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Yes, I vaguely remember that during college the music of Keith Green was very popular, but unfortunately he died in a plane crash in the 1980s along with some of his children and so his career was cut short. His music will probably still be popular for years to come, but without anything new coming out of Keith Green's musical composition to stoke the popular song machinery and generate publicity, there will probably be not really much more of interest to say about Green. We heard that his wife Melody remarried and then divorced. Many people still have some of Green's albums although, yes, as with all popular music, we like it and think it good when it is fresh and speaking to the times and contemporaries, and then later time happens to all and it remains to be seen what will survive of that for a longer and more lasting posterity.

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Yes, I so much could not care less about hanging out with that horrid little yappy brat Kim, especially not after all of that. I so much could not care less about learning the intricacies of her soap opera career in Caracas. I am only certain that I do not know the half of it.

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Yes, I vaguely recall during high school once babysitting that hideous little monstrous brat, Andrea. I do not particularly appreciate later hearing online a pile of nonsense from Andrea, but I am not in a good position to be counteracting that. That is not my full-time job.

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Yes, the truth is that high school teachers are kind to these term paper efforts. They give us good grades even though looking back it almost seems like someone else wrote that, so much do I not recognize any thoughts processes of my own. But it has my name on it so I cannot deny my own authorship. There not being any recognizable reference point, I can only admit that yes I did see that movie, "Cheaper by the Dozen" on television, although I never had any personal thought of commenting on whether that was planned parenthood or not. Sometimes people who want to have children cannot and other persons with many children did not necessarily plan it that way when they first got married and started their family. So, yes, sometimes life is not fair and that is just the way it is, whether planned or not. It is awkward to see how some liberal Democrats are trying to interpose their unwanted and unplanned agenda upon my unsuspecting authorship. My chosen topic of any book I might write would not include anything to do with planned parenthood. Needless to say.

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Yes, I cannot help but wonder who sent that horrid Stacy to come here to hatefully scream at me? I prefer to avoid such nasty viciously fanged and clawed creatures, actually. You have no place to be confronting and screaming at me when your own life is probably not so special, actually, although I do not actually know the specifics of who she might be or why I should care.

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Yes, besides which I always completely avoided pukey stupid Tom throughout high school, and nothing has occurred to change that.

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Yes, perhaps you are asking why I am attending Mark's church and not Tom's church. And I will answer that I really don't see any difference. Either way, nobody cares about what happens to me. It's just all about them.

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Yes, I vaguely remember at my high school graduation, that Amadeo was our salutatorian and gave a very long speech all in Spanish, so probably that went right over the heads of the people from "special" Spanish. It might have been Pastor John Bueno, our expert in Spanish language, who commented about that speech and said that he had used all of the hardest and most difficult and complicated terminology available to the Spanish language. Yes, well, there are different levels of Spanish, obviously. I also would not be able to navigate some of that without the handy online dictionaries in almost every paragraph and Google translator help. Without the Internet I would never have gotten very far. Thanks anyway.

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Yes, our church denomination, the Assemblies of God, prints a variety of materials such as manuals for the teachers of Sunday School, which each teacher elaborates upon in their own way. You could always try to find the manuals and learn something to fill your empty head.

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Yes, I do remember that during high school we, my family, on Sunday mornings attended the Evangelistic Center in El Salvador, where at least part of the time Max was my Sunday School teacher. I still have the little membership card to prove that I was originally water baptized there at about age 16 in that church baptistry, although not by Max. Ok, so you also have met Max, that's nice. Ok, fine. I don't have very much contact with Max beyond Sunday School class. That's pretty much all there is, only Sunday School class.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing Marty complaining about how she got arrested while visiting France because she got on the train without buying a ticket. She was telling us the story about herself. It's not like we asked. Thus, I find it puzzling to contemplate what is your problem. I mean, how hard can it be to go to the ticket window or kiosk and buy your own ticket? Thus, I find it hard to feel sorry for such ditzy scatterbrains.

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Yes, I vaguely remember having seen Beverly's ex-husband once, but last I heard they are divorced and, either way, they have NO contract on me. No contract, no deal. Sorry, but the Kleins are not my in-laws and I am under no contractual obligation to like them when I really don't. Go ahead and kill me too, I really don't care what they do, there is really nothing so special that we are withholding from them, what gives them the impression that I have some prize for them when actually there is just nothing, just a big fat zero.

