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Yes, it does seem a bit odd now, looking back, to think that in our one high school classroom there was a Castro and a Calabria, which is to say a Calabrese. And someone is perhaps now asking, in the newly constituted Kingdom of the Two Sicilies, which one of their houses will be the crowned rules of Sicily? And I am shocked to even hear this question now because at the time of high school that was the farthest thing from my mind.

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Yes, that is somewhat lame, their attempt to sell us distant Strickland connections in America to the Italians of Sicily, on a lame pretext that, for one thing, the Stricklands were among the Normans who first came to England with William the Conqueror, and at the same time there were some Normans who, upon returning from the Crusades, settled in Italy and eventually became the kings of Sicily and Naples, but they were deposed or conquered by the Anjous and others, so that probably there are still could be theoretically some Italians still who have some distant genealogical link to the Normans, but there is nothing very royal or special about that. What? 1 or 2 percent Norman? No, there is no fit for us in Sicily or Malta, either one. Leave me out of that.

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Yes, there has been some speculation about the ethnic origins of my great-grandmother. The question was whether her father was Ukrainian or Irish, and census documents might support either theory for all I know, and some persons were circulating false rumors about her being Jewish, but more recently comes the surprising news that my Dad is actually 9 percent Chechnyan. Although that is not very much, and myself inherited probably less than that because I could never look the part, where does that come from? Apart from the simple fact that Chechnya is somewhere near Ukraine, you could try to drive from Chechnya to Ukraine in a day, I don't really see how that happened. Perhaps some of our distant cousins will be disappointed to learn that the theories of us being part Jewish are actually not true. But then again the Ten Lost Tribes are always out there circulating everywhere. Who knows what other surprising and interesting puzzles may yet be revealed by all this extreme analysis?

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Yes, I imagine that Joni of Iowa is still expecting me to come running to barge into her private session, when actually I am through with caring about the nasty people of Iowa. Needless to say.

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Yes, I agree that on second thought, it would be much better for me to leave the counseling of Dolly Bang-Bang to be carried out privately by those persons who are more qualified and prepared for that. Obviously I wasn't expecting anything of that nature. Shocking. There was something odd about the staging of that, something reminiscent of those fat ugly road hogs Iowa, as if I should care about listening to the worthless private sessions of Jonie. I cannot even open my mouth there without feeling that I am talking to the enemy, so why bother trying? Besides which, I would only be speculating if I were to say something. The proper authorities are those who really ought to explain to me how am I supposed to solve this problem without killing myself. I should be able to clear my own tracks on this planet without creating so many huge problems.

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Yes, it probably does make you wonder why this clueless tobacco dog Heather thinks she has some reason to think herself "up" in this picture. As far as I am concerned, there ain't nothing going on in Heather's empty head. You would probably get a lot more information about Heather if you would target Joan or Kathy, but of course they never tell me anything. I was blocked out of that picture, needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember some discussion online about how they are wanting to make some points about how their surname is Bueno, also a word in Spanish that means Good, so does that mean that they automatically have the "Good Mind" which deserves to be heard, because their surname is good or bueno? If so, then why does Jesus' name have some special meaning, which while there are those who take that point to an extreme, even so, yes, for believers probably that has something to do with Jesus being God, whereas the Bueno brats are Not God. Probably.

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Yes, it does boggle the mind that anyone would imagine that I would ever want to talk about that. Was I supposed to thank the Bueno brats for trying to shove their vomitous Chilean filth down my throat? I think that will never happen. I just have no idea what their problem is.

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Yes, I have often seen on maps or elsewhere pictures of the boot-shaped country of Italy, which has some little islands off shore, such as Sardinia and Sicily. Malta has so far maintained its separate identity with the help of the British who made it one of their colonies. Sicily is now part of Italy.

That being said, I am not aware of myself ever asking for the help of Sicily or Italy for any reason. I am barely aware of the existence of these places. Thus, all of their clamoring for repayment of debt is purely a lie. There was no truth to what their claims that I "owe" them something. Only in their sick minds.

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Yes, my parents recently did their DNA tests, and for my mother there was no surprise, all english and scottish. Clearly, obviously, my mother, and by extension, my grandmother, who was a Strickland, are not much related to that other branch of the Stricklands of the U.K. who are partly  Maltese, the Baron, Gerald Strickland having married a Maltese woman and they had several daughters but no son. I was not aware of the existence of these people, and their Maltese connections. Whatever. Even so, neither do I feel any affinity for or connection to Sicily. You may be hinting at a revival of the ancient kingdom of the Two Sicilies, for all i know about that. And that would mean unwanted participation in the ongoing saga of Castro vs Calabria,which I would much prefer to avoid. Part of the job of being an independent nation would be for them to make their own decisions about how to handle Sicily without any interference and/or input from me. Needless to say.

