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Yes, why are those lumberjack redneck Emory boys still hovering about? One would think they would have returned to the Northwest long ago if they like it so much better there. The time is long past since I felt any obligation to drive them to their home after church. They were only in Paraguay for a couple of years and never really learned Spanish very well so any discussion of these topics would just fly over their heads. And also I have never been to South America so you really should be discussing that with the Walkers who were there.

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Yes, one thing is certain, you will never catch me smoking in high school, because I never did that. You can never catch me smoking anywhere, so just quit trying because you operations are seriously boring me. I was in the girls' bathroom changing clothes after girls' P.E. and yet I never partook of the cigarette that was being passed around the room which most of them were taking a puff on. How did I do that? I don't know. I just never tried to get into that circles. I was always on the outside looking in.
Of course we all know that Libby smokes like a fish.

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Yes, well, oh, did you have a "crush" on me in high school? I really never noticed. Who doesn't have these adolescent pangs for no rational or logical reason, although I must say that I cannot return the "crush" to you because you were never a blip in my cranium during high school. Needless to say.

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Oh, did someone not get the memo? OK, go ahead and shoot yourself , you stupid rich swine people with more money than brains to know what to do with it, you worthless Louisiana idiots!

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Yes, once again Bob's lame attempt to dump me in the same bucket with trashy dog Miriam falls on deaf ears. I cannot quite understand what (or which) thing Miriam might have said to make herself such an unwanted person at Hope headquarters, but, yes, knowing that Miriam has no brakes on her mouth and we can easily imagine that she might have said some outrageous thing with which we have no desire to be associated. Yet Bob has chosen this outrageously trashy hideous dog Miriam from Louisiana to be his personal executive secretary and babysitter, so who are we to argue with the abysmally bad taste of these stupid people of Louisiana? Ok, so I never learned shorthand. We often hear the idiotic rantings of Miriam in the background: arf arf arf. Get real.

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Yes, as usual I sit here amazed at the idiotic rantings of New York, given that I cannot imagine there being any points of significance to discuss with those persons of whose existence I am not aware and to whom I have not the slightest connection.

There you are fabricating fictional myths and stories about the promotion of birth control, a cause of no particular concern to me. There was nothing to do about that. Thus, I can now yet more clearly see no reason to let you perturb my equanimous composure with your idle speculations and gutter-brained blatherings. How can I repent of something that never happened?

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Yes, perhaps some annoying people ought to be deported to Honduras, although I am not sure exactly what happened. It is only an instinctive knowing that something is not quite right about that. Why should I care about fighting somebody else's Civil War? Chile v. Argentina? Honduras vs. Salvador? They all look the same to me. Let somebody else figure that out.

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I object to this characterization of myself as wanting to pick a fight with Cheryl on any such terms. Admittedly there is not much to like about their bellicosity, but to gratuitously pick a fight about such unrelated topics would be such a ridiculous thing to do. Incredible. Beyond words. Mind-numbing.
I do not wish to dignify their outlandish bellicose rantings with any comment. Sometimes you just have to give these people a chance to figure it out.

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Yes, we tend to think of Roosevelt as a great American leader of the early 20th century, although we have not studied that very much. But are you the Robinsons who are related to the Roosevelts, or are you the Robinsons who only wish that you were related to the President? I see no reason why this point should be a matter of discussion, given that there is nothing to discuss. Anyway, I am not related to the Robinsons, it was only a job, and there was never any reason to go back there. The meddling by Karen Robinson only makes the problem worse than it originally was. Back off, you clueless Robinson meddlers. You are out of bounds.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing about their plan to use substitute living persons for voting purposes on the five-member board of the organization which is registered in Sacramento and which originally appeared to have some ambitious purposes, but which apparently found that basically not much can be done without the requisite time and money.

Anna Eber, one of their acquaintances from Ohio, was one of the board members and possibly a waitress at a Pasadena coffee shop from what I can see. But she was single and apparently had no children. So who inherited her paperwork? I heard someone trying to make some points about that, but anyway the board members are all dead now so there is not really much anyone can do about that.

