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Yes, I hear that the Devil is Crouching about as a lion seeking whom he may devour, scary thought. So obviously you are to be avoided. You are not invited to my life.

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Yes, I remember that during our years living in El Salvador we often had a constant stream of guests staying at our house. For months at a time our living arrangements would have to be somewhat rearranged to accommodate our guests, who were staying for day or a week or two weeks or whatever the case may be. On one occasion I remember we had guests for six months continuously, and to expect me to remember who they all were or even their names is too much to ask this much later, although I do remember that on one occasion there was an elderly woman who was caught by my mother. The woman was smoking secretly in our house. Apparently she was a recent convert who could not control her craving to smoke, not yet being delivered from her addiction to nicotine. My mother informed us of this event after the fact so I really do not know what exactly she said to the smoker woman when she was apprehended. I only know that really what did you expect to get from trying to trick my mother, you will just lose, you cannot get anything past my mother, needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember the couple of months or so when Jan Green was my roommate at Evangel. She made a big point of saying that her auburn hair is actually dyed, unlike mine, and that I will probably condemn her because of that. Ummm.... Actually I am not going to say anything about that, even if only because I cannot have this dreary Green witch yanking me around emotionally that way. But enough said about that.

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Yes, I really do not understand what is their obsession with Sue. What would that mean? I only remember hearing Sue talk about her Norwegian roots, but beyond that I can only admit that I do not know very much about Sue beyond that she was a co-worker at one time in the ancient past. Oh, did you think that you were the Queen of Norway? That would not be my problem. We are not very conversant on the topic of rivalries amongst the various royal houses of Europe. I just never think about this topic.

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Yes, that must have been quite a stretch, trying to think of something nice to say about the vulgar foul-mouthed Vanessa. I am embarrassed to say I might be slightly related to such a stupid, mentally retarded person. And come to think of it she almost looks like a clone of that other trashy hoe Jan Green. But the Greens seem to have enough money to paper over all of their stupid mediocrities at our expense, unfortunately.

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Yes, and I already have enough complications without Carol's dreary ex-husband screaming in my ear. He ran away with some other woman, and I do not even know who those people are, and for all I know they could be anywhere in the U.S. sniping at me and I have no way to even figure out who they are or make them shut up and go away and stop harassing me.

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Yes, it seems a bit awkward all these Czechs pretending to be friends of mine. I don't even know who those people are. My name was in the yearbook so, yes, they have my name, but beyond that I really don't see what else there would be to discuss with Czechs.

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Yes, that reminds me of that Israeli girl who was attending our school for a couple of months during maybe ninth grade only because an earthquake had displaced her family who had been living in Nicaragua, where they worked for the Israeli embassy there. So we were chatting a bit before class started was how I learned these few points, because I suppose somebody has to be nice to these displaced persons, and that is almost all that I can remember about her, although I cannot remember her name. She was not in the yearbook because she was only there temporarily due to the emergency in Nicaragua. Perhaps Ronit could fill in the details about her.

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Yes, I remember hearing and/or reading in some magazine that Mick Jagger, the lead singer of the Rolling Stones rock band, had married some Nicaraguan woman whose name was Bianca. Beyond that I know nothing about it. I have no insider information whatsoever beyond what anyone can read in the gossip columns if you should chance to glance at the newspaper or whatever. Who was asking me about this as if I should know something? I don't remember anything about those people. Besides which my high school was in El Salvador, not Nicaragua. I find it ridiculous to find myself quizzed on such a topic.

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Yes, I remember years ago during college visiting the town of Carmel, having driven up the coast and glimpsed the Peebles golf course. Having already done the tourist thing, I doubt that I would ever return to such an expensive place now. Life is short and there are so many other interesting books yet to be read, who has time for shallow touristing nowadays.

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Yes, I always was somewhat disdainful of these mindless groupies. I might even have expressed that thought at some point, although I don't remember exactly when or why, in what context. I suppose that these groupies have their place, but even so I often congratulate myself on NOT being one of those groupies. Maybe someday I will understand the reason why I was afflicted with this irritating thorn by those dreary people, but on the other hand who knows maybe someday we will get to the other side of that and find out who really gets to heaven later. Me and my personal Savior or you clutching your filthy pot of gold even though you can't take it with you. We shall see.

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Yes, this is somewhat awkward, I cannot think of anything at all that I would need to discuss with those Italian and/or Maltese F-bombers who only later do we learn are on the CIA payroll, but obviously such a nobody as myself has no political leverage to discuss anything with these political people. How do I politely tell them to go away and stop harassing me, that I do not like their irritating magazine trail of useless baggage? It will be a relief when I return to the U.S. where I can drop them off and never have to see this garbage ever again in this lifetime. 

Sad about the Walkers rotting in a Peruvian jail but anyway that was not my problem.

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Yes, I am trying to remember who it was who actually spoke to the party people on the beach that night, because that is somewhat blurry in my mind. Oh, could that have been Leonel, Sharon Turner's boyfriend at the time, who later became her husband? Yes, of course, what he said to them was probably fine by me, I do not remember much about that. And how could I possibly think of criticizing Turner's dearly beloved late husband? And I am not even sure that I heard what they were saying. But why is this minor event a subject of nightly news? It just wasn't that important.

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Yes, it seems somewhat ludicrous that you would be expecting me to concoct some idiotic commentary about the Schotte family, persons unknown to me, although Rosanna, who married Mr. Schotte, was my great-great-grandfather's sister. Well, how about that. I just have no idea who those Schotte people might be. Might be an Ohio thing but there is not much Ohio in me. It is just all about other people.

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Yes, these are complicated matters to be discussing in front of the idiotic Turners, although I had not been so clearly aware of this point at the time. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember one day during seventh grade when some persons went to the far end of the playground and were having what they called a "love-in." The teacher was concerned and was saying to tell them to stop that and to go so far away during recess or something. However, perhaps I am the only person in the school who remembers that I was not one of those "love-in" people. I remember that from where I was standing I could hear that they were in big trouble but I was not out there with them. They protested that they were only singing songs. I do not understand why someone continually asks this question, as if there were some reason for me to have to comment now, this much later, when, well, the teachers already did whatever they did, and anyway I cannot remember now exactly who was out there. I have forgotten most of those people anyway and I really did not care that much about that one way or another.

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Yes, well, at least I have escaped the Reubenesque underworld that you are trying to explain. I do not think that I need that for anything.

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Yes, I don't know if I was hallucinating, I almost thought that you were telling me a story about Tamar, whose bad behavior could not be rewarded with honors, given the tawdry circumstances of her dubious success. I do not see where that has anything to do with us, but these stories are often placed in the Bible to explain what NOT to do. Needless to say.

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Yes, I certainly have had some crazy weird ideas in my life that cannot be described as particularly good by any stretch of the imagination. I kind of like hearing other ideas better than mine so that not everything depends only on me. Even so, I was not that clueless as to think that killing that nasty little Baptist broomstick would solve anything. Oh what a nuisance are these double-crossing traitorous back-stabbing Baptists. I wish they would hurry up and complete their conversion to non-Christian belief system so that we can hurry up and dump then in the garbage.

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Yes, how well I remember that evening when we were going to church youth camp at El Cuco beach, and due to the terrible road conditions, the buses stopped at the town and dropped off the people and baggage, and we have to walk three or four miles along the beach at night, carrying our baggage, and crossing a river in basically a canoe, to reach the campground itself, where there is a large thatched roof for the girls, where everyone hangs their hammock from the poles or beams. Walking along the beach, where it is so dark without the brightness of electric lights of the city, the stars overheard are so bright and shining, especially the Milky Way which streaks across the sky. Along the way, coincidentally no doubt, we were accosted by a group of people who were coincidentally partying on that same beach that very night, and they asked us where we were going. Oddly enough, I recognized some of those people as being from my high school. What are they doing there? Why are they bothering us? They could not possibly have known about our church camp because I doubt they would ever have attended our church. So whatever. I don't really have an opportunity to say anything or to ask them any questions. I probably would not have talked to them at school anyway, so why stop to chat here in the middle of nowhere? I still have a long way to walk to get in line for the boat ride across the river, and then it is another couple of miles or so to reach the campground. So whatever. I remember seeing them there partying on the beach but it wouldn't be fair or appropriate to speculate any further on their beach party activities. I just have no idea. Oh, did I mention this to someone?

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Yes, the only Stott who I can remember was my seventh grade classmate Julie, of whom anyway I remember almost nothing beyond her name. It is always so annoying the way these Bay Area Bees often present themselves as the only persons on the planet, when actually we were not aware of Helen and her milieu. Their names are there deeply embedded in the genealogy charts if one cares to look for them, but we rarely think of doing that, even with these new online tools making that feasible. And even so, so what? It is not like they would every do me any good.

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Yes, I vaguely remember at SCC, there was a girl down the hall who was an excellent artist. One day some people were standing around the door of her dorm and were saying to me that I should not consider myself artistic as compared to her, and then I looked in her room and I saw some of her paintings or drawings on the wall and they were amazing, she really was very talented at art, and wouldn't I just look ridiculous claiming to be artistic compared to that, although it seemed strange for them to make such a point of emphasizing my NOT being artistic because until then I was barely aware of this person being there and had not previously that about her.