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Yes, all of these D.A.gon(e) jokes are so bad, I hesitate to dignify that fishy alphabet soup with any actual comment. The simple matter of fact is that the District Attorney of San Francisco at the time, in 1950, was none other than Pat Brown, who went on from there to become the Attorney General of California, and later Governor of California, so I don't see that he was fired. Even so, he eventually died, in 1996. No one ever said that the prosecutor was fired.

Even so, the facts of the case as they are presented in the only documents available at the moment seem somewhat Spartan and lacking in context. If you didn't want to buy it, why did you give the money in the first place, or else you changed your mind and demanded a refund, or else how did the assistant Mr. Longwell assistant get his hands on the money without the permission of Mr. Schmidt, all of which begs the question, why is this petty complaint pending in the criminal courts? If you died while on probation, can there ever be a satisfactory answer to the complaints of either party? We cannot bring the parties back from the grave to continue their conversation. We must rely on what few written documents that are available and may have survived the backyard fires over the years, if any may be found.

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Yes, and I can see that you have gone so far as to put your lips on that slimy contaminated repulsive thing, the Blarney stone, and so often that they may need to use a blowtorch to get that thing off of you.

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Yes, I remember hearing that Lynda has some special clue about money, but she did not share the details of that with me.

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Yes, I have a hard time understand why all of this irrelevant pantomime and signaling about Martha. I really could not care less what Martha does with her vast fortune. I just have no idea what you all are talking about in that regards. Her locker was next to mine in high school, but beyond that there is nothing else to say. I wasn't paying that much attention.

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Yes, and who does not admire the amazing Olympic accomplishments of medal-winning swimmer Tracy Caulkins. But, even so, there is no "u" in my name.

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Yes, I imagine that if you really did want to purchase the castle, anciently the headquarters of the Strickland family, but who knows what distant relatives live there now, you might be able to negotiate with the British government and their National Trust to purchase it, because only they would know anything about that, and I imagine that perhaps a billion dollars would go a long way toward accomplishing such a purpose. Even so, I imagine that the extinct titles which have other political and personal meanings are sometimes impossible to resurrect only for vanity's sake. Probably you would need to earn your own titles in the usual way.

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Yes, truth be told, beyond a few superficial points, I am really not Irish. I have more reasons to identify my roots as English or Scottish than Irish, for all that matters. Did not Hugh Calkins immigrate to America from Monmouthshire in Wales? Yes, what need do I have of these Irish blusterers?

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Yes, and I can sort of see that the scripting department is chomping at the bit, waiting for me to make some rude comment about this brood of odd-looking mutants that you have produced. And I am waiting for you to shut up already because actually, anyway, whatever, I really don't care what you do. I don't get anything from you. To me you might as well be the clerk at the lawyer's office, make sure you type my name and address correctly when you mail my royalties check, for all I care about that,

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Yes, it is a bit disconcerting to hear that these semi-savages are intending to skin or scalp any persons whose skin color they do not like. Terrifying. Where is the justice?

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Yes, I did not ask for this big headache, or why it was thrown upon me, so it is hard for me to understand why anyone else would want it either.

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Oh, is that the Trap-Fords I am hearing in the background mooing and bleating as if they were animals and not really persons of any intelligent thought worthy of verbal expression? I have no reason to be dialoguing with irrelevant persons of no interest to me, although there is always the thought of Walter Strickland, possibly a common ancestor, but you have to go all the way back to Tudor England to figure that out, and what else is there to say about that? If it were a matter of money, we have nothing to bestow upon them. Sorry about that. And we are trusting them to take good care of the old castle without us having to worry about that, or else the National Trust of England will help them with that, and also their house in Malta is not really my problem. So what else is there to say? I have no reason to go there.

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Yes, I do remember having seen that move, "Hello, Dolly!" Even so, I do not care to apply for the occupation of matchmaker which I leave to other persons and/or busybodies. I really don't care that much about who marries who and all of that. You would have better luck in New York or California if you are looking to hire the famous singer/actress Barbra Streisand to orchestrate your life. But as for me, I do not think that I would need Hollywood for anything.