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Yes, methinks the cousins do protest too much. What is this crime of which they are possibly guilty that was never mentioned? Why are they so paranoically afraid of being condemned of something of which I am completely unaware? All of this protesting will not persuade me to change parties. What has your party done for me lately? Absolutely nothing.

Besides which, everybody knows now that he was on probation for five years, and he died before the end of that so he never had a chance to clear his name.

Which would have been a good thing not to bequeath to us his descendants, but perhaps he had no choice in the matter. Sometimes you just die and you cannot vote from the grave. That would only be illegal.

Thus, now the board is only a list of five names of persons four of whom are unknown to me. Anyway, there was no reason to revive an organization that would only resuscitate the position of slave laborer to some San Francisco people of whom nothing is known, only that they hate us, or at least they hate me.

We ought to be glad that we are born free of that gallows humor so prevalent in San Francisco.

We ought to cast off and be free of the yoke of San Francisco. If only I had understood some things back in the day, but I was not aware or confused about many things.

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Yes, I often hear the Tinker people screaming in the background, because they want to return the favor of the Clan McClellan coat of arms which features the skewered head of a man, black or gypsy is not clear, and yet the Tinkers are claiming that it is their ancestor's head on the spike. I really do not know one thing about it, only saw the picture. What a horrible classmate to have, no?

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Yes, I noticed that you were identifying Helen as black, even though who would know what person you are talking about in regards to that. We never met Helen, although we have recently learned of Helen's existence and that there was a Helen also descended from the same Hugh Calkins as ourselves, our common ancestor having come to America in 1640 from Wales, although she died in the 1980s. There is no clone of Helen here at this address, thus we really would prefer to avoid the headache of your lousy horrible Rude and Curt Cooking.

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Yes, I always did think that it was weird the way our publisher and our editors all go into a raging furious lather at the mere mention of Bill's name. Puzzling. Why should I have a special attitude about Bill? Bill Who? Why should I care about Bill's not necessarily unusual political aspirations? Lots of people do that all of the time. I had never heard of Bill before then, and then they are expecting me to gratuitously add their own derogatory comments about Bill to whatever, even though there was no rational explanation for that except that they hated him. It was a personal thing for them, but for me I was trying to do my job. It was embarrassing to see my byline attached to their jumble of junk. I do not want to be remembered for that.

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During the time that I was working at a newspaper in Haines City, my boss Max asked me to write a series of articles, which I agreed to do, although perhaps I could have said no, but it was a job, and said articles were published in a special section, for which I was given some awards, which often do materialize in the form of plaques and certificates that are presented at meetings by persons of authority. So that was nice to get a plaque, although that was really not the reason why I did that. It was my job. I was asked to write the stories. It really wasn't my idea originally to do that. So maybe I do have some plaques stored away in a drawer somewhere. So?

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Yes, I vaguely remember Cheryl Rubin, who was my co-worker for maybe three months, shortly before I was fired. Cheryl moved there from Clewiston shortly after that other co-worker girl from FSC had been fired. (Do I have to explain that I am not related in any sort of family way to the Robinson-Rubin tribe?) So at first Cheryl was friendly and talking about her coverage of the sugar industry and how her boyfriend who works in the sugar industry helps her to get access to some sort of information about that. That is the only thing that I can remember about her now so that is probably the only thing that I would have ever said about her if I ever talked about her to anyone, which almost never happens because I forget about these people after a while unless somebody asks me specifically about that. Later on, Cheryl's main focus of attention became the finding of fault with me. She and Max seemed to be working together to find things wrong with me, which would not be hard to do. So, yes, I suppose I was no longer needed so much, now that they have it all under control, so I was fired in about May and then I moved home to South Florida to look for the next job. So it is a bit awkward to have this firing on my record although I am not sure whether I am legally required to mention that on my resume, that there should be some reason for you to be so interested in making that known to everyone on the planet. There are some things that I would not do again that way if I had a chance to do that again, thanks to the learning experience, but anyway I do not consider Cheryl to be any personal friend of mine, that I would care to be reminded of her insignificant and briefly non-supervisory role in the sugar industry. Thus, I cannot imagine there being anything that I would need to discuss with anyone in regards to Cheryl.