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Yes, I doubt that anyone who attended our college during the late 1970s could have failed to notice the existence of the Street Theater club or troupe, a collection of about a dozen or more college students who sometimes performed their little skits during the meetings in the chapel. They were sometimes humorous, sometimes poignant or profound in their pantomime plays. Ok, so that was nice. I do not know why I never bothered to apply for a place with the Street Theater people. One of their members was Art Bailey, of whom I remember nothing else beyond the point that he belonged to the Street Theater club. Also among the Street Theater people, Heidi Baker, sometimes wearing that little daisy in her hair, was a very vocal and well-known person on campus generally speaking. I am not sure how they wired this thing in a way that makes it seem like the Street Theater people were the only persons on the planet at the time. Yes, it is a bit disconcerting sometimes to hear these people yapping as if they had any brains in their empty heads, at least in regards to me and what concerns me, and when do I get a chance to explain that? When I have more facts available to me, I would not mind attempting to explain, but my knowledge is yet incomplete. Maybe someday I could try to explain something about that, but I do not know whether that would happen on this side of eternity.

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Yes, we noticed that you are not Patricia Parton, mother of the two Johnson boys, so what does that prove? Only that the Johnsons are completely out of the Helen Calkins loop so their impertinent and obnoxious commentaries will not be necessary. Priscilla Stott apparently went on to marry Mr. Church and even so, what does that prove? Only that you are more well acquainted with these unknown persons than you pretend. Why should I waste my time telling you things that you already know anyway?

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Yes, that was interesting, and also Helen's other aunt was Carrie Ford, being married to Mr. Ford, although whether they were automobile Fords or simply the garden variety of Ford, I have no idea. Yes, there are many descendants of Hugh Calkins in America, obviously. Needless to say.

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Yes, how interesting to hear Julie Stott, a seventh grade classmate of mine, yapping online maybe about the "Mrs. Helen Calkins" to be found in the newspaper at Modesto, California, which is where I attended the seventh grade, especially now, so many years later, after having noticed that one of Helen Calkins' aunts, Alma Belle Calkins (1872-1951), was married to Alfred Stott (1868-1949). None of which proves that Julie Stott is any more related to Helen than myself, only that some people have big ears that are used to impertinently point out points that probably have no importance, beyond that some people just love to draw unwarranted attention to themselves.

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Yes, in my opinion you are still a Loser with a capital 'L', especially with this attitude problem that won't let me go. I am leaving there, I want to be free and clear of this worthless Loser and his riff-raff retinue because with friends like that I don't need any enemies. All my friends are my enemies anyway so what is the use of trying to have friends? Useless. Useless to try to 'help' these vicious Bethany sharks.

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Yes, it is somewhat awkward this situation of myself being thrown to the losing team, given that I called someone a Loser with a capital L in no uncertain terms, because I had had enough of that, so obviously you could not just let that go, let me go, because at least you have your pride, obviously, even if nothing else.

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Yes, I vaguely remember at college, Rose Wilson commenting on my handwriting and what it says about me as she looked over my shoulder. It was not until years later that I went through some papers and found that my grandmother in her youth had written to New York, to a magazine in New York, responding to an advertisement for graphology, that is, handwriting analysis. New York, in response to her request, had sent her a paper purportedly analyzing her handwriting, i.e. describing various character traits of hers that it supposedly reveals. Well, I do not particularly wish to discuss these personal factoids with New York, but there it is, the center and/or apple of the advertising universe, always luring the hapless unsuspecting citizen to reveal too much personal information.

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Yes, we noticed that you are a buzzing bee type of journalist, which means that at some point we are going to want to stop the merry-go-round so that we can turn that off of and go home and get some sleep. Not that bees don't have their place, but nothing that you said explains what actually happened.

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Yes, how could you not say that Becky was a silly nitwit always so bedazzled by the filthy dirty Coffee money? But maybe I don't know everything about that. Obviously somebody has to grow the coffee, the bags or tins of coffee don't just appear on the grocery shelves automatically as if by Star Trek replicator. But not to worry, they have a surplus of labor available for the Coffee business without any help from me.

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Yes, who can forget that romance novel written by Mrs. Hodges? I read it and it seemed sort of cute in a way, although a bit stiff compared to those of Grace Livingston Hill, whose Christian romances were quite popular at one time. Even so, Mr. Coffee's attempt to perform the role hero as envisioned by Mrs. Hodges fell flat with a resounding thud, himself being a married man and not really available.

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Yes, whatever happened to Mr. Coffee from San Diego? That was so nice of him to take us all bowling that one time when he was visiting and doing business in El Salvador, which is almost the only thing that I can remember about Mr. Coffee. Beyond that, there really was not much to say about these business people who we barely met and they regaled us with their friendly overtures but then not much else of benefit resulted, only that dispute about Becky which only parents can explain correctly. Someone was saying they would be imputing my honor later as revenge for Becky, so I get that. But whatever. That does not pay my bills so I do not think that they deserve a one-way street to do whatever they want in that regards.

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Yes, Oh, did I forget to inform Kristen about the alarming information I had learned later about that guy in the library? Yes, another alarming example of Santa Cruz. Some out-of-the-loop persons just cannot be reached for with new information. Who knows, perhaps they might even wander onto the former campus of Bethany imagining themselves at a class reunion of theirs.

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Yes, how well I remember the one time that I was ever in Santa Cruz in California, and our tour guide was explaining to us about all of the aging hippie types and '60s flower children often to be observed roaming about the streets of that quaint little city. Yes, Santa Cruz is not without its picturesque charms, needless to say.

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Yes, looking back now in retrospect, it is hard for us to imagine what Cruz might have to say about all of that if it were not for Kathy from the CIA whispering in her ear and telling her what to say. That is a lot of pressure and I do not have the CIA power plays to help unravel what that meant. Oh, did I fall on the wrong side of somebody's widget without even knowing it? Well, Mata you!

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Yes, I do think that it would be interesting for me to read that forthcoming book "Killing Santa Cruz," although I have no idea what it might say, given my lack of relevant information on the topic. Another interesting book to read might be "Killing Stan," but I leave it to others who have more authority and are more well-informed on the topic, although who knows how long that would take to appear, not really something to count on.

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Yes, we see that Helen Deborah Calkins died in Los Angeles in 1980 at the age of 80, not to be confused with the Helen Calkins who in 1918 was listed in the phone book as a dressmaker living in downtown Los Angeles. Elementary, my Dear Watson. How strange that you should so belabor these minor points.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that Helen (1899-1980), who was my 5th cousin 3x removed, was the granddaughter of Miranda Lock, her mother's mother. I, however, have no Lock connection, which means that I am not your Lock and so hopefully you were not expecting me to function as a substitute Helen for you. Also, I happen to have a huge birthmark on my upper arm, apart from the smallpox vaccination scar, so obviously I am not the perfect sacrificial victim that you were expecting. Needless to say. But it perhaps it may be convenient for me to perform temporarily to help unburden you of the hallucinations and delusions that are part of your particular mental illness, whether or not of an anthropomorphic nature.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that  there was something said about your Dutch doors. So you advertise yourself as Open Doors, but really you are like a Dutch door, only halfway open and the rest of that is private. Yes, I remember the Dutch doors may be convenient in some situations, but locks and bolts are also an important component privacy. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during high school Sandra participated in an exchange program and was gone for one year to the United States attending a high school there and living with a U.S. family. When was that? Maybe 10th or 11th grade, although I am thinking probably 11th. She returned a year later to our high school and was maybe overheard to be saying something about her experience with her other family in the United States, although I cannot remember much. Where was that? Who were they? Why don't you ask her close friend Joan, who probably would know more about that, because I just have no idea.

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Yes, it does seem somewhat cruel for you to accuse me of something, when you yourself promoted your dumpy dog Sandra to the skies, so you did it to yourself. Why can't you people just shoot yourself instead of trying to drag me into your noxious blend?

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Yes, I remember the elected harpist saying something about a favorite book of hers being "A Wrinkle in Time" by Madame L'Engle, in which travel between various alternative universes is discussed. I read it myself also but I don't know why I don't remember it at the moment. I have read so many other books since then. And also, there is not much reason for me to share more about this with these Dutch people who do not contribute anything important to the conversation. The Dutch do not pay the bills so they are mostly a waste of my time and energy. The Dutch are no profits. I cannot belong to their exclusivist alternate Dutch universe. I have to be ready in season and out of season to be able to speak or listen to all races and creeds, not only Dutch.

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Yes, speaking of the election for officers to the Musicians' Guild, I vaguely remember being there in the room and nearby I could sense the contempt and loathing emanating from Sharon Whetstone, a person who despises me although I have no idea who she is or why I should care about the existence of this tacky imitation of Lucille Ball as performed in various copycat skits at the talent show, always stuffing her face with chocolates, because beyond that I know absolutely nothing about her, just another snooty arrogant Pastor's Kid although I am only now guessing this because I have no idea who these people are. It would be useless to attempt to make these people like me, entrenched as they are in their alternate universe.

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Yes, I too might have voted for the harpist, although I really don't remember, because certainly it was not like I would ever think of voting for myself. That would be too low a gambit for my way of thinking. Besides which, the harpist was their favorite golden child, so why fight the inevitable trend. And why all of this noise years later? Well, hmmm, I don't know anything verifiable that I could say about that  and I certainly was not involved in the matter, but I did hear some online noise and static upon which I would prefer not to comment because I don't really know anything.