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Yes, I had completely forgotten about the existence of Heather from South Africa, who married one of the tobacco chewers and returned to her home country, where race relations were unimaginably horrible. Even so, I do not recall myself whether ever discussing that topic with her. Not meaning to sound callous and unconcerned, but fortunately for me, South Africa is not a place that I would ever have to go. I do not recall them ever offering me a job, that I would have some reason to go there.

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Yes, I vaguely remember Lynda talking about how she went to some choir festival and sang with some black choirs. She is also a pianist. Lynda said that she really admires how they sing very loudly, the main concept seeming to be loud as possible, which actually, to be honest, does not necessarily pique my interest. I mean, what self-respecting white person wants to sing in a church choir where all of the music is written strictly for black people? I already know that I cannot quite match their sound, so why bother trying? Let the church choir be its black self, and let us white people find other things to do than serve as cut bait for this black choir game.

Yes, I am not averse to the creating of a separate music department for the black choir, and then we would also need a separate music department for the Latino people and their reedy-sounding voices, and also a separate department for the Italian opera people, because if you are not well steeped in the opera lore it makes no sense, and what self-respecting white person wants to be mistaken for some caterwauling Italian diva. I would leave that role as the sole dominion of Kim Coffero and also Jennie. And then we would also need a separate music department for those Czech folk dancers who never bothered to pay tuition so we cannot find any chairs for them. But of course all of this splitting off will leave a few extraneous persons without any reason to be there. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that it was actually David who was the odd-looking blond gringo singing and sticking out conspicuously with a group of Salvadoran singers. But whatever. I cannot quite see who is having a snit about that.

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Yes, I heard Carmen chattering online about her plans to harass and abuse me using her ex-boyfriend Ulysses, except that he died, and also I never had any conversation with either of them, so they really have nothing on me with which to actually do that. I see that you are obviously disappointed to learn that actually none of your accusations are true, that your case has fallen flat and that you have in the process proven yourself to be definitively a liar in this picture. Can't you find someone else to harass? Why always me?

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Yes, what was I thinking? I should not have stayed at SCC beyond a year or two, or else changed my major and done something more realistic and productive for me, but for some reason I felt that I was stuck on a track that I sort of instinctively knew would fail me in the end. There was something hollow about that.

Even so, I think that it is a matter of self-preservation to reject certain persons from being my close friends, which they are not. There is no reason to continue this conversation that never got started.

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Yes, it somewhat boggles the mind to contemplate that anyone would lend such serious credence to the idiotic rantings of that pathetically stupid mentally retard Debbie Tracy. She plays piano very well but in other areas there is not much brain activity going on in her empty head. She is always angry with everybody, especially me. But I don't care what she thinks. Everybody already knows that Debbie Tracy is only a pile of garbage.

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Yes, I remember hearing them talk about how they are the race of the reed flutes, you know, the thick canes that are hollowed out and holes punched to create a flute, a primitive recorder, which has a particular reedy sound identifiable as such. Using such a reed or cane flute, all they have to do is punch the buttons and blow to produce the sounds. Except, of course, that if the reed or cane flute is broken, there is no music. There is just a thin and hollow sound of answers blowing in the wind.

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Yes, don't we all have to do things that we don't want to do sometimes? But what specifically are you expecting me to do? If only I knew what the question was, maybe I could say yes or no. But not knowing or remembering what the question was, and my functionality mostly disabled, there is nothing that I can realistically do about that.

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Yes, whatever you may say or think, I well know that i have absolutely zero connection to the May-gun. Coincidentally, my birthday was in May, but that has nothing whatever to do with your May-gun. You can have that worthless piece of garbage. I won't need that for anything.

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Yes, we have all heard about how "he gently leads those that are with young." Which does not necessarily mean that we are going to let the mothers of small children run the show. You already have your work cut out for you, and if you cannot raise up a new generation of godly children who will follow the Lord and obey the laws, well then, maybe the next generation will have better luck next time around. Needless to say.

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Yes, I often hear someone boasting and bragging about how they are paying for it. Fine, that might work for you, but I am not included in that bargain and/or deal. I have to go get a job and pay my own way, because not a penny of their stupid money trickles down to poor little me from whatever it is that they think that they are doing, which, even if they are paying a lot of money to do something, is not helpful to me in any way. They might as well not exist for all the good that they do for us. Or else I could just not exist. There was a divorce in our family, and Linda's tribe of idiots is no longer connected to us. They are just on their own and should not be expecting me to participate in their nonsense.