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Yes, when are they ever going to let me out of the jail they built for themselves without any help from me? I so much don't care about going there, you understand, knowing that the whole thing is merely a farce for their own entertainment, based on who knows what points of ancient history, of which I can only imagine not very much.

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Yes, how coincidentally interesting that the surname of my boss in Haines City, Robinson, was the same as Karen Robinson, who worked in the library at Regent, and also Cheryl's last name is Rubin. What is this, a tribal plot? I cannot quite put all of those dots together, but certainly there are many coincidental things about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that while working in Haines City, a new co-workers was brought in, Cheryl, who was saying that she had previously worked in Clewiston, where she had been deeply involved in combatting the sugar industry, and also her boyfriend worked in the sugar industry so probably she had a special way to get her insider information about that. Later, after Cheryl complained about me in order to get me fired, so whatever. Two and a half years was long enough of that anyway.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that when I was working at Lockman's years ago, that after a co-worker Irene Cool was fired, I was called upon to do some of the work that she had been doing. Not meaning to be disloyal as a friend, I was surprised that she was fired, although I did remember her saying some very gossipy things about Bob, the president of the company, who sometimes seemed erratic, but Irene seemed to know all kinds of other things that I have no idea where she got all of her information about that, I did not understand what her point was, or what to say about that. I was just happy to have such a well paying job doing things that I rather enjoyed for the most part and that I found very interesting. So her loss was my gain, in that sense.

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Yes, this might not seem like an emergency to those nasty rich people who sit over there twiddling their thumbs and making a huge mess. But to me it takes away all my time, all my energies, just to keep keep my head above water so that I don't drown. Which is NOT fair. Something has to give.

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Yes, I can sort of imagine that Maine would thus be packed full of lousy jokes about the Spanish Main, thus giving you no place to be poking me.

Yes, wouldn't that be nice if I actually had some actual money in my hand to pay for all of this nonsense, because certainly from experience we see that nasty rich people never do anything helpful, they only sit there on the other side of the room glaring hatefully and saying nasty things about us behind our backs.

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Yes, and if you are all going to behave like such ex-communicators, you will understand why you have been crossed off of our list, because anyway what communion does brilliant me ever have with these clueless primitive Amish shunners? None. Absolutely none. We could not care less about your artificially contrived Amish angle. We never had any Amish or similar in our family tree.

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Yes, I find it difficult to understand why I should be expected to pay for the crimes of Jill. I cannot begin to verbalize the weird things that trashy Jill said that you are attempting to attribute to me. I just have no idea where she gets that.

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Yes, I have heard you say to "Bill Dean," but for what? Why should I charge Dean for being a boring bland milquetoast of no interest to me? There is really nothing wrong with that. He cannot help himself. He cannot help it that he has nothing of relevance or interest to say about anything.

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Yes, why all of this chatter about guns? I never owned a Gunne Sax dress in my lifetime, although I do remember seeing some of that on a rack in a store somewhere and thinking that maybe they do look sort of cool on some people, although not me, besides which they were a bit too expensive for what I could afford to pay for something that would only be worn once or twice only on special occasions, thus to vaguely resemble by great-great-grandmother's prairie bonnet or something like that. No, I do not have time discuss the meaning of the Gunne Sax brand. Life is short and then you die.

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Yes, I do remember Letitia, who was our seamstress or sewing person when I was in high school in Central America. She was very good at making clothing for us and the price was quite reasonable. I have not seen her since then so cannot comment on anything beyond that. Other people that we knew also were her clients.

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Yes, I know, if only I were guilty of something, wouldn't that make your job so much easier? Yet there you are, always hovering about waiting and watching for me to trip on stair or whatever, just so you will have something to report to the higher-uppers. Maybe I could help you with that, but then again maybe not.