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Yes, I noticed that the Davenport group has a special and mysterious axe to grind, whatever that meant. I am not familiar with the details of the case involving Calkins vs. Davenport, something about a child who was or was not a Calkins and/or a Davenport. It wasn't clear. Even so, that cannot involve me. I often congratulate myself on being only a Calkins and thus not having to inherit all of their problems, whatever that meant.

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Yes, I really should have removed my name from the list of candidates, as I did not win anything in that election. At the time I was in a mind warp, but the best solution to this problem really would be for me to drop out of the Musicians' Guild, because at this point I really do not practice the occupation of musician in any way. I have long since ceased to care about what the elected harpists are planning to do over there in the Musicians' Guild. There is no place for me there and things could get too complicated way too fast the way they throw things around. I need to find my own place under the sun apart from those music people who only heap curses upon my head. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Bobby was heard to say that he could never be "happy" in the United States, part of the reason for him to return to the country of his childhood. Even so, I don't understand. Why can't you just translate "alegre" as happy or contented and enough said about that. Why this need to impose a "gay" meaning to what originally meant only festive or lively? That sets up an artificial machinery that ultimately becomes a ridiculous example of "Do-Do." But optionally you could use the word "feliz," another word meaning happy, thus sidestepping the issue entirely and leaving the elucidation of these points to the person who gets stuck with the tail end of that.

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Yes, I have performed by tiny bit part, while not having been included in the planning of the show, and that is the only thing that I would need to contribute, only my bit part, given that I had no means or opportunity of contributing more, never mind the idiotic rantings of Mark on the topic of apartments.

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Yes, that was interesting a few years later, when my grandparents' friend Ed Cole asked me to interview for a job at their office, and I did go there and was interviewed by his son-in-law, who is possibly also a lawyer and runs their business, and that was interesting to see Nancy working there, who was Lori's roommate at college, and also to learn that some of the Boone sisters are working there in an adjacent office, but later after being the job I turned it down because, I don't know, it just didn't feel comfortable, things could get complicated there.

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Yes, I have news for the Boones and Wilsons, I am no more adopted than they are. I have my own family tree, no Fry Lock issues there, and so I won't need them for anything. Besides which, the Daniel Boone TV program ended in 1970 and so will always be there in childhood memories, but it is time now for other more important things than that.

How well I remember the college talent show in which one of the Wilson's sang a cover of the Debbie Boone hit song "You Light Up My Life," while ironing a shirt with a man still attached, probably an imitation of some TV skit. There was a copyright issue because a lawyer who was attending the talent show was later investigating whether they had the proper copyright permissions in place to perform all of these things, or should be paying a fee to some organization, maybe ASCAP, to cover that. I only know what Lynda told me about that so I am not sure of what actually happened. I seem to have heard, I don't know how, that the lawyer in question was the son-in-law of Ed Cole, who was a somewhat close friend of my grandparents, although they are all gone now, not that I had anything to do with that. I have yet to hear that story clearly told. They might have been trying to throw me to the lawyer but that wouldn't work. I had never met the lawyer or discussed anything with him. There is no connection there.

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Yes, how interesting to learn that my Helen Calkins, who is my 5th counsin 3x removed according to Ancestry.com, is not really descended from Daniel Boone and the Boone family of Kentucky. The two little Frye Lock children were only adopted it would seem by the Boones. Well, Lah-didah, how about that! And even so, so what? That we may have in company with millions of people, but that is not money in the bank, you pack of Kentucky morons. That is only a bunch of Hollywood nitwits fishing for nothing much.

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Yes, that was interesting, back when Ancestry.com had a "Find Famous Relatives" button, to learn that there was some slight connection to various U.S. Presidents, so that actually George Bush might even be my 12th cousin 40 times removed, and that based on my maternal grandmother having a Pierce somewhere in her lineage, while also Barbara Bush was a Pierce. Or did she? It wasn't clear how that could be true. I really don't quite see that. But, yes, how interesting could that be. And there were similar connections to other U.S. presidents and also various famous authors.

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Yes, I vaguely remember the existence of Rose as a strangely weird person of no interest to me. I would prefer not to have to claim Rose as even an acquaintance because there was only minimal contact there, I can count on one hand the times of interaction. Always mystifying to ponder why I would have to pay for the crimes of these nasty Wilson broomsticks. You have failed to kill the nasty Wilson broomsticks in the way that you were ordered, so now there is no end of the mischief that can be wreaked by these evil wicked Wilson broomsticks. But who dares to question the arrogant snooty powerfully wicked Wilsons? Certainly not poor little me. Knowing what I know now, I would certainly recommend avoiding all contact with them.

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Yes, in all of my extensive "Calkins" research I have yet to find any "Call" in my family tree, sorry about that Florida-based kin of Walt Disney, I don't think we are related. How is that a problem?

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Yes, there is something a bit pathetic about basing your entire self-esteem on whether you have some bit of ancestry in common with Walt Disney, not that he wasn't a great American, but there are many great Americans. I wish Ancestry still had their "Find your Famous Relatives" button because when they had that, it brought up some interesting points of distant cousinship, although I do not remember Disney appearing in mine.

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Yes, I am somewhat astonished at the level of malice emanating from your so-called Disney Princess, which happens when you always think that you cannot be wrong, but whatever, who am I to say what your faith should be based upon. I prefer to believe that the Word of God is the only thing that I need for life and work, but you obviously have brought other unforeseen complications into the picture that we cannot simply ignore. We may have to prosecute evil Beth eventually, but I cannot say what for. I will let the proper authorities figure that out.

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Yes, when is the last time I ever went to Disney World? It has probably been at least 25 years, although I have been to Epcot and MGM more recently. Probably I wouldn't recognize the place. I here that many of the familiar rides have changed or been removed and others added. But at a time when there is no surplus money for Disney, probably I have other priorities than the superfluous trivial frivolities of Disney. Certainly that is not my religion.

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Yes, in researching the existence of Helen Calkins, we found another Lot option, the question of whether Bella, whose name appears on the census records, is her own mother and father's wife, or is the census taker confused. I think probably the latter, because the mother is a Lock, but anyway the census record is not clear.

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Yes, I suppose we could all be asking why are these smirky French or Italian peasants skulking around in dark corners, always thrashing around in Dieppe Do-Do. Why should I consider myself responsible for them? Is the entire weight of the world resting on my shoulders? No, I think not. I think they should find their own places without trying to blame me for their own rotten attitudes.

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Yes, I hope that you were not expecting us to coronate you the Baron or Baroness von Turner. You won't get that here in America. But we heard that you can always go back to Malta and with your vast fortune purchase one of those hifalutin titles very easily, and then who can say you whether you were born that way.

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Yes, I can easily see that my blood chemistry just doesn't fit with your slick and weird Turner stuffing. Always so negative. Wonder what that meant. Hope you enjoy your surging planet of negativity, but then again I don't really care. It just meant nothing to me. Very soon the planet will just be stuffed full of only you and nothing from me, and perhaps that the way things are meant to be.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Jill and Linda told us about the apple ciders. I only have a vague idea of that, but probably they would have more detailed information if you want to ask them, because I really don't care enough to ask more questions about that.

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Yes, from high school we learned about how vicious, nasty and hateful these horrid rich people can be. Thus it is hard for me to understand why you are expecting me to care about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that the leader of our blue team was Ulises, who died in a car accident during college so obviously the blue team has no leadership. I was a bit insulted that Carmen, who was the girlfriend of Ulises throughout high school, or else someone was saying online that I would have to do the job of Ulises. Yuck! As if it were necessary to be reminded of the lackluster blue team. Hopefully I will not be forced to comment on the topic of Ulises, of whom I remember very little. I am not going to do Carmen's job in that regard. Carmen will just have to bury her own dead without any help from me.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that our high school was divided into four teams for purposes of relay races, myself being assigned to the blue team. Our team lost but that was not surprising. How could we possibly win with some of these people on our team who are not particularly helpful. The Blue was a team to be forgotten. So Tom's aggressive red team won, obviously. No one was disputing these points.

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Yes, you are asking whether I was elected to the board. Well, thanks for the ride. We had sparkling apple ciders for you all but we drank them all at Thanksgiving in memory of some forgotten persons. Delicious. You know the brand, but now you will need to buy your own bottles at the grocery store.  Sorry about that.

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Yes, I can see that perhaps you have some non-descript vapid Hollywood actress screeching in the background. How is that my problem? You have well earned the write to be relegated to the dreary stockyards of Kansas City, which we already armchair travel passed through a couple of years ago. Is my name Dorothy that I should contest your right to be held in a stockyard pen? No, my name is NOT Dorothy so you are NOT my problem.

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Yes, who was talking about the Oz system of witches at the four points of the compass? Would that put Mount Atlas at the center? I doubt that Methodism were responsible for that, and if that was your theory, you Methodists really do not deserve to be seen or heard from again. You deserve to be forgotten.

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Yes, I am surprised that some persons have not yet heard that Helen D. Calkins died in 1980. Only recently did I learn of her existence, and even so, what is that to you? These distant relatives had their places and their times and they are gone now. No amount of conjuring is going to bring Helen back now, there is no one here to fill in the blanks. There is only one life and then the judgment, so they have gone to their places of eternal rest, of whatever description probably only they can say. I really would not care to speculate on such points.