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Yes, there was a divorce in the family, my mother's cousin Beverly having divorced Richard Declined, so probably from the bizarre interference of the nasty Declined family, one can easily imagine that there was probably some very good reason for that, although I really would prefer not to be burdened with the details of what happened between these persons who are very tangentially related to us, there being not much reason to ever think of their existence, if it were not for Henry Strickland, our great-grandfather. Thus, there would be no reason to explain myself to that vulgar little potty mouth slut Sue Declined, which I imagine could be easily arranged if she so insists.

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Yes, I am always shocked and horrified to hear that nasty vicious little dog Sue Declined yapping in the background, always so utterly rude, always on the attack, as if she had any brain in her empty head. hmmmm.... And does she have a cousin named Karen?

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Yes, there is no law or contract or transaction requiring me to discuss with Java Boy, the contents of my 12th grade term paper on the topic of overpopulation, which involves many complications. I am not required to discuss anything of a personal nature with the Devil. There will be no deal with the Devil and/or Max and/or Java Boy. You do not have so much leverage on me as you seem to have imagined. I did not purchase the drugs offered for sale by the classmate of Debbie Lange the one time that I visited her school with her. That is never going to happen.

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Yes, thanks for clarifying the military mission of the petty despots of broadcasting. Even so, I am not your belonging, as if you could just shave me off without any complications as if I were nothing. There will be complications. There needs to be a more humane way of providing an escape hatch for poor little me, because I really don't care so much about "surviving." My talents would just be wasted on this broken schematic. I have already agreed to evacuate one way or another, check or money order matters not. I just need my escape hatch. Thank you.

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Yes, I vaguely remember, speaking of journalism students who were boasting loudly of their future career in broadcasting, I can easily see that you have mistaken me for Machelle Bush. But I really wouldn't know much about that. These political people of various appellations, whether you vote for them or not, they are not necessarily going to be helpful in any sort of personal way. Perhaps they are expecting us to babysit their assorted connections while they are busy with more important matters such as ruling the nation, which in a way makes sense for them but does nothing for me. I was a print major. I really don't care that much about broadcasting careers. But some people would prefer to never let the facts and details get in the way of their preconceived schemes and notions.

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Yes, it is true that I had already read Danuta's book, which I had found in the bargain bin of a discount bookshop, and I too was surprised at some of the things that I read there, so that it sort of made sense to see that there was a rush to find her replacement, not that I would ever think of applying for that job. I never had any illusions of being that photogenic. I already know that I am too short to be a model or similar profession. I only read the book.

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Yes, I vaguely remember during 4th or 5th grade visiting at the house of some girls we had met, maybe at school, and they were explaining to us their disdain for Beatles' music, and their reasonings were very good, they were making a lot of sense as to why to never listen to the Beatles, and they might have liked everyone to vow to never listen to the Beatles, to always hate the Beatles, and yet I do not remember myself necessarily making any promises in that regards, because, I don't know, for one thing my cousin Karen had already taken us to a Beatles movie that she wanted to see, so that did not seem to require codification to such a dogmatic extreme, and just as well, probably, because nowadays, in present-day culture, this music is piped in everywhere you go, there is no getting away from it, and you might say that the words are not understandable, but then again sometimes you catch yourself singing along, and suddenly realize that you did understand at least part of the words, and more than that would not necessarily be a good thing or worth the effort, given that we were warned to stay away.

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Yes, the thought has often crossed my mind, to ask something about how my name got on the hit list of North Carolina when I never had the slightest connection to their Bakker machine. Saw them on TV a few times but so did how many other millions of people? not a such a huge fan that I would care to be reminded of that later.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that I never thought to ask Greg whether he was a student of Buda or was he a Pest? Anyway, I was not expecting or wanting any further information from Greg. I suppose that you would be expecting me to pay if I had wanted to participate in your fancy cruises to Hungary and wherever. And where am I supposed to get all of this magic money to do all of these amazing things that I never really wanted anyway? How am I supposed to pull all of this magic money out of a hat? You are so ridiculous, as usual.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Jan was talking about the saga of Danuta, and how her biographical book had contained some surprised that were previously unknown to her audience. Also, Jan said something about Terry, although I cannot quite remember how that went. She had seen Terry, who sometimes appeared on the show, somewhere, but that was a time when mostly Sheila and Tim were holding sway. I really wasn't paying much attention to the backstage drama, but I cannot speak for some other person who might be better informed on these points.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that while I lived in Virginia, for two months my roommate was Jan from North Carolina, but then she moved out so I had to find someone else to help with paying the rent. Jan was full of insider gossip and I think her boyfriend worked at CNN. Even so, I cannot remember now much about that. I imagine that it is probably a nice place to work for persons who have skills in technical production work, which would probably not be me.