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Yes, there you go again, making it seem as if I were the worst of sinners. As if I were intentionally telegraphing those messages when actually it is you who relays information directly to the Witches' Guild, where the information is obfuscated and redistributed in a gobbledy-gook format which makes sense only to them, because their only purpose is to wrest control away from me, even though there is really nothing to control, because, whatever, I will be leaving the planet soon anyway so they are saying that I should not be allowed to have any control over my own interests and how I am to be portrayed in the media or public life or private, which is of course frustrating to anyone, but anyway, life is short. My time on earth will soon end and then it just won't matter anymore.

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Yes, I often hear you prattle on about the topic of treason, as if proving loyalty to my spoiled brat cousins were somehow a test of patriotic sentiment. I already am evacuating the planet in an orderly way so that those nattering nabobs of negativity can have everything all to themselves, all without me, which is the only thing that they wanted. What more is there to say about that? Now that blood type information is freely available perhaps you can find an easier, less stressful way to strain out or kill off the monkeys eventually. Thus, the monkeys can get a clue. The monkeys are leaving. Well, at least this monkey is leaving.

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Yes, sad about my predecessors who shot themselves. Whenever and and if I should have to take up the mantle of such power, assuming the finances were provided for, there would be no places for cousins in my government. Thus, we see their desperate clinging to a power that never belonged to them in the first place.

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Yes, from the first, it has been difficult for me to understand what possible conservation there could ever be between myself and the garment and/or rag dealers of New York. I took sewing lessons in seventh grade but do not consider myself particularly advanced in the skill or art of sewing. Why should I bother with sewing when, anyway, suitable good-enough off-the-rack items are not so expensive nowadays and do not provoke so many derogatory comments about my sewing skills or lack thereof. My needs are simple. I do not need that much in the way of sewing.

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"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things came into being through Him, and apart from Him nothing came into being that has come into being. In Him was life, and the life was the Light of men. The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it." 

Yes, Yakkety Yak Yak. I vaguely remember during college we were listening to the endless chatter emanating from Mr. Clayton Light from Yakima, who was telling us about his adventures as a sound engineer or producer for Keith Green, who was a very popular musician at the time. Light had his opinions about Keith Green, not necessarily all positive, because he thought Green was a tyrant who kept them working long hours. Even so, Green's music was very popular at the time so they must have been doing something right.

Later, I tried to say something to his wife, thinking that I was being friendly, and she was actually quite rude. Thus, I am finished with trying to socialize with this paranoid sourish crabapple Mrs. Light.

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Yes, there you go, yakkety yak yak. You were saying some things about Tibet and Wood, but I could not understand where that was coming from. Tibet is the farthest thing from my mind, actually.

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Yes, something really ought to be done about this relentlessly stupid People of Frisco. Do not be too surprised when I blow your trashy Maine truck out of the water, which does not constitute me Spanish or other nationality, only not a fan of Maine's.

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Yes, how well I remember Joan Keller at Lockman justifying herself with the quote: "Muzzle not the ox that treadeth out the grain." Yes, so, what are you saying, that we cannot have a piece of cake after all? I am confused. Yes, what with my penny collection, you might assume that I knew something more about that, but actually if you had assumed that you would be wrong. I did not know anything about that. Appearances are not always what they seem.

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Yes, she does not in any way resemble my aunt, Linda, and even if there were somehow a family connection to Linda there, although no one ever mentioned this, that would not highly recommend her to us, actually the reverse, given that we already consider Linda to be one of the nastiest most vicious horrid persons in the family tree unfortunately.

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Yes, how strange that all of these people, cloned copies perhaps of boring Cori, are obsessed with shaming me in regards to not working, as opposed to them who work so hard that they deserve everything and are thus justified in taking everything away from me. Even though my mother had said that she did not want me to work too hard so that I could enjoy college. Ok, so wear yourself out slaving at the local taco place and then later try to pretend that you are somehow high class. Um, not really. You are only demonstrating your peasant mindset, actually.

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Yes, it is very inconvenient for me to have this vulgar hideous dog Terry always screaming at me, as if, although actually I never had the slightest connection to or prior knowledge of this person and her whereabouts. I have NO family connection whatever to that horrid woman. No one ever mentioned her existence until I went to Virginia and learned some thing I might have never known.

