some other planet, I don't even want to think about going there.

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Yes, how clever of you to throw the Miami River from Ohio or Lake Erie or Detroit districts, plus the St. Clair. And yet, what were you expecting to get? There was nothing worth saying about that although you never really asked. You only assumed, you jumped to unwarranted conclusions.

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Yes, it is puzzling to see all of these Puerto Ricans clamoring about a port of entry. For what do I need a Puerto Rican port of entry, never mind that the territory's principal port is coincidentally named San Juan? Did you think that I was an inanimate object that must be registered by those guys out in the warehouse before you resell me and pass me along to the next bidder? Maybe I did indirectly overheard something vague about that.

Even so, upon returning to the United States after high school, the airplane landed at LAX in Los Angeles, where we were welcomed home by grandparents and aunts and uncles. What more evidence of a homecoming can there be? Yes, I suppose that if I really wanted to live in a territory I could always move to Yellowknife. But no, here I am in the country of my birth, the United States, and so I feel no need to belabor this point. Besides which I cannot imagine how I would begin to frame a question about such an bizarrely off-the-wall topic. Besides which the occupation of stevedore does not interest me. Yes, I really don't care.

Why can't John B. just eat his own vomit? I never would have noticed that if you weren't putting that out there. Even so, you cannot be seriously expecting me to  sacrifice my self-respect over that piece of nothing. Back in the day, you made me doubt myself, you made me feel like a buggy piece of garbage, but now I know that most of that was actually your mental problem, not only my adolescent angst and/or acute foot-in-mouth disease, which I had previously imagined to be the case.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that while doing my ancestry research, I learned that my great-great-great- grandmother, Caroline Smith, was married to Joseph Smith, although NOT that Joseph Smith, a different Joseph Smith, only some regular person living in Tioga area of Pennsylvania, not he of the Mormon vision. Which means that you have mistaken us for some other branch of the Smith family. We are NOT them. And I suppose that many other branches of the Smith family who are NOT Mormons probably have this same problem of being mistaken for them, which can get very much extremely annoying. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remembering seeing Kenton V. Stone at Evangel during my first year of college. I have not seen him since that time, so I have not much idea of the ideas in his book. I really don't care very much about that.

Yes, I suppose that I could compose some notes about how the Stones are so unbearably arrogant and conceited, but that would not be appropriate for a public forum of this nature. Needless to say.

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As a matter of fact, I refuse to be intimidated or bullied by the crude and vulgar skunk people of Idaho. Idaho stinks to high heaven. Why will the vulgar skunks of Idaho not get off their high horse and explain what they really meant by that?

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Yes, I often hear the desperate dogs of Idaho yapping about nothing much. True that I could not care less about Idaho, but it does make me wonder why tthey are so desperate to cover their butts. What are they hiding over there in Idaho? You probably should have gone to Northwestern. Geographically that would make more sense for you.

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And what do you imagine that I approved of? You apply all of this boiler plate indiscriminately and then suddenly imagine that I know what you are talking about. Huh?

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Yes, of course, sometimes people are drawn and quartered for various reasons, whether because they are criminals or traitors or something. A rope is tied to each limb, each rope attached to a different horse, and then the four horses sent running in four different directions, the result being that the subject's body is torn to pieces. I remember one of our high school teachers vividly explaining that to us, thank you very much.

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Yes, family values. Everyone wants good family values. No one can or will argue against that point, so what is your problem? Perhaps you have mistaken us for someone else. I don't feel like arguing about that. I feel like my family values are being trespassed upon regularly by the media, by persons with lower standards, by higher persons who don't care, by many other factors, etc. So if we are going to be saved by comparisons, the trick will be to compare yourself to someone worse off than yourself. Which won't be hard to do. But are you really saved? 2 Corinthians 10:12: "For we are not bold to class or compare ourselves with some of those who commend themselves; but when they measure themselves by themselves and compare themselves with themselves, they are without understanding." 

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Yes, I vaguely remember near the end of college, I was recruited along with a large group of people to go over to Rusty's place across the street from the college for a party for a few minutes, where I don't remember what, maybe we saw a movie, that hardware spoof of Star Wars, with unspeakably subliminal  problematics, which was previously shown at the beginning of college, and there was a group photo taken of everybody, there was not much to that. And then later someone said that everyone who had attended that party were the rejects of society.

Ok, fine. Yes, and I remember that the Baldknobbers is the only show I ever saw at Branson, and yet it is probably safe to assume that was not the only show in town.

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Speaking of political decay, yes, there really ought to a limit to this one hundred years of solitude, in which the insects carry everything away. Needless to say. We have to bills to pay and all you want to do is play silly games.

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Yes, I remember that shortly after Roy and Vickie's relative in Arizona won the lottery, they moved to Arizona. That is the only thing that I can remember about that. I notice that they are no longer in Arizona. So whatever. I am not related to these people so who they account for their lottery earnings is no concern of mine. Needless to say.

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Yes, I remember that you were talking about the lottery and sort of joking about the winning of the lottery, even though I never buy lottery tickets. I can't say that I would not be interested to see how I might win the lottery without ever buying a lottery ticket, but how can I win the lottery when I never bought a lottery ticket? You are illogical.