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Yes, all of which reminds me that I could name some names, but then again that wasn't my problem. It is hard for reasonable people to understand what you were thinking, but then again I really don't want to have to listen to you talking about your boring life.

What idiot could ever be romantically interested in marrying that creepy old toad Solomon, who already has 300 wives and 700 concubines? Obviously, you were only in it for the money and the power, the old geezer himself being only an incidental problematic accessory to your dynastic ambitions. Needless to say.

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Yes, I often hear hints of the recurring plot theme highly promoted by Italian magazine witches: They stole the husband that I had left or abandoned. Ummm, for one thing, I never had a husband, so this plot line can never happen in real life, liar. No ring, no game. Also, all of your efforts to install a husband for yourself to steal later have fallen flatter than a flitter. And also, I do not recall myself ever abandoning a man worth keeping. But if he wants to go, I cannot stop him. As they say, you can lead a horse to water but you cannot make him drink. Your bizarre obsession with the worthless dregs that I had discarded is actually sort of fascinatingly stupid, but that is who you are. Useless to engage in dialogue with vulgar trashy harem bimbos. Needless to say.

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Yes, this is somewhat awkward, how would I know what crazy thing Libby said or did whenever? I wasn't paying that much attention to Libby's existence that I would know what was going on with her. I heard that some people were wanting to plug me into her Puerto Rico machine, but I did not like that idea. What random insanity would be the result of that, given that I have no idea what is going on over there on the other side of the alphabet? They know very well what they purposely and deliberately forgot to tell me about, so I imagine they must be find it very amusing to hear me floundering for answers that I never heard in the first place.

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Yes, when the roll was called in high school classrooms, it was my habit to say "Here," whereas some other persons would say, "Present," although I cannot remember exactly who. I don't know who was keeping track of the "Here's" and the "Present's." I only know that, I don't know, somehow it seemed more normal for me to say "Here," (as in "Here I am, send me"?) and not "Present," whereas some other persons apparently sell themselves cheap. However, that does not make me a Norwegian dishwasher, and yourself the dish.

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Yes, what was Robin's last name? I remember hearing that she was expelled from school, but I refrained from asking more questions about the why of that, because given that what she did to me was so ridiculous, one can only imagine what else she might have done to trigger her own expulsion might also be unspeakably weird or more so.

I do remember her talking about being originally from Buffalo, a frozen waste of no interest to me. And are all persons from upstate New York so neurotic? Makes you wonder.

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Yes, if I had known from the start that your only thought was to ruin my life, I might have said "No" to the first question, thus sparing myself the trouble of arguing with boring mindless party drones. But  not being fully informed of where I was going or why, I was a bit slow to notice some other things going on behind my back, so now there is nothing to do but dump you in the garbage later, sorry but this whole scheme is too stupid to try to explain in so many words.

And anyone conspiring with that hideous dog Robin would be automatically expelled also, so, yes, we should all carry on as if Robin never existed, which means that never happened, because it was all her plot, and I am not such a fan of this canned pineapple, with all of the original flavor almost completely gone. But for fresh pineapple, it must be a certain type of pineapple.

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Yes, these men or boys from school are so incredibly egotistical, as usual. One must be very careful not to give them the wrong impression, no encouragement whatsoever, nothing nice to say about them, because they would read too much into anything that I might say, as we know from long experience, better to just leave them in the deep freeze whenever possible.

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Yes, I expect someone else to do all of this ridiculous homework without me having to lift a finger to explain anything about anything, because obviously anything produced by them would be not worth mentioning, given that it has almost nothing to do with me. But then again, sometimes I also get led astray, because, I don't know, perhaps because I am also human and because their tricky sticks are just that, more tricky than my little mind can imagine.

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Yes, it is a bit bothersome to see how a simple matter of translating a word, a very common and general word of no particular interest unless you are conversant in the particular street lingo of Chile or the Southern Cone, could risk bringing us into contact with such repugnant gutter-brained porno stars of zero language translation ability, whose only aspiration is to star in a repulsive porno movie. They are disgusting!