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Yes, what a pile of "free" garbage you dumped on me. Was I supposed to thank you? I do not feel very grateful for that.

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Yes, perhaps we should all be a little more like the little servant girl who told her employer or slave owner: “I wish that my master were with the prophet who is in Samaria! Then he would cure him of his leprosy.” For that only is she remembered in the Bible. But of course we cannot all be in the right place at the right time. Sometimes you can lead a horse to water but you cannot make him drink. 

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Yes, it does seem a bit strange that you should be so consumed with the farce of electoral politics of the Democratic variety when it becomes patently obvious that the point of your game may actually be the institutionalizing of a Blood Royal monarchy of the Spanish variety here, for which purpose the obliteration of any of these Irish pretenders would seem to be a cinch, a foregone conclusion, thus to pave the way for Spanish pretenders. What pathetic resistance could the Irish in America present to your Blood Royal pretensions so ominously prodigious in numbers? We already know that you are the biggest of all consumers of royalty magazines. Why not bring that here as well? Except that we do not have the ancient history that seems necessary to really stage that properly. And wouldn't the Blood Royals of Europe have some pressures and influences to put on that, whereas the Irish are mostly gone. We have no knowledge of any Irish pretenders, nor do we appreciate these attempts to farcically throw us into that position. The point of our history is to cultivate good citizens who will govern themselves. We cannot just say off with their heads the way you did, nor we had thought of that. We can only hope that things will work themselves out eventually because this is a country where people do not think of using power is such unilateral ways. Have you no internal compass to tell you what NOT to do?

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Yes, they are such a pestilential nuisance. And yet, the straining of a gnat is not necessarily going to solve the problem and might even kill the patient.

And who are you to lecture me, you who glean all of your erroneous information from the mentally retarded Turtles living in a separate parallel universe who have nothing of relevance to say as far as we are concerned.

They think that a Seattle address alone puts them at the head of the pack, even though we think that Seattle is merely a manufacturer of wiring and computer tools that may certainly be useful for the exchange of ideas, but yet, what ideas? whose ideas? Since when did Seattle have any helpful ideas? Certainly NOT helpful to me.

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Yes, I know, the world has changed. We can no longer consign these boring people to The Bridge whenever they start to leak all over the place. They do not have the same principles that we have in that regard and yet we have to pretend so. They look so married and yet they manifest such a desire to also eat white girls on a doggie dike platter. And there is nobody to fight that. If you do not have a man in your life, whether father or husband, you are a defenseless prey. Needless to say.

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Yes, after I stopped going to Spanish Club, only my first semester there, Sherri Turnbull was telling me that she had started going to Spanish Club and that she felt uncomfortable there because she felt like everything was being planned with me in my mind, which I thought was a strange thing for her to say, because I was no longer going there, and also I have no further plans in mind for them. I do not wish to prolong this Spanish Club experience when I don't have to.

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Yes, I suppose that we could discuss the particular accent of these Mexican maids, but that would not necessarily be helpful given that I spent eight years of my life in a Spanish-speaking country that has a different accent, not necessarily better, just different. And in South America they disdain the Northern accents. So there is another game that I would not be able win, not that I would try. That would be to miss the point.

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Yes, I vaguely remember during my first semester at college in California I went on a date with Carlos who I met at Spanish Club, which I was attending for a short time, but it is mostly Mexican. So anyway, during that time I met Shari Valdez and some other people who were friends of his, but then later I stopped going to Spanish Club and never saw much of Carlos and his Mexican gang, except that time not longer afterward when I saw Carlos with his new girlfriend, I don't remember who she was.

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Yes, it is very unfortunate and inconvenient to find myself framed and set up as some sort of poster child for somebody else's cause that means nothing to me, and I do not even know who they are, and yet they have the money and political clout to completely ruin my life only because they can, no matter what I say or do, only because of some obliquely overheard links that were meaningless to me at the time and of whose importance in continuance I would not have been aware had they not obfuscated matters thusly. I do not think that is fair, and yet I can see where I do not necessarily help anyone by exposing everyone to the virus that seems to be following me around everywhere I go. I could just commit suicide but that would be so messy at a time when my primary concern is to secure my admission to heaven, hopefully. How can I discuss the mental illness of Dummies when I was never there and do not know anything about that? Which brings matters to an unsolvable impasse. Meanwhile I must continue to eke out a miserable existence somehow, regardless of these irksome posturings and crowings about nothing much. I utterly refuse to pay for whatever they did. Enough said about that. I could go on and on about the comprehensive development of Western Civilization, but life is short. Where is my exit check?