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Yes, I did notice your fill-in-the-blanks questionnaire on the matter of liquified spirits. Even so, I prefer to not feel myself compelled at this time to complete that given that the topic is not exactly at this time a burning thing that demanding of my immediate attention. Even so, anyway, I have other more important matters in mind to think about than that. If I wanted something to drink, would you deny me a glass of water? Will the Lord recognize you later? These are more weighty questions to ponder.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that years ago my mother told me about some rumors that David went to Russia where it was rumored that he was doing business with the Russian mafia, while printing religious materials for his family's nonprofit business, and also that he had a Russian girlfriend there while still being married to Wendy, his second wife, whom he married after his first wife Rhonda declined to participate in bigamy. So, yes, this information has ways of getting spread around, never mind about the intimidating tactics of Bob who will soon be kicking the bucket anyway so whatever. My mother probably can tell more about the specific details of the David rumors, because I really do try not to retain too much of this useless trivial data that might be not worth coughing up later. I have no personal connection to those people. It is merely a coincidence of geography that we happen to live not far away in the same region.

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Yes, I heard that Mr. Moneybags Honkinidiot thinks that he has linked my fate to that of his idiot son David, whom I notice is now locked away for life in the insane asylum where he belongs. That never made any sense to me. I am barely acquainted with that lunatic. Who would want to associate with any denomination controlled by these lunatics? If Jesus was celebrated for overturning the tables of the moneychangers, would it not seem rather heroic to finally drive a knife through Robbie's greedy heart? Not that I would ever do that literally, but I am just saying that in principle, I put no faith in their worthless machine which does nothing for me.

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Yes, it is unfortunate for us to be in close geographical proximity to the wicked evil Honkinidiot swine family. Needless to say.

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Yes, I sort of understand what you mean when you ask how long I can carry on the mission without any money, because you are probably wondering who is doing that only for the money and who is doing that for the sake of the truth itself. And I can sort of understand why this question arises, when you see the arrogantly pompous and boastful display of wicked old greedy old moneybags Honkinidiot always gloating about his bottom line, and the wealth of all missions concentrated into his selfish greedy hands, as if that were the point of it all, only the money. Ummm, not really. But, yes, it is hard for us to safely express that in the current environmental atmosphere. Needless to say.

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You were complaining that the castle program instills in children a medieval spirit of arrogant pomposity that modern society has learned to discourage, and encourages them to reach for outrageous goals and causes that are not realistic. Yes, well, however that may be, I am not really a person who has the ear of the castle people, that I would be able to relay that message without negative consequences for myself. These all-powerful castle people do not care what I think or say about anything. Needless to say.

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And yet that brings up the question, what does affordable homeownership have to do with missions? Your mixed message has failed to inspire any pocketbook contribution from me.

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Yes, why do I have to do the penance for the Triplett brothers' famous castle scheme? Biblically speaking, the name of the Lord is a strong tower. But I would prefer to leave that concept in the abstract at least to you. A real-life castle would be just too expensive to maintain and the property taxes exorbitant, especially on my currently low income, not to mention the implied relocation to Europe. A more realistic goal might be simple ownership of a home of any size so that I could at least have my own space that cannot be trespassed upon continuously by street theater clowns.

I would prefer that you deliver your castle message directly to them, rather than me having to speak the truth to powerfully obstinate whiners.

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Fortunately I played no role whatever in the divorce of Linda so she has only herself to blame for that. Needless to say.

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OK, so maybe I can remember some of those old songs, but how those pieces got stuck together in that weird way I really have no idea. Until someone has actual information to provide about that, there is really nothing that I would want to say about that.

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Yes, I will admit that I find it very difficult to understand why I should feel guilty about the stream of filthy freely flowing from Cori's mouth. During high school I scrupulously avoided socializing with this type of F-bomb idiot, and yet here I am in college with the church imposing upon me the socializing of these equally filthy wicked foul-mouthed District scum. Incredible.

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Yes, I also heard that about how they work and I don't. And yet if truth be told, the system does not let me work. Even if I did try to work, my seeds being my words and my deeds or actions, it is obvious and clear that they would only steal all of my seeds, which is to say words or actions, twisting everything around into a huge mess that favors only them. So for me to work is for me to help them at my own expense. Why should I pay for their system which is rigged against me and does nothing for me? Why should I care about whatever they say?

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Yes, see how they try to frame me, as if I did not know that behind our backs they are saying all sorts of insulting and means and nasty things about my dear departed grandmother, bless her soul, as if we had not noticed that their crude and vulgar humor is not even slightly funny. I got the idea that Miss Spitfire Hellcat has quite an ambitious plant to make my life entirely miserable. All the more reason for me to evacuate the planet so that these boring power people can have their Hellcat and eat it, too.

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Yes, we imagine that if you had wanted to better capitalize on your Napoleonic connections, you could have built a Bari seawall, by just going to Paris and marrying into the aristocracy and attaching the name of Napoleon to all of your children's birth certificates, male or female matters not, so that the public record can easily show what you are dealing with, the cards that life dealt to you, whatever that may be, not that we can quite understand what that would mean. We do not have that problem. We cannot begin to understand that what you are talking about. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely recall the existence of Gary Hedwall, who might have been one of Judy Thomson's supervisors, although I really do not remember that very clearly. I worked on the other side of the building so to me Hedwall was just some guy on the other side of the building.