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Yes, all in all, it is better that I NOT go to Louisiana. I might be too tempted to avenge myself upon some people who were so mean to me. It just wouldn't be worth it to even try.

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Yes, I realize that population control is a very big subject, a many-faceted discussion full of express and implied complications, permutations, etc. etc. Although I did write a high school term paper on this topic, which was an assigned topic, not really my idea, which had to be 20 pages long so I was able somehow to fulfill that requirement, although I cannot quite remember what I said about that, there were many sources, even so, it is unfortunate that I am not able to expand upon this topic at this time, myself being unaware of although suspecting that there are other background factors that nobody has yet explained to me in appropriate terminology. Yes, wouldn't it be nice if I had the money to just do whatever research I would need to do to satisfy this curiosity without having to worry about a job to pay the rent?

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Yes, I suppose that someone should be asking them, what is it like to have radiator fluid flowing through your veins, not really blood. How easy for them, with all of their accumulated wealth and power, to patch or cobble together a pile of garbage with which to kick little monkeys out of the lineage. Which, I don't know, maybe it is just as well that I leave now, whether sooner or later, because the result of that is that I really don't care what happens to them either. A firing is not a hiring, obviously. I don't know about you but I can get a hint.

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Yes, I vaguely remember during the short time that I was attending a certain church in California, in Diamond Bar, that Barbara, the wife of the college president who I also knew from some music classes, was there one Sunday and she commented to me something about the low quality of the disciples there. Yes, just look at those trashy low-level peasants such as worthless garbage dog Alana. Ick! Of course, in retrospect, it seems a bit odd that the Barbara would be having such a snit when her own son and daughter-in-law are also the most low-level peasant trash. But we only know that now after hearing their idiotic online emanations.

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Only more recently did I do some research and learned something about the money that El Salvador paid during the Central American fiasco in the early part of the 20th century to some persons who were blocked from doing their development project in that country, so they were not able to realize the expected profits. So perhaps you are saying that Alana was not a recipient of the money. Oh, I had not been aware of the money. The Central American fiasco of 1920 is not something that one studies in high school or even college and even so, knowing that now, I am absolutely certain that I am not related to the people who did get the money, so that also means nothing to me. So why are you always screaming and hollering at me about nothing? I have important things to do such as getting a job and building my Social Security parachute. I have no time to waste on irrelevant speculations about other people's money that is of no concern of mine. But if you want to give me some money, fine, I really could use some compensation for all this ridiculous level of harassment. Just to scream about me for no reason is so ridiculous of you. But, yes, if you are going to be so heavily enforcing Chilean slang terminology so completely unknown to me, then perhaps there is a precedent established for recovering the potential profits of a project that was forced to end in abysmal failure due to such heavy handed strong-arm tactics. Although I don't know, projects fail all of the time and people lose money and have to write it off their tax bill, so why should I get a special deal in that regards? So I cannot quite say what should be done about making South America feel the pressure of knowing that we actually not so gullibly naive as they seem to imagine. It would be nice if there were some beneficent authority who would take it upon themselves to make these Solomonic decisions without me having to take it upon myself to steal the money.

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Oh, look, there on TV, there is Amy's stupid stupid stink bomb lady. Ha ha ha! You obviously got all of your information from that worthless Alana Haze, who never did have anything intelligent to say. I have long since moved away and no longer have the same phone number so you will not be able to stage more phone calls from Alana. I think that we should lock you all up in a prison cell with Alana and see what the result might be. But then again maybe not. We already know that Alana produces mostly stupid stink bombs.

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Yes, there are some advantages to living in the U.S. now, such as being able to completely forget about "Tony." I could not care less about reconnecting to "Tony." Worthless "Tony" in the aspirin garbage dumpster. I will probably die soon because I am not taking orders from stupid horrible "Tony."

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Yes, I vaguely remember when I was a young child saying something about wanting to be famous when I grow up, which was a childish thing to say and I cannot remember now even why I said that or what I was thinking. I do not think that way now. Even so, your harping on that point continuously ad nauseum does nothing to endear or recommend to me your shallow cardboard box personality. You probably get all your information from that Doctor "So Be It," who attended that defunct medical school that was in Oklahoma, a repugnant prairie state to which I have no loyalty or attachment that I know of. My family, we go to great lengths to NOT be confused with those horrible Okies.