 

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Yes, it is hard to imagine why I would ever think of socializing with that stupid little Sara Lee cheesecake, what a clueless farty tart she may be who can say, and anyway who cares. She has the vast fortunes of the Roosevelts and the Turners to disguise her tawdry non-descript past

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Yes, easy for you Spicy Hot Lee bimbos to be screeching and yodeling about nothing much, when you have the vast fortunes of the Turner and/or Roosevelt clan to cover up for all of your tawdry indiscretions. Hard to feel sorry for that. How dare you lecture me, you repulsive Turner trash!

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Yes, speaking of "heard" credits there is nothing, only my mother. I do remember while attending Evangel that down the hall lived a vicious little broomstick from Michigan, Cindy Hurd, but whatever. I do not care what those people say.

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Yes, it is unfortunate that there are no "heard" credits to be given to anyone. You people ought to be grateful that I am not including you on the tawdry list of the evils committed by John, because you just would not be able to understand or process that properly, as amply demonstrated by your own idiotic rantings.

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Yes, speaking of sewing, you should know that no, I do not sew. My great-grandmother might have been a great seamstress, but in our generation everyone buys their already made clothing at the store. Sewing has become quite an expensive hobby nowadays that few can afford. Nowadays there is plenty of cheap immigrant and/or foreign labor to populate the garment industry without having to bother clueless me.

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Yes, I see how easy it is for the pompous arrogant nasty Turner snooty witches to sit there in their private TV studio in Atlanta or New York beating up on poor people such as myself who have not the resources to even begin to understand what is the nature of your mental disease. You will not find any sympathy here for your stupid Medusa complex.

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Yes, I saw your little tourist snapshot skit on television but I wasn't sure what it meant. If I had been watching some comedy show that would make sense, but the TV news is a serious matter although I have no other information and really don't know anything about it.

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Yes, I suppose that some simple-minded people would be intimidated by the empty threats of the dreary Tinker trash. As for myself, I am not worried about them. They are actually nothing, My self-esteem does not hinge on the idiotic rantings of the Tinker tash.

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Yes, I often congratulate myself on not being related to the mentally retarded Turner riff-raff. You have an ugly girl complex that was not my birthright problem. At least I am not that hideous that I would need to be that desperate for any worthless man that should happen to wander down the hallways of high school.

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Yes, was that the evil and demonic head of Barry Tinker that I noticed you had painted on the wall? In times past such a Barry creature may have wandered the halls of our high school, but to say anything more about him would be too much overkill. Oh, did Barry have a high school crush on me? I can only say that the feeling was not mutual. Needless to say. He was just nothing. Obviously they are only thinking about themselves, but I have to watch out for myself, which means to beware of this odd reappearing Tinker garbage.

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Yes, I read somewhere that you Limenians of Ohio are known to have a notoriously tacky and tasteless sense of humor, although they may be fond of theater. Clearly you would not be hired to analyze the records. Your failed attempt to located the father of Barbara's children proves only that your efforts were incomplete and haphazard. A little more digging might easily have turned up Mr. Harsh's identity, obviously. But no, you tacky tasteless Ohioans were bent on making some pathetically bad joke about the existence of a Lot, whatever the cost. We are not amused.

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Yes, it is unfortunate that you stuck your foot in that first and did not stop to ask questions until much later, much too late, the damage being done already, but anyways perhaps you planned it that way.

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Yes, I vaguely remember the name of Brian. Does he and his wife and brother still live around here somewhere? Perhaps those guys might be surprised to learn how rarely the thought of them ever crosses my mind. I am not related to them in any way. Oh, did I make the mistake of saying hello to them forty years ago? Well, excuse me, I will make sure to never make that mistake again.

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Yes, speaking of pranks, it was not I who T.P.'d so many people's front lawns, that was my sister's hobby. She has lots of know-how about these little tricks, she could really tell you some interesting things about how to do that, such as taking all the labels off of the cans, but I really don't care very much about that type of prank. Maybe I was cured at a young age, I really don't remember much. Why bother to escalate the prank violence even farther when already I don't have very much weighty influence to ensure that I would not be the one stuck paying for other people's mischief?

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Yes, it is sort of odd to listen to complaints of dirty streets in the 19th century. What more could be expected from a society where horse droppings were an unavoidable part of the transportation system?

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Yes, it can be important to find a good aspirin when you need one, brand matters not, Bayer or Johnson & Johnson or whatever generic thing will do the job. That said, what dialogue could I possibly have with the drug industry, the farthest thing from my mind and one for which I do not have the appropriate training and education? FDA is a big agency and I am sure they have appropriate authorities in place to regulate these drug issues in the correct way. Sort of mystifying that Johnson would think that I would have something else to say about that. I say let the FDA do its job at the office. I am not there now so I cannot say much else about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember something about Barbara Wilder, although I have not seen her since the sixth grade so I really could not say one thing or another about who she might be now. I only remember that her size D shoe size, that being flat-footed, which means she had fallen arches, made some difficulties for her in regards to jumping rope during recess. She had to wear a certain type of shoes for medical reasons. That is almost the only thing that I can remember about them.

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Yes, oh, is that the dreary ORU roadhogs I hear rooting around in the leftover garbage? What? Did I forget to close the barn door? Well, at least I can now more clearly see what hit me.

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Yes, speaking of water skiing, I seem to think there were at least five of us, Pam and Craig and Victor and Linda and myself. Linda was talking about having studied advertising during her college studies and was talking about the phallic symbols that are often used there and embedded in various ways. Yes, I suppose that the primitive mind does not get very far from the basics, or something like that, needless to say.

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Yes, it was strange the way that Linda was explaining to me, while talking once after church in Fort Lauderdale, about how she does not have time to write because she is so busy taking care of her husband and children, it just takes up all her time. I had not remembered previously ever discussing this topic of writing with her, although maybe other people, that she should feel some need to explain herself on these points, as if we were competing in some sort of contest where she feels that she has to "top" me off. I really was not thinking about her very much. To me she was only a tiny blip of past water-skiing.

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Yes, there is something wrong about this Dutch condition allowing you to sit there piling on the assignments while not having to pay any of the expense of getting all these books and answering the nosy questions. Somehow it does not seem fair to be squeezed this way only so you can experimentally test how something about what to do about money, as if money were not an essential part of existence in today's society.

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Yes, I do hope that you were not expecting me to socialize with your mentally retarded idiot cousin Byron, is that a faint resemblance I noticed or the thought of such a connection never would have crossed my mind. Even so, for me to be rudely accosted in that way by such a nasty hateful Puerto Rican bimbo was just too insulting for actual words, I do not care how musically talented you might be, I just want to steer clear of them forever, leave no tracks for them to find, so tell them not to bother me.

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Yes, I often congratulate myself on not being in any way related to Greg and Linda. They have no reason to be screaming in my ear all the time. I don't want to be hearing about them.

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Yes, I am so much NOT involved in these petty campaigns for college or denominational president. But I really cannot blame ambitious Hungarian peasant Linda for doing whatever she can to promote her Bavarian peasant husband as far up as she can put him. I really would not want to interfere with whatever is going on there.

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Yes, how can I forget that unforgettable history lesson about William the Conqueror, who famously said, "Veni, Vidi, Venci" (I came, I saw, I conquered)! And even though your first name is Norman, that really does not mean that you have any special monopoly on the idea that many persons are descended from the Normans who accompanied William to England during his conquests. That might even have been a joke. So?

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Yes, I have noticed that there are too many loose cannons rolling around on deck. Or should I say cruise missiles? Whatever happened to that great American principle of being innocent unless or until you can prove guilt. But of course there is nothing to prove there, so when are you people going to finally stop harassing me? I don't even understand what you think I would be guilty of.

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Yes, it does make us wonder what was it that set off the excommunicated templates? All those reigny knights?

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Yes, I, as well as the American public, do have complete confidence in the FDA and its regulations governing the food and meat packing industry. I think that it is very convenient for the shopper to select from neatly packaged meat products displayed on the shelves at the grocery store. I am not at all concerned given that the date of expiration in question is neatly marked on the packaged meat for the shopper's information, along with other content information as to ingredients and weight.

Unlike a hundred years ago, when there was some sort of meat industry crisis which had required an overhaul of regulations on meat packing, everything is working now very well and functioning smoothly. I do not feel any great need to question how they do that. I am glad that they have already thought of everything about how the sausage is stuffed without troubling my head as to these details.

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Yes, I think we should all forget about the old colonel resting in peace. Apparently he had quite a retinue in Wisconsin and Kansas City, of belligerent persons who have no place in my life. I don't need their headaches.

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Yes, I think we have all heard the story about how my great-grandfather was a butcher by trade. 

Coincidentally, I remember during high school, during a class report given by a Jewish student, he was saying some interesting things about Jewish matters, but I don't remember. Who was it that was talking about how in Israel they are talking about the possibility of reestablishing animal sacrifices, and that would involve identifying the priestly class and the high priest, and those who would do the actual slaughtering of the animals, which would apparently signify mainly the Cohen family who are said to be the descendants of Aaron himself, although the Psalm referring to the anointing oil on the beard of Aaron, which also might suggest some other surnames also included in that, although I don't really understand what you were saying, Blackbeard?

But you were attempting to label us as Amalekites so I really don't see how that applies to us. We are not them. 

And anyway, who knows when that would ever happen. It might be much too late for the present generation to worry about such an eventuality.