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Yes, the witch chattereth on about the Great Expectations plot, as if a stopped clock were right all of the time, and not only twice a day, once again proving that a beauty Queen does not a Prophetess make, or so the script goes. And poor Miss Havisham just sits there in her rat infested hovel contemplating the moldering cake never eaten, but you have already had your cake and eaten it, too, so what is that to you?

Probably no monarch wants to share the fate of King Uzziah, who for taking upon himself the duties of a priest, when rebuked by the high priest Azariah, was afflicted with leprosy and had to live out the remainder of his reign in a separate house, isolated from society to avoid contagion, and was later succeeded by his son Jotham, according to 2 Chronicles 26. Or was it Azariah who was the king afflicted with leprosy, later succeeded by his son Jotham, as in 2 Kings 15? Either way, the fate of the leper king cannot have symbolized any great strengthening for the monarchical office of King, one can probably tend to imagine. And the office of Prophet also held no prestige. Who wants to be hounded by evil King Ahab and his wicked Queen Jezebel? A Prophet might find it preferable to hide away in some remote cavern, fed by birds, than to risk the onslaught of Jezebel, one might safely imagine, given that is how the story goes.

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Yes, so you think that you can see me. Well, the truth might even be stranger than that because we read that book a few years ago, although at the moment I have forgotten the title, maybe I will find that again someday. At the moment, I only remember that it was written by an anonymous sailor, but if you want to put your name in the blank space, well, that doesn't necessarily put yourself in the best light either.

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Yes, I sort of noticed that you had mistaken for one of those Italian magazine witches who were in my high school class. Just because we were all at one time in the same classroom, that does not mean that I was paying so much attention to their magazine mutterings. I don't do that. You really should be interrogating Kathy or Joan about the details of that. It is hard for me to understand why you imagine that I would know anything about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was talking much about that novel "The Picture of Dorian Gray," which was not among the books that I studied in English literature, but perhaps there were persons of other younger classes that did study that book. That is not a reason for me to read a book that seems might be rather horrifying when I really don't have to do that. They were also talking about "The Governess," but that was not my job.

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Yes, it is unfortunate that the AG no longer has a separate organization to take care of these overly exaggerated Italian drama queens. Nobody really wants that magazine garbage. Get a life. But I know more specifically the certain persons of whom I speak, not that I would think of making a list. One hopes they would get a clue about reality without having to name them, now that they will be forced to immigrate and adapt to reality on the ground, but then again some people are such control freaks.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that Bobby Bueno was somehow involved in the organizing of the Olympic Games that were held in Los Angeles in maybe the summer of 1984, of which I remember hearing something about that, that they worked at the stadium, or something similar, but even so, I am barely acquainted with these people and I know almost nothing about the Olympic Games, only what I see on television, which is enough for me. As a general rule, I am always happy when my country wins, and we do have a lot of medal winners in our Olympic lineup, not meaning to boast, but facts are facts, and numbers are numbers. Even so, I am not particularly interested in sports in a personal way and have no ambitions or thoughts of personally competing on that level, whether amateur or professional, either way. I see no reason why I would have to explain that. All you have to do is see me flopping around on the parallel bars during P.E. class, the one and only time I ever tried to do that, and you would understand why I am saying this.

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Yes, we are concerned about threatening comments to impair our work ability. And how are we supposed to pay our own way and function in society? After all, this is the United States of America, where everyone who can works. This is the United States, where labor laws are color blind. This is the United States, where I am not expecting to find the same little brown peasant faces staring at me everywhere I go and watching everything I do. Get civilized, go away and stop staring at me, or maybe they will send you home to your Third World roots. Go get a job!

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Yes, it does seem somewhat strange to me, all of this irrelevant chatter about blacklisting. No one ever said anything about blacklisting anyone, nor was your name ever much in our thoughts, given that we have never met, and you live way too far away for us to ever think of going there. All of which makes it seem ridiculous for the lady having a snit to be protesting too much about blacklisting that never happened. Life is too short to spend it hanging around with vicious nasty people who seem bent only on destroying the planet and life as we know it. You ain't nothin' but a hound dog whining all the time.

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Yes, we can now more clearly see that you have chosen for yourself a perch in a cage at the Hamburg Zoo. It was your choice to do that. Nobody asked you to do that to yourself.