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Yes, it is hard for us to understand why the son of our college president would marry such an illiterate low-level peasant dog who is often heard online spewing her filthy poison all over the place. The president is not dead yet so there is no opportunity yet to correct this problem.

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Yes, if only I had known when I first started college what I cumulatively know now about the horrible Craicks family, but it is too late now to send those ghetto broomsticks home to Chicago. Better to commit suicide now than to be ruled by some nasty vicious peasant dog whose only claim to fame is having the college president as her father-in-law. Arf arf arf!

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Yes, I suppose there are several ways to tell that story. For example, I could charge them with calling and spewing their Chilean obscenities upon my mother, sending her into a prolonged state of mental confusion and emotional distress. Not very nice of them.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during my time working in Central Florida, my boss, whose name was Max, when assigning some stories for me to write, said that he just knew that I would cover it like a tent. That seemed like a peculiar thing for him to say but, whatever, I did my job 8-5 and I am gone home now. The newspaper building is now a car parts business and everyone is gone now.

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Yes, it is confusing. Who is this Stephen Barth, a Jewish rabbi of San Francisco, and why is he claiming to be related to us? I really can't quite find the connection. Barth is a fairly common name, especially in Germany.

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Yes, I vaguely remember seeing the name of Rose Schott (1838-1903) somewhere in the genealogical charts of my ancient ancestors of the 19th century, although she was not a direct ancestor of mine, possibly the aunt of my great-grandfather, who married Henry Schotte.

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Yes, I agree that there are some words that one sees printed in books a multiplicity of places in the most academic, dryest, generally matter of fact, categorical sense or meaning of the word, and yet if used in general conversation provoke the most negative emotional reactions in people, and for that reason should never be used.

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Yes, I had a cold a few weeks ago and although it is gone now and not infectious, my throat is still irritated. Hmmm

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Yes, what was all that chatter about the Oracle of Delphi, and what sort of occupation would that be? Nobody does that. That is a page out of ancient history. And now they are saying that it was probably the dangerous gases emanating from a crevice in the ground that were making the Oracle woozy in the head. And then the prophecies of the Oracle of Delphi would be rewritten by the handlers to mean whatever seemed more convenient. So what does that prove?

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing something about my Dad's cousin Elizabeth who has an ex-husband whom I have never met and do not know one thing about. There is no reason in world for me to be discussing anything of a personal nature with the ex-husband of my Dad's cousin. And how would I go about notifying the proper authorities to have that guy arrested for trespass or being a public nuisance or whatever?

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Yes, I vaguely remember that while at SCC on a few occasions, a collection of miscellaneous persons got together in the college gym to play some informal games of volleyball, coed, only for recreational purposes, although certainly, there was one particular guy who would get very angry if his team did not win, and although certainly it is nice to win, it does not always work out that way. If one team wins, then the other team has to lose, obviously.

Not to be confused with the official volleyball team which I did NOT try out for. It is hard for me to understand why I have to explain that, and why did the actual team explode, and why I should care about that. It is too late now for me to care about participating in organized college sports. I only did the minimal PE credits required for graduation. Enough said about that. I try to be nice to these college sports people and attend their games once in a while, but I wasn't actually a huge fan of sports generally speaking.

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Yes, this is a bit awkward. How do I go about suing the CIA for trying to shove these horrible Italian people down my throat? I didn't do anything, didn't know anything about that. Why are they eager to "catch" me making some "mistake," however small, so that they can use me all for their selfish and greedy purposes? And then whenever I do whatever they want, I just look like an idiot. I think that something is very wrong with this picture.

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Yes, the summer we first moved to Florida in 1976 we stopped at Panama City for a few minutes to say hello to Fran and the girls who had been in El Salvador for a couple of years. We have not seen them since then and have no plans to return there. It is true that a few years ago while browsing Facebook, it looked like they now have some special connections to the DR or Honduras, which is no concern of mine. I do not wish to reopen that worthless door and hear those two little monsters again screaming and yowling.

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Yes, in a way, I really do not mind leaving without further ado and not having to do go through that. The only problem is that there is a financial glitch. If I were Catholic I could try to join a nunnery but Protestants cannot do that. Yes, I suppose that may seem puzzling to some people, but it really should not be a problem for an able-bodied intelligent person such as myself to go get a job and collect my Social Security parachute and all that. There is no reason to be discussing these personal matters with some unrelated persons. If there were a specific job offer to consider that would be one thing. But to just spend years and years carrying on about nothing much, ridiculous!