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Yes, I vaguely remember the day when Cori was telling me this big long story about James her boyfriend at the time and various things that happened when they were alone together at her house in Pasadena. Later she seemed to not remember what she had said and was breaking up with James. Was that my imagination or was she trying to restage things to make it seem as if I were the one dating James? That would not work for me. I could not care less about her boring discards. I was not interested in James from Alabama. He was a completely boring person with the personality of a piece of cardboard, a description that might apply equally to her boring gang of completely forgettable persons. They no longer have any place in my life. Too late now.

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Yes, it is true that I was not happy about being stopped for a traffic ticket, but anyway, the ticket was paid off and there is need to embellish reports of the event with other things that were not said or even thought of at the time. Enough said about that.

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Yes, the thought has crossed my mind of imagining that Walt Disney must have had quite the private library collection, but whether that is found at corporate headquarters or held by the Disney family, I really would not have the slightest idea. What does it matter now? They have no lack of money, they have their corporate machine, whether or not another such a genius as Walt ever appears again.

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Yes, perhaps I did enjoy the Trixie Belden mystery stories, but soon graduated to Nancy Drew. So many confusions, so little time to clarify. The truth is that while I was employed for a certain time at a company whose owners were very Jewish, I myself was not Jewish, as also other people working there were also not Jewish,  nor did I ever think of converting, although I did read that book about Judaism that you loaned me at least partway although probably not cover to cover. There were some nice people there, even though I felt no need to convert when I already have everything I need for Christian spirituality. But due to the Biblical injunctions to obey the appointed authorities, we generally tried to comply with our boss's demands, whether reasonable or not to a point, because it is not necessarily ours to question why, merely to do or die, even when sometimes we did not really understand what your point was. Was I too compliant? Sometimes maybe. But I am not necessarily ungrateful for some interesting things that I learned there.

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Yes, I tend to think that the last thing I would need would be some strange unknown Cuban people screaming in my ear. I understand that you have your own unique idea of things, but you are not necessarily relevant on some points as far as I am concerned. These islands are all starting to blur together in my mind.

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Yes, it is somewhat concerning to ponder why the repulsive scummy horrid people of Louisiana would imagine that I would ever allow my glory to be tainted by association with them. I really could not care less about their idiotic rantings. Ignoring them is the best way to avoid that, because if you let them they will drive you crazy, and they really don't deserve the credit for anything.

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Yes, I really do not see why those Vineyards drunks imagine they would have any place to be lecturing me about legal issues, stuck as they are forever in their tiny little Butterskunk cage, and wholly lacking in legal certification. Perhaps they would prefer to live by Canadian law, but that would not be my problem.

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Yes, I imagine that nothing I say would ever discourage your evil demons from making all of those bizarre comments that I studiously ignore because I prefer NOT to socialize with the excommunicated such as yourself. Who else would think of doing such nonsense? You are the excommunicated and thus you are not invited to discuss that farther, at least not with me.

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Yes, I cannot fight against a speed-clocking machine. If the speed-clocking machine says that I was doing 45 in a 35 zone, or whatever the numbers were, Ok, fine, I cannot stand there and pretend that the truth was otherwise than what the speed-clocking machine says. Ok. fine. But all of these other personal suggestions are nothing to me. To me you are only a speed-clocking machine.

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Yes, I always thought that was so exaggerated, the way you go around screaming about guns. Only more recently did I learn of the non-related Calkins people who own some patent on gun technology, but they are not us and we have no guns here. How stupid can you people be? Is that your point?

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Yes, did I mention that I have excellent automobile insurance at the levels sufficient to handle any questions? It is a good thing that we have Auto Insurance policies in force to manage these issues and represent us in these matters, as required by law. They perhaps could also answer your questions about the relevancy of the Good Samaritan law of which I do not know very much. I just have no idea, cannot help you with that. How serendipitous it is to have a qualified off-duty medical emergency person happening to pull over and be there on site to take care of these medical matters so that I do not have to say anything about that. Apparently you were feeling well enough to be vacationing in Ireland several months later so I really do not quite see the causal connection there.

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Yes, it seems a bit late now to think of choosing whether to vote for Democrat Harry Truman or Republican Dwight D. Eisenhower, whenever those two faced off in an election, although come to find out, actually they ran in different years, whereas the losers were, in 1948 Republican Thomas E. Dewey and Dixiecrat Strom Thurmond, and in 1952 Democrat Adlai Stevenson. Sorry about that. 

Maybe you could just go to "De-Troit" and find some other excuse for making a huge mess of nothing much.

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Yes, I seem to think that somewhere it talks about the workman being worthy of his hire, which means of course the paycheck of some denominational value, fill in the blanks, the more zeroes the better, would be de rigueur, without out which no contract can ever exist.

Already your mentally retarded idiotic Sharon wreaked a tremendous havoc, thus ensuring that no confidence in your empty platitudes and promises of nothingness can ever exist between us and the Turner riff-raff. What were the other eight or nine names of the many daughters of the Baron? I so much could not care less about you pompous arrogant snooty Mediterranean snobs.

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Yes, I do not like this idea of myself serving as a clueless political pawn mediating between the back-stabbing traitorous Maltese Turners vs. the Sicilian mobsters. I really do not care about any of that. How dare you attempt to shove me into that worthless pile of garbage! My Dad has always said that I must use my head for more than just a hat rack, so your scheme of things simply does not work for me.

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Yes, that was interesting to learn, only a couple of months ago, that my Aunt's husband, Uncle Doc, although so-called only a dentist, actually had an ex-wife whose name was Dixie. Hmmm.... I never knew of the existence of this Dixie person until now, and even so, what of that? Perhaps there is a sad story there but no one ever mentioned her so perhaps I was not supposed to know about that. It always did seem strange, this your odd emphasis on "Dixie" Chicks and the Confederate Railroad. Dixie was never a thought in my mind, so obviously Dixie belongs to you alone. Dixie is your problem, not mine. And to think all of this time I had thought you were harping on Hazel.

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Yes, it does seem somewhat mystifying to ponder why I would ever condescend to socialize with your grossly vulgar foul-mouth pile of garbage. Such lower than dirt tactics do not deserve further acknowledgment. Needless to say.

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Yes, given that the thought never crossed my mind, it would seem somewhat superfluous to remark that I have no need of Kennedy's horrible bootlegger money. Those people have no place in my life. There was no reason to say that.

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Yes, there really ought to be some legally prescribed method for kicking that New York nuisance of InterPublic to the curb. You are NOT invited to my life, you annoying withholding snobs of advertising riff-raff. You are not entitled to any patent on the name of "Calkins," needless to say. Get off my back, you worthless mob of meaningless nonsense. You are full of unspeakably irrelevant medical advertising so obviously you have no place to be lecturing me about something.

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Yes, tell those horrible towel people to stop dropping things off at my house, or I will have them arrested and thrown in jail permanently. I do not want their stupid junk. I never asked for this stupid junk to the thrown upon me and I am not going to be giving them any prize for being a colossal nuisance to everyone. If I had your name and address..., but I don't. All you had to do was ask my sister.

Coincidentally, the repulsive snobs of New York City seem to be imagining, wrongly, that they own my surname, Calkins, merely because of the coincidence of their having purchased the advertising firm of Calkins and Holden, a completely separate organization, and subsumed it into their repugnant InterPublic monstrosity. 

Yes, there really ought to be some legal remedy to relieve us of this InterPublic pestilence, but I don't have any ideas. I don't even know who those people are.

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Yes, I noticed that someone forgot to cut off Austin without a dime, you pathetic little toad. You are only a nuisance to me.

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Yes, it is unfortunate, this horrible ditty circulating in dark corners of the planet. How was I supposed to get into the heads of the ancestors and  try to imagine what was meant by all of this bathroom humor? I just have no idea. I don't want to have to think about that. I don't want to be bothered by things too complicated for me.

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Yes, I understand the point about not making false accusations. I am not in a strong place to be throwing around charges and accusations, when I know that I have this inner compulsion to disqualify myself anyway, don't need your help with that.

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Yes, I noticed on Facebook that "Victor" now lives in North Carolina. Hmm... Does that mean he now lives next door to Zola? He always did like those Italians so he might as well be there.

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Yes, I cannot sort of understand your not wanting to hear from "Victor" again. All he did was brag about himself so he will have no need of me to try to think of something nice to say about him. After all, he was one of your people, from your vicinity I noticed. Maybe you even knew him and sent him yourself, while I myself really would not know much about that.

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Yes, I noticed that vicious Dana is intent on forcing me to campaign for and/or hang on the gallows with her horrible Mexican dumpy dog. Won't I always have something better to do than slave labor for those horrible whiners? And how did my freedom to do nor NOT to do fall off the wagon? I am long since through with pretending to play nicey-nice with those boring whiners. Almost makes me want to change parties, although not would not necessarily make sense either.  

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Yes, and if you really want to hear that speech for yourself, why don't you just turn the screws on Laurie and get it from the source? Why bother me with their nonsense?

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Yes, I am not unaware that certain vicious nasty Butterskunk cousins have many negative things prepared to say about Grandma Calkins, but, being the certain type of hissy snakes they are, so adept at throwing their teeth around, they are expecting me to vocalize the contents of their sick heads, but that is not going to happen. I am going to continue to ignore those nasty Butterskunk critters because there is nothing nice to say about them with that angle in view.