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Yes, it was a huge relief to everyone to hear that Deidre has returned to her home in Louisiana where she belongs, so we no longer have to worry about her idiotic rantings behind the scenes here. Life is already complicated enough without this annoying horrid Deirdre screaming in the background.

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Yes, it is somewhat inconvenient to have this vulgar hideous doggie dike Diedre from Louisiana here trying to paint me as more of a dog than her own annoying self. Ha ha ha! Can't she just look in the mirror and see what a horrible nuisance she actually is?

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Yes, I agree in some respects about that but even so it is hard for me to argue with mother when mother is always right about everything.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing your sick jokes about Shareia law and I completely do not see your point. I completely think that is nothing to joke about in such a sick way. Local Rules Rule for the most part and mother knows best, which is the best way to avoid getting involved in your bizarrely hyper-legalistic scenario of nightmarish proportions. There is no reason for me to be lured into a further sick dialogue with Max-related whiners desperately seeking a publicity that they really did nothing to deserve.

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Yes, easy for you to pass yourself off as a native with that yappy little pug dog from Ecuador on your staff. I never had that advantage, never will. If there is not going to be any suitable place for me in the future, then obviously I am not going to want to return. Needless to say. No reason to prolong this conversation.

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I am not yet sure what you imagine "it" to be. I only know that you display erratic thoughts. One moment you almost seem to like me, the next moment you express such utter loathing of me, while at the same time protecting and coddling that vulgar hideous little pug dog from Ecuador. You make no sense at all as far as I can see.

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Yes, how well I remember the one year that I attended Evangel, where you generally start by socializing with the people on your dorm floor, with occasional devotions and various team activities organized by dorm floors. Even so, it is very inconvenient for me to be socializing with those nasty prairie dogs who have sharp little teeth and they are always chewing on the furniture and after a while that does a lot of damage even if I never said anything. It is very inconvenient to get stuck on the same dorm floor down the hall from this reform school dropout Guildwitch. How do these clueless people all happen to be attending such a college? And there she is crowing behind my back about how she will be running things next semester. I have got news for them. They are all fired. And then I went to another college and had similar problems. What a mess! The cleanest way to dump them all is to just never go back there. I already have enough problems without their idiotic rantings. I would think that the best way to do that would be to put them all away quietly, without making a fuss. And yet there you are continuing to make a fuss. Blah blah blah blah blah!

I noticed that the trashy Guildwitch has moved to Mexico. Well, good riddance. This is not the way to deal with this problem, but since you are only asking for the worst, that seems to be the only thing the only part of your limited vocabulary that you can get.

Deuteronomy 29:14-21.

Luke 11:33-36, 46, 52.

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Yes, in a way it is sad that we are leaving Jimmy festering in his fetid swamp. But they have crossed too many lines and now there is nothing to do but ship them home to their "Nights in Montreal" home base, because we really do not care to be reminded of the what little we overheard about that on TV or in the newspapers.

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Yes, how depressing to be called on the phone by one of your trashy bimbos. How many times do I have to explain that I have not the slightest idea of Jimmy's bimbos and know nothing of that beyond what I read in the newspapers and also I do not care to learn more. Thus I will not be able to "help" with the configuring of that. If someone was ranting about that online you can be sure only that it was not me so I see no reason whatever for this vengeful scheme. All the more reason to steer clear of Jimmy's filthy dirty Louisiana swampland.

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Yes, it is a bit weird how these tycoons of television are yapping at me, almost as if we were acquainted, when actually not. I have no connection at all to them and their billion dollar financing deals. I hope that you were not expecting to get that from me. I haven't got anything to contribute at this time.