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Yes, I remember that my Dad has often explained about how my Dad's Uncle Merritt was a bitter man who refused to forgive his father and even refused to have anything to do with this own father. Nothing good is expected from Uncle Merritt. Grandpa Calkins, on the other hand, was a person who did forgive his own father and took care of him in his old age, so that is what we are supposed to be doing in terms of our Christian duty. And why are we talking about these family matters online? Do you not know what your own name might be?

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Yes, it does seem a bit puzzling, why would the Wilsons be expecting me to pay for their crimes, if there by any? And why do these Italian beggars not recognize their deep-pocketed Wilson Sugar Daddy? Why is nobody asking or answering these questions?

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Yes, if you are trying to say that Shari was banished, I would completely understand and willingly comply with the rules of that. She is always so quick on the draw, easier to just pretend that she does not exist than to try to explain what is going on in her head.

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Yes, my mind just goes blank when I see Iowa screaming and hollering about nothing much. I have not the slightest connection to Iowa. You must mistaken me for someone else.

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Yes, this ex-wife box certainly does not fit me or my circumstances. I do not have a rich husband to bankroll any off-the-record excursions. Perhaps you could talk to the lawyers about how to dismantle that "stuff."

And do not be imagining that I would never figure out how to play that "Devil's Advocate" game. The "naive simplicity" label belongs to Linda. NOT ME!!!

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Yes, I am very much a Christian who has a personal relationship with Jesus and believes that to die is to be with the Lord.

That said, I had not realized at first, but you should know that because you are completely amalgamated to Terry, that means tha we are now divorced. You may talk to the lawyers, but not to me.

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Yes, coincidentally, it so happens that last night I was watching an old move starring Gregory Peck, from 1956, called The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit, which is very long and boring, but you can find it on Youtube now, and it is about an advertising executive in New York, who is a veteran of World War II. It is a very long and very boring movie, but it does raise a couple of interesting questions:

1. If I am NOT deaf, as was the famously deaf advertising executive Earnest Elmo Calkins, does that make me the maid who plays a bit part in the movie?
2. Do these Italian pipsqueaks really seriously imagine that they can attach some paternity claim onto Calkins, that would provoke in him this desire in him to pay them some serious money in the form of annuities and/or trust funds?

(Ha ha ha! I am getting a little bit faster at this game. Years ago I never would have made any of these connections in this way to that. During high school, my mind would just go blank after any conversation with those psychotic CIA agents.)

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Yes, in cases of murder the evidence is presented thusly:
Colonel Mustard in the Study with the wrench?
Mrs. Peacock in the Kitchen with the lead pipe?
Miss Scarlet in the Ballroom with the knife?
Etc.
But Clue game says absolutely nothing about the character of the murder victim, his merits or demerits or anything of that nature.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Dauna was talking about the case of Mary Jo Kopechne, who died at the bottom of a river in a car that had somehow fallen off a bridge late at night, while being driven home by a married man. Dauna seemed to have some knowledge of the actual Kopechne family and how they came to a financial settlement with the Kennedys. They have some points about Mary Jo and her lousy character, as they see it. Even so, however that may be, the public in general tends to think that the character of the murder victim is not the relevant issue in the case.

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Yes, so what you are saying is that I must expand upon that comment that I made to Dauna, because you don't understand what I meant by that. I sort of remember something vague about that, but it would not be worth the effort to try to explain that further, given that you are not capable or else unwilling to comprehend anything that I might say about that, even if I could remember what I said. So if the net effect of that is that I kicked Dauna to the curb, well, I had not thought of it that way, but if those are the rules of the game as you see it, then it must be so. Dauna is fired, or at least she does not work for me.

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Yes, if only I had chosen a career in advertising, then perhaps the billionaire fat cats of New York would have some lame excuse or pretense for continuing their faky charade of pretending to be my employers and/or slave owners.

However, as matters currently stand, advertising and/or New York has not done anything helpful in terms of supplying my paycheck or personal funding of any sort. Quite the contrary, you are obstructing my basic human rights to life and liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Thus, the way I see it, the fat cats of New York ought to go away and stop harassing me. I don't care who you are. 