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Yes, I have noticed that the AG has gone Swedish, although not really, but there is an overabundance of the dull and boring Swedish there. Sometimes it almost seems as if they are worshiping other gods now, perhaps Thor, so we really don't have much in common anymore. It is also unfortunate that the AG no longer has a separate organization to babysit these clueless Italian immigrants, so there was a flood of that, not to mention California being invaded by Kansas and other displacements. Perhaps there could be other denominations of more interest than to have these Thor and/or Italian invasives hogging the airwaves, where I could feel not so much like the outsider. 

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Yes, I remember reading somewhere that on occasion persons whose occupation is butcher are subjected to the derogatory epithet of "Amalekite," although whether or not such is true in terms of ethnicity, or whether it is merely an insulting commentary on the nature of the occupation which involves the skill of cutting throats, although only those of cows and sheep, was not clear. For every steak dinner a cow must die. In the meantime you were also throwing around all sorts of epithets about Moabites, Edomites, Girgashites, etc. etc. Ok, so, although we heard these points being thrown around, it was not clear who was insulting who or why I would want to comment. I don't. I don't understand. It did not seem as if you were talking to me.

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Yes, I have noticed that some people are wondering about the nature Jim Lynzee's appointment in the capital. However, I actually do not know anything about that. Yes, I too have always been wondering about Jim's secret arrangements with Dauna that I was not able to overhear from where I was sitting at the music workshop, while they were talking he seemed to be looking at me with a horrified expression on his face, but whatever. I can live without knowing everything about that. I cannot handle their private appointments also. Asking nosy questions will not get me anywhere. You would have to get that from somewhere else.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that there is much confusion in circulation. How many times do I have to explain that NO, we are NOT Grapes of Wrath people, never mind about the idiotic rantings of Doc, only a dentist. My grandparents were from Texas, not Oklahoma, etc. etc. etc. But that is another story that I am not capable of dealing with, a past generation of turmoil that never had any connection to myself. Maybe someday I would get around to reading the dreary lurid novel by the Nobel Prize-winning author, except that I am not interesting in playing that game, maybe never. How do we politely tell these dreary "Nobel" people to go away and stop bothering us? They are not going to find any of that in us.

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Yes, that was such an unusual, sort of humorous story about how my Dad's cousin Suzanne Bates, while taking her yearlong sabbatical to travel all around the world, stopped in El Salvador, Central America, where we were living at that time, to visit us, although not having previously notified us that she was coming. All of our mail and/or letters from us bore the return address of Apartado (Post Office Box) ###. She showed this to someone, maybe a taxi driver, and was taken eventually to the central downtown post office where we go sometimes to get our mail, where after some finagling and or dealing with the post office people, she was able to obtain our street address somehow, and then she actually did find our house and visited us. How else would I have heard the story she told us upon arriving at our house about her ordeal of getting there?

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Yes, I am quite grateful that my salvation, at least in the eternal sense, does not in any way depend on the opinions of the majority of persons who may or may not be right. Who says the majority is always right? Nobody ever said that. In this broken and sinful world, the democratic process can produce only an imperfect result, unfortunately, a choice of the less of two evils perhaps, but I should not have to explain this, and if I do have to explain this, then you are perhaps too stupid yet for further dialogue at this moment.

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Yes, I can see now what I could not see before, that the Lockmans are glued permanently to Peru. Yes, Gladys might be a nice Peruvian lady who works in the office there, but what does that prove? I am sure that she would probably be happy to collect the paycheck as long as you are pleased to pay it, but still we are not hearing any reasonable explanation of what the problem is.

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Yes, if I never happen to see Mr. Fiddlesticks again in this lifetime, well, easy come easy go, that is what a fickle faithless friend is for.

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Yes, I remember during college, I myself saying to one of my roommates that, you know what, God sees everything that you are doing and saying even when nobody else is there, and you cannot hide anything from God, I said that myself, why am I not getting any credit for having half a brain? But whatever, at least I tried. But my talents on this Jenkins riff-raff, so why knock myself out? It just wasn't worth the effort.

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Yes, it is somewhat mystifying to ponder the question of who is this unknown George. George Who? I do not remember there being any George in my high school class, maybe one or more Jorge, but no George.

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Yes, it is unfortunate that Dana is so aggressive, we all now have to sit her listening ad nauseum forever and ever to the mediocrities of dull and boring broomstick Dana, a miserable state of things.

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Yes, it always is so inconvenient to be mistaken for that vulgar foul-mouthed rage-aholic Cori, always flipping into a temper tantrum if I do not happen to agree with something. How dare I say anything critical in any way, how dare I try to get a word in edgewise, thus to interrupt her continuous stream of useless chitter chatter? If you insist, that is how I felt about that, but feelings are often not enough to make any difference in the scheme of things.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Dana herself was loudly explaining to us the story of how she volunteered  herself to sing the solo in the winter concert at a time when Johnny Carl was the conductor of our college choir. There was no other way that I would know that. I only remember what I heard she herself saying about that. So, if you insist that I should say more, well, was I supposed to express gratitude for this system of rewarding the aggressive chatterbox type, so that whatever they say is amplified a million times and nothing else can be heard? I have mixed feelings about that.

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Yes, well, I certainly do not feel myself adverse to the idea of talking, if there were a need for me to say something, or assuming someday that I should have some actual facts that could be considered as reliable upon which to base my remarks, but this idea of me having to stand there mindlessly flapping my jaws while spewing a clueless line of chatter, thus to reveal more clearly how I know absolutely nothing about what you are talking about, is a problematic thing for me. Already I have made too many mistakes of this nature, to want to repeat that. Already I have seen more than enough examples of this type of mindless chatter exemplified by various chatterbox bores.

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Yes, I remember that during the year that Johnny Carl was our choir director, that Dana from Montana sang a solo at our winter concert. She approached the director and volunteered herself to perform the solo that she had prepared, and so that is how that solo was appointed. Apparently that is how these prizes are given to those who are more aggressive than myself.

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Yes, I seem to remember that she was taking special music lessons from Johnny Carl, who was our choir director for only one year, I never really talked to him myself. I suppose that must have been interesting but I really wouldn't know. I did not pursue such an option.

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Yes, hmmm.... I am starting to remember something. Was I having a nightmare or did someone actually tell me that one of our classmates from our Christian college is now married into some bizarre family of horrible 1960s rock star riff-raff of Mamas and Papas connection? How would I ever verify this point? I never talk to them, they are not really AG, you do not have to be AG to attend our college, and I do remember that she was not AG, although I did not remember what she was, she performed at some other type of church somewhere near the beach maybe, but if you say that she was Dutch Reformed, fine, whatever, she might have had some things going on there also, I really don't know anything about that, haven't seen her since college days, not sure you would be the person to tell what little I know about her, which is not very much, when it is not clear why you are asking, and you obviously do not know anything yourself, being only a knee-jerk reactionary idiot out of touch with reality. Why are you not doing time for the killing of Sharon Tate? Where did that come from? These are complicated topics to be discussing with rock star idiots.

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Yes, I remember that they were children when I first met them on a Sunday morning at the Evangelistic Center in El Salvador, but actually I did not remember their name being Gonzalez, they were the family of Raul Durón, who was quite well known in the church there. But you can change your name legally if you want to, nobody is going to ask what happened later, just a bit confusing at first to see, oh, they changed their name, but by any other name...

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Yes, what a twisted evil version of what I originally said about how throughout high school I was doomed to socially hanging out with some spoiled rotten little boys who are always so selfish thinking that the entire world revolves around only them, while I was not having any opportunities of meeting any really eligible American men of my age and my much higher maturity level; the repulsive boys of high school not counting for anything, hopefully there will be better materials to work with after I return to the United States, having dumped those little brats in the garbage dumpster. Well, that is not exactly how I said it, but if you insist.

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Yes, there was a time a century ago when some English people were the sort of colonialistic overlords of Malta or Sicily-Malta or Sicily-Malta-Italy or whatever that is. I do not consider myself in any way involved with or having any interest in such a blob of political who-knows-what-that-is. So isn't that nice, some distant cousins of the perhaps 74th? degree have a vacation house in Malta. However, we are not in line for any such benefits. I don't see where that has anything to do with me.

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Yes, thanks for reminding me that some annoying person was trying to throw me to Turkey. And that only because turkey is traditionally shared on Thanksgiving holiday, because otherwise I have nothing to tell you about the Ottoman Empire. For that you would need to find other sources, hire other detectives, not me.

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Yes, so I vaguely remember hearing that you military person went to China and shot John the Baptist. Even so, I do not want to have to think about these complicated matters. I must protest this stressful imposition of military complications, myself not having a clue what you are talking about. Perhaps the courts did whatever they had to do, I don't know, I never really read that book that I bought about that. The Wikipedia entries are enough for me to get an idea that sometimes mistakes happen. Even so, I don't see where that has anything to do with me.

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Yes, I think have seen enough already, so I don't necessarily have any desire of "getting" your vile repulsive Italian and/or Latin humor.

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Yes, it is somewhat mystifying to ponder who would have hired and highly paid all of these vile repulsive mafia trash Italians to harass me throughout high school, he constantly spewing F-bombs and not much else, all the more reason to never speak to those horrid people ever again in this lifetime. But it really wasn't all about me, was it, vile repugnant foul-mouthed stupid yappy herd of idiots from Michigan? I see other historical pictures also in the background, and you probably do too.

Why are you still reminding me of the miseries of high school after all these years? You just weren't that important, actually.