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Yes, what was the original question? You were asking me to comment on this warped story that was being circulated about how we had somehow denied our castle to little Stevie Bueno, which somehow became the spark that inspired the Castillo Del Rey project. The truth is completely different than that which was being circulated. One evening the Buenos and maybe some other people were all over for dinner at our house and somehow the subject came up in the conversation of the McClellan castle, and how although it is a foggy reminder of ancient times for many McClellans in America, actually in those times my Mom said, laughingly, that we would only be the maid, if lucky enough to live in the castle, because in feudal times it was only the big shot who lived in the castle, and everybody else was a dependent or serf or bondservant in the feudal sense. So that was the only thing that I can remember about that conversation, that the castle idea is a laugh. And furthermore, if you do the research you will see that there is really nothing left of the McClellan castle but the outer walls, no roof, nothing inside, and if any tourist can go there for a guided tour if you pay the price and show up on time, probably. So nobody was trying to disappoint little Stevie, but reality is what it is.

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Yes, it is hard to imagine why South Carolina would ever feel themselves under some responsibility to put me somewhere. Perhaps you have mistaken me for someone other person. As soon as I get my exit check in hand, South Carolina would not be the destination that I would have in mind. Ben was my Dad's uncle, not mine.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that when we visited Texas one summer we visited the home of my mother's uncle, and there we met cousin Beverly and her husband, whose name I could not remember later whether I heard what it was, although we were introduced, but I was busy eating lunch and they only stepped in for a moment and then they went into another room and we never saw them again.

I never officially heard the details of Beverly's divorce later. I really have no idea what happened to explain how it came about that Beverly's husband was discarded on the garbage heap of history, although I have heard some very bellicose things online, but nothing verifiable that I should care to be reminded of those insignificant ex-relatives who anyway would probably only want to dump me from the rights list so as to keep more for themselves, given that the pot is probably not that big to start with.

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Yes, it is unfortunate that Beverly married that bellicose person of whom I remember almost nothing. But there was a divorce and apparently Beverly's in-laws someone did not get the memo. You are divorced from us now. So keep that in mind. Everything was called off. We are not interested in continuing this conversation. Besides, the rights are only worth a few cents now and then, not worth fighting about. So obviously you only care about control and power, which endears you even less to us. Who are you to command the oil reserves of the United States of America, you snarky little creep? So we should probably have the gas companies do the splitting of the baby or whatever, because either way it does not mean that much to me.

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Some of my book reports for English class were based on books that were recommended by Miss Marken, such as a book by Aristophanes, the Greek humorist, which is kept in a locked cabinet in the library, you have to ask the librarian but I had teacher's permission, and which actually did not seem particularly funny in English translation, although I suppose that a deeper understanding of the times and history and also the Greek language would improve my not particularly great impression of the humorous aspects, certainly.

Which Reminds Me

Not to smear it in your face as an Ugly American (obviously referencing my 10th grade book report), but I am a native born citizen of the United States, whether you like it or not, and I am entitled to all of the rights and privileges of such. I don't always think about that at every moment, to be crowing about it at every turn, but yes, it is hard to imagine what there could be to discuss with some persons whose idea of a president is akin to that of a petty despot or tyrant of the Banana Republic variety.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is a bit mystifying how all of these barrel-making? Coopers got all tacked together in a coincidentally weird configuration that is of no interest to me and not helpful in any way. Where is my exit check?  I am not particularly averse to moving somewhere, if only the money were available to do that. The more I do stuff the more I seem to dig a deeper hole of which there seems to be no exit.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, um, so, well, we noticed that you have recently chosen Bathsheba as the new master of your extensive harem. Which means that everything now has to be reviewed or screened by Bathsheba, even though we never met her. Yes, perhaps she can sing. But in other respects, nothing is known about Bathsheba. Yes, we not having any desire to pick a fight with Bathsheba, will not be sending back any further commentary of response on this topic. We really do not care to discuss personal matters with a person so entirely unknown to us. Know that we have already discussed these matters with Jesus, our personal Lord Savior, and there is nothing more that we need to say about that.