If you had a specific job contract with reasonable compensation to offer that would be something to review. But just to shoot the breeze with a bunch of annoying fat cats up in New York, I really have no interest in doing that. Go away! Shoo!

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Yes, Nancy who? I do not think that I know anyone by the name of Nancy. When I was born, my parents told me that they deliberated on what my name would be. Nancy was one of the options discussed, but the option of Nancy was discarded in favor of who I really am.

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Yes, and if I heard another horrible "Rainy" joke....

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Yes, I am not unaware that due to an accident, or not, of blood chemistry, I forever have this AB attached to my blood work. Even so there is a limit to how many AB jokes I am going to tolerate from Goulash Gregory. Ick! Where does that stop? ABbyss. ABess. ABysmal. ABominable. etc. etc. I do not like how that sounds.

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Yes, sorry. I ate the cake. Interesting how when I was younger I could bake a cake and eat half of it and not gain that much weight. However, it is not so easy for me to do that at my advancing age. There is only so much cake one can eat without starting to feel stuffed and want to stop.

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Yes, I remember hearing about how some of the top ministers of the Dantesque mold want to set themselves up as a sort of noble aristocracy of the ministerial variety. Far be it from me to deny anyone their perks and privileges of office, but I really don't have very much interest in discussing these points. It is hard for me to understand the extreme level of interest in that. It is not like that would ever do anything to help me, needless to say, so perhaps my silence would be deafening.

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Yes, I do remember that quite a while ago and why don't you remember that we were hearing from the Catholics who were explaining their non-response to the messages of Marco Polo from the emperor of China. They were talking about how Marco Polo was such a bad example of a Christian, not anything that they would want to be associated with, much less build a church upon, so messages coming through Marco Polo were mostly ignored and not much was done to send missionaries to China until the 19th century. Yes, we understand that sometimes there are principalities and powers of the air that limit what Christianity can do. And if some people are refusing to have their understanding improved or refined there is nothing to be done about that. It has to be a voluntary thing.

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Yes, I have noticed the not very interesting fictional plot that you have outlined, or should I say hole-punched, for me to fill in the details, as if I would know anything more about that. You really do not deserve to have that dignified with any further acknowledgment of your existence.

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During the soccer war between El Salvador and Honduras in 1969, we were living in San Salvador and there was a citywide blackout for about one week. At about 6 p.m. the electricity was turned off and stayed off until the next morning. In the evenings of that week we would sit on the terrace listening to the shortwave radio. On the news it was saying that the first lady, the wife of the president of El Salvador had left the country with a suitcase containing all of the money of the country. Then we dialed around on the radio and found a broadcast from Honduras. The news there was saying that the first lady or wife of the president of Honduras had left the country with a suitcase containing all of the money of the country. From which we learn that during wartime both sides of the conflict are sending out the same propaganda messages. But don't involve me in that because w were probably still there on a tourist visa, not having a residential visas until the second term.

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Yes, I can totally see the your logic in herding all of these annoying Gonzos for future deportation to Honduras. If you cannot behave like a free citizen of the United States, well then, exercise your tyranny elsewhere.

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Yes, I vaguely remember when I was living in California, talking to Sharon Turner, and she was telling me or us about how she was really bothered because George the pastor had preached a sermon, she said, in which he talked about the times he was going through financial difficulties and did not tithe, and how sometimes that is true for everyone, which message was found very bothersome to Sharon, because shouldn't everyone tithe? There is a principle of the tithe that all pastors are duty-bound to uphold. And then later Sharon's conversation came back around in a very twisted configuration so that pretty much nobody can remember who Sharon Turner ever was or why we ever thought it was safe to talk to her, while George advanced to the post of president of the denomination. So these events do nothing to confirm Sharon Turner's version of the story. Needless to say.

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Yes, I see that you have assembled quite an elaborate Dutch "Mata Hari" crew. I hope that you were not expecting me to participate. I really do not want to see my name attached to that worthless pile of garbage.

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Yes, I have noticed that Blondie is playing what could a very dangerous game although I don't understand enough of that to really say anything. What side of the fence is Blondie really playing? This is not clear. Such muddy waters make it impossible for us to join Blondie at the bottom of the Dutch Sea. I rather look down my nose at these little Dutch milkmaids, because, really, that is better than to let them get under my skin which they are so eager to do. It is so pathetic the tricks they play trying to get under my skin. Ha ha ha!