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Yes, it is somewhat puzzling to ponder why, if we have decided on principle not to take any money from those Freemasons anyway, why are we bothering to ask them for money in the first place? No one ever said that made any sense, but even so, what is an appropriate way to withdraw from an uncomfortably awkward deal without killing the poor misguided messenger? The Freemasons perhaps have their own mystical thing going that nobody understands, but whatever, it is a free country and we should not be interfering with their right of fee association, constitutionally speaking.

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Yes, I vaguely remember during college mentioning that I had voted, which involved walking over to city hall adjacent to the college, and for whom I voted, having registered as a voter there, which does reveal a party that I had always identified myself with, needless to say. Oh, did I mention this minor fact to my roommate? I don't remember there being anything else to that. But these are complicated matters to be discussing with clueless persons who always throw everything I say out the window.

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Yes, what did I do with that broken egg? Seriously, I would prefer to purchase my own eggs at the grocery store, where they are fresh and reliably edible. I don't really need your white elephant trophies, whatever that meant.

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Yes, I vaguely remember Miss Pill (Lillian Pilarinos) who was a teacher at the MK school when I was in 8th grade, although she was not my teacher directly. She was there for two years. She was from New Orleans. One assumes that these single women schoolteachers had to board with some native family while living there, although I do not remember her ever mentioning what her perhaps horribly unspeakable living conditions might have been there. She never said anything about that so obviously I would not know anything.

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Yes, it was really Mrs. Richardson's idea to have all the girls sing "In the Garden Alone" instead of me doing the solo, which due to stage fright I was not singing loud enough. So why should I pretend to be singing a solo when they are going to drown me out anyway?

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Yes, how well I remember that day when I was walking across the street and was hit by a car. I was at work. It was lunchtime. Maybe I was going to a restaurant a couple of blocks away for lunch, I don't remember now, but that bump on the hip really threw me off balance and I fell to the ground, and I was in a bit of a shock for a few minutes, and some people from work saw that happen, so that was embarrassing.

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Yes, I vaguely think that if had I known that book "Severe Mercy" was such a lousy book I might have spared myself the trouble of reading it, but as you have to get partway through the book to figure that out, and by that time you figure perhaps if you keep reading maybe it would improve later but then again later it never does improve, so the author turns out in the end to be a disappointing milquetoast who blathers on about various literary matters as if that were important, but we already discussed that, Carol Long and I, and we generally agreed on at least this point, only because she asked.

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Yes, it is always a mystifying thing to ponder why is Donna K. not yet married to the love of her life, Jim Linzey, because after all she stuck her foot in that unspeakable thing that he had going with that dreary Italian bimbo, so I don't know how to ever speak to them again in regards to that ever in this lifetime. I must decrease so that Donna my increase. Needless to say.

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Yes, interesting that about John 1:1: "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." In English you have to explain about the divine word producing action or results, whereas in Spanish the word "verbo" is used, that gives more the idea of a verb, not just any word, a word of action indispensable to every sentence, although there are both active and passive verbs, so sometimes just being is action enough. What other languages might have to say about that I really woudn't know.

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Yes, it is somewhat puzzling to ponder how I accidentally got attached to your mystical party machine, when I obviously never had the slightest connection to Watergate, beyond the fact that my parents voted for Nixon. I cannot speak for some other distant relatives. Coincidentally, there was a person in our high school of that surname but whether there was any connection there I have no idea, I never thought to ask. There matters are of no concern to me.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that when I was first transferred to the Hi-Riser office in Fort Lauderdale, probably in 1994, one of the first things that I had to do was to go through a huge pile of mail that was left behind by Boaz, with whom I had traded jobs, he was now in my previous position, and there I was going through this huge pile of mail that I vaguely remember did include some weird things of an unspeakable nature, which was placed by me in the garbage. Needless to say. Was that intentional? Why would I ever ask? These co-workers come and go. So

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Yes, that would be so much simpler, if you could just put a bullet through my head and of course aim well so that it would be all over in an instant, almost painless and very fast. Don't need your half-baked job, however.

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Yes, I hope you didn't waste a lot of money hiring a private detective to pose as a co-worker of mine only to collect information on poor little me. He even mentioned that he moonlighted as a private detective, but why would I be the target of that? The ridiculous thought did cross my mind actually, but then again why would anyone go to that much trouble to investigate boring me? That would be useless.  Ridiculous.

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Yes, I seem to vaguely remember that Jane Seymour is only an actress, not really the queen, although who knows what queenly roles she might have played in her long career. Right. I don't remember who was pounding on this point or why.

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Yes, it was somewhat mystifying to ponder why I would have any need of this bellicose belligerent bulldog Meshelle always screaming in my ear on a regular basis, much less her vicious broomstick guardian Dana. I am dropping you off the edge, don't you call me, I never answer my phone.

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Yes, I know, it must be so awkward for you, glued forever and eternity to that silly nitwit, while at the same time I am free to be me and not you, free and flexible for whatever the future may bring along while you are not. Thanks for stopping by for a few moments, but you seem to have completely forgotten your previous expressions of rotten attitude and the sense of relief that we felt when we finally dropped you off in Mexico where you belong because you are not be coming with us later. Needless to say.

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Yes, here I am out of high school, having carefully avoided and escaped entangling myself with those vicious nasty political people, and there you go shoving them back in my face again. I was glad to be rid of them and then everywhere I go I see their vicious nasty shadows lurking about. Why is no one dissecting the sick minds of those vicious nasty Italian witches? I am certain only that I am completely not informed of their wicked evil doings behind my back. I myself am only a distraction from what is really going on elsewhere.

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Yes, I know, it is always so awkward for Mr. Wright, always having that big fat stupid "W" (Double-U) in front of your name. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember years ago reading that book, "The Rules," and although I thought that it had some good ideas, yet I also thought that it was not a contract to be signed until time for the actual ceremonies, I am not sure that we have the same goal in mind, and the Christian books of that type usually don't phrase it quite that way. There will be no early-bird deals with the Devil. Like my Dad always said, you would need to use your head for more than simply a hat-rack, but life is complicated.

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Yes, and if you are playing only the Stewart game, you could get a free ticket to Pioneerland, which may have some interesting features there, including some unexplored connections to Puerto Rico, but of course I am not included in that deal, we already heard that, don't need to be reminded, but of course the Baptist Bells and Reeces would be hard-pressed to understand, because that was a whole different story for another time and they never asked. 

But we are progressing in time and what we know now is not the same as what we knew then. We cannot go backward in time and pretend to be little children watching simplistic TV shows. We have to prepare and be ready for something else that is coming up down the road.

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Yes, I agree that I am being manipulated and agitated, as if I would even know what you are talking about or have anything to say about that when all the time I thought it was your mental issue, not mine, initiated by yourself.

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Yes, ha ha ha? Are those trashy Italian bimbos presuming to lecture me on topics of morality, while they themselves are the most repulsively stereotypical example of the stupid Catholic slut? How dare you sit there chattering about dogs and doctrines in the same breath, you repugnant Italian swine! You stink!

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Yes, everyone tries to ignore or not draw any attention to Violet, because everyone knows that she has long since made it known that she doesn't like it when people stare at her in that weird way, because she has a rare eye condition, although I heard that she was having eye surgery to correct that, so maybe she doesn't have that problem anymore, which is a happy thing for her, so obviously any reminders of that would not be welcome, needless to say, so I just won't say anything at all about them.

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Yes, if anyone is overdue for some serious brain surgery, that would be that blithering idiot Mark Johnson and his brother Tim and his little dog Carol Garlic. Who are those people anyway? They blither and blather as if I should "do" something about that, and there is really nothing to do.

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Yes, and who is going to pay my salary and benefits while forcing me to mingle and taint my brilliance by association with such repulsive deaf-mute creatures? That would be a thankless job and/or task, to be sure. It just wouldn't be worth the effort for me to even try to do step that far down, as has already been more than amply demonstrated. Why are you asking me? I only have a few years remaining and then I am leaving, thanks for the parachute. 

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Yes, I can see that you are getting all of your information from the vulgar Irene, although the picture is not clear in my mind. They all look the same to me, it is hard for me to tell them apart when they are all talking that stupid way.

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Yes, what was the name of that woman who stormed the platform, saying that she had a word from God to deliver? Pastor Max blocked her path and very soon the elders were escorting her out of the side door. I do not remember whether she ever returned.

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Yes, in regards to this matter of my running for class office in school, I liked better the way I did it in high school, where I had my name removed from the list of nominees. That saves me a lot of stress and hassle when I already know that I cannot win and also I really do not care that much about being popular, I was never that type of person to be bothered.

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Yes, I vaguely remember during high school that someone made a snarky comment about Kathy and her brother. Now was that a legitimate complaint of some type or was that a politically motivated dig? Sometimes one does not want to dignify these little remarks by repetition inviting further elaboration, needless to say.

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 Yes, I vaguely remember, not so many years ago, reading great-grandmother's diaries and learning of the existence of her distant cousin May Stewart, who married a citrus farmer in California and perhaps her many generations of descendants still live there. Myself not being previously aware of the existence of these people, was a bit surprise to learn of them, but apparently the relations is so distant that they are never mentioned to us probably for good reason, because we really did not need to know that. For whatever reason it was not considered of any importance to mention their existence to us. She also had a cousin in Pennsylvania who she describes visiting in Pennsylvania. So that was interesting, but probably all of those people are dead by now so there is probably really nothing very interesting to find there now after so many generations of extreme social distancing to such a degree that I did not know of their existence.

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Yes, it is true that no one has ever randomly patrolled restaurants, I don't understand where that fiction comes from, it's a free country, you may order pork chops or fried things if you want to. I could not care less about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that years ago, after we had lived eight years in El Salvador, my parents were invited to go to serve in Honduras but their answer was, "NO.' It seemed to problematic by that time for them to go back again due to the circumstances of us being in college or getting established afterwards, so we never did to go Honduras. 

And what part of NO does Honduras not understand? That is never going to happen.

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Yes, that does make me wonder who is speculating on my possible political ideas behind my back? Who are these nameless and nondescript persons, that I should be bothered to discuss anything of a personal nature with their anonymous nothingness and thus can be easily shrugged off as useless persons of no interest to me.

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Yes, I seem to remember that during high school in the 1970s we were shown that interesting film, "Chariots of the Gods," based on the book by Erich von Daniken, a book that I had previously declined although recommended by my cousin David, but having later seen the movie, who knows, maybe someday I could go back and read the book after all, when I have the time for that, although probably one can imagine that the book is probably along the same lines, and while sometimes the book supersedes the movie, at other times maybe the movie supersedes the book and actually shows the pictures of what he is talking about, sort of. So that was a controversial topic at that time, and probably still now, as to how to theologically interpret this new science of archaeology and historical interpretation in a way that is in harmony with Scripture, and perhaps adding new insights into the original text, rather than trying to tear down the foundations of the faith willy nilly, which is a concern of course, and certainly a topic for some important and brilliant persons to ponder eventually, in the future, for centuries to come, although I don't see what that has to do with me. Ok, so I saw the movie.

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Yes, I do remember hearing that one of our high school classmates lives in Israel, but I do not remember talking to her during high school because also she never talked to me either, so what's to say. Besides which, it became obvious during high school that the Italians are assuming charge of all of these diplomatic matters concerning our U.S. relations with Israel. For these reasons, I would recommend that you direct all of your questions about Ronit to the Italians Joan and Kathy, who are the appointed Italian diplomats in charge of explaining whatever I don't know anything about. Why should I stick my neck out, only to have it cut off by Italians? Why should I bother? Let Kathy and Joan and Heather explain to us all of the riddles of the universe, because I really don't know anything about it.

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Yes, I vaguely remember one time when we crossed the border going into El Salvador from Guatemala, near the border crossing a soldier stopped our car and asked for a ride. So that was sort of interesting. We gave him a ride for probably not more than half an hour and then dropped him off some place where he needed to go. I don't remember him being talkative but he was a peaceful person, not shooting us with his gun or anything like that. So that was no big deal. Sometimes persons are called on to do these deeds of courtesy and, Ok, so, fine, that wasn't really too far out of our way. It wasn't like we had to take him home with us and feed him or anything like that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that my late and departed Uncle Art is mostly remembered as having worked as a bus driver. Whether he also worked as a police officer I really have no idea. I was barely acquainted with those relatives, so don't be asking me questions about them that I cannot answer. To tell the truth, I really don't want to be bothered. We weren't there most of the time so we cannot be expected to remember things that we did not know.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was expressing concern about the poor unfortunate wretches of Puerto Rico, although I cannot imagine why. Although they are not yet a state, probably half of their population already lives in the United States anyway, so, ho hum! That is nothing for me to worry about.

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Yes, I vaguely remember the time that the Lindvall kids were in town and we went over and watched television with them. Karen was so funny and her brother explained to us that she has this special knack for making these funny comments about the shows. What were we watching? Bonanz? I seem to remember that they had a color TV over there. We were at the Bueno house but I don't remember them being there. Maybe their maid Chavela would remember that, but I heard the she died a few years ago so it would be too late to ask about that now.

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Yes, it is true that I might not be as quick-witted as Karen Lindvall in Washington state, maybe I am very slow, but after a while it becomes obvious that those snarky jokers are all eating out of the same trough anyway. Ho hum! So what if I am not impressed with their nonsense? That's not a rebellion, that's just the sound of me winning eventually. It doesn't matter when I win, only that I win eventually, because we have to give them space to repent in sackcloth and ashes eventually.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that nearly the entire time that I lived in El Salvador, following the Soccer War of 1969 of El Salvador vs. Honduras, we could not travel by car through Honduras because that border was closed. Before that we had once driven through a piece of Honduras on our way to visit some friends in Nicaragua, but after 1969 that could never happen again. There were many hard feelings between the two countries due to the various military operations, even though it was a short war. They turned the electricity off for a week so that the darkening of the city at night, after 6 p.m., might foil the Honduras bombers who might be flying about. There actually was some type of disturbances of that nature during the way, although I don't remember the details of that.

More recently, it was a bit shocking to learn that some Honduran people are expecting me to involve myself in these petty, mundane internal conflicts of these little banana republics. I can only imagine that it is a very complicated matter. Needless to say.

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Yes, it is somewhat mystifying why I should care about those dreary Honduran people. They are just wrong, and trying to fix their empty heads would only make matters worse, when I only want to be free and clear of their nonsense. I could say something similar about those Mexican people that I met in California, they know who they are. I can't begin to explain what their problem is, when I am only congratulating myself on not being one of them.

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Yes, I heard them saying they do not want my ideas. I hope that means that they are confirming my journalism career path, because often one starts with one idea about how a story will be and then later, after having actual facts, one has to be flexible and able to adapt to the reality of what the story actually turned out to be, not what was firstly imagined.

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Yes, I vaguely remember one day I was in a music classroom across the hall from where my actual class was, quietly waiting for something, I don't remember why, I was not usually there, and suddenly Sharon and Warren were there in that room talking about Diana Ross and the Supremes. It was a very detailed analytical review of some performance of hers in stunning detail. What did they say? I cannot even remember one specific thing about that, but they did seem very advanced in being able to discuss such  matters that never would have crossed my mind to mention, thus I would not want to embarrass myself by trying to replicate their conversation in any way because I really have no idea what they were talking about.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that those Chilean people who we visited, all they wanted to talk about was Catholicism and the Pope, so it soon became evident that probably it would be a waste of time to try to explain to them about evangelicals and various other matters that would probably be of no interest to them. We categorized them as throwbacks, because we threw them back into the water from whence they had briefly appeared, although there could be other meanings to the term "throwback," needless to say.

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Yes, who were those people from Chile who we went to visit in El Salvador, only because probalby we were asked to and felt obligated for some reason, and then all I hear later is whatever I said used against me, which, Ok, so maybe there are some things that I wish that I had not said in the first place, but at least we are now alerted to never speak to those people again ever.

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Yes, I am trying to remember whether I still owe Laura $20 for that tea kettle that I left on the stove, burner on, during the two or three months that I rented a room there. Sorry about that. I don't have their address now so I would not know where to send it. Even so, to tell the truth, it was a relief to be rid of them after finding somewhere else to live and never intending to ever look back at that tiny little horror show by some persons I really don't like. Needless to say.

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Yes, it is somewhat mystifying to ponder why the dreary snobs of Vogue New York would imagine that they would have anything intelligent to say about this matter. We have seen your ridiculous notions of fashion and thus we already know are all out of your minds. Needless to say. No reason to pay for nonsense that I can browse Seventeen magazine for free at the high school library.

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Yes, what's the matter, is the information flow getting a bit sparse up there in Jill and Linda Gossipland? How will they ever get the message when you continue to talk over the fact that they no longer have that much new information to pay with anymore? I am just saying.

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Yes, I should be more grateful for knowing how to read and for all of these magazines and other printed matter from which I learn so many things that are really not my problem, but always good to know enough to keep things in proper balance and perspective.

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Yes, I vaguely remember one time in El Salvador, when I was maybe 10 or 11 years old, at some girl's birthday part, someone brought a Ouija board, about which I was admittedly a little bit curious, and looked at that, and they explained how you are supposed to move that thing around the board to the letters of the alphabet, and I decided that did not make any sense, because you could point out whatever gobbledy-gook random nonsense, or make that thing say whatever you want and who could say what was in your wicked head. So I might have said something to that effect and they always hated me forever after because of my not taking to the Ouija board.

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 Yes, interesting how many of these little tidbits sort to attach to Linda Harrington. I am just saying.

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Yes, I do vaguely remember that it was Laura who was claiming to play the role of Abishag. Whether and how that was ever verified, I have no idea. I do not want to be hearing more noise from those people. It was a very short time that I was there and I have been gone for a long time now.

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Yes, it is important to know what I know, thus to avoid being in any way dependent upon persons who I do not trust for anything. They produce only the lousy profits of Baileywick, which means that we watch them trying and trying, and yet see how there is nothing to "do" about that. It really does not matter that I was not included in the many private parties of the "five" clique. They went camping and spent the night all sleeping together in one tent and probably only they would know the intimate details of that, and even so I really do not care about learning more about that. They just don't matter.

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Yes, you certainly are the most hateful nasty vicious snobs ever, and I don't even know who I am talking to, whether the haughty arrogant nasty snobs of Ecuador-Peru, or the homeless waifs of Mount Stewart, who can never go home again because their Irish castle now belongs to the UK National Trust. So who are these people whose thoughts seem to focus only on hating me and making my life entirely miserable? I've had it with your nonsense. Be warned.