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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.

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 Yes, I remember sometimes feeling some nostalgia about how things change, but that was only a momentary sentiment that was soon forgotten. I cannot even remember now what person disappeared from my life that I should be bothered about them ever again. It might have been a poem I wrote in adolescent times, whatever.

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Yes, someone has reminded me of some snarky thing that Ann Niles said about me never getting to sit with the adults, which was so off the wall insulting the way she said  that. In the past I could just shrug off these little verbal darts. always so rude and outrageous, like water off a duck's back, but I do have my limit beyond which it is better to just block those people out of my mind, because they would not appreciate anyway what I might say or do about that if pressed too far on such points. This might not be the time or place to point out something about how people were talking about the excessively flirtatious behavior of Ann Niles in the workplace, but she being a married lady can get away with stuff that would just kill me if said or did that.

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Yes, I see no reason for myself to assume any responsibility whatsoever for the collateral damage of idiotic Beth, Kathy and Carol, although I am not sure how all of these people hooked up together separately from myself. I would prefer to completely wash my hands of their pointless mischief, because that wasn't my story.

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Yes, I might be one of those few persons who can remember a time when California seemed like the place to be, back when the ceding of Calfornia back to Mexico did not seem so inevitable as it now does, eventually.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that I have or had the habit of saying "Oh, shoot!" mostly whenever I do some stupid clutzy thing and trip or drop something or otherwise demonstrate why you should just to go ahead and shoot me and put me out my misery, thus proving that I am a normal human being and not a haughty arrogant snob, and if you are going to be taking that so persnickety literal, what does that say about your murderous state of my mind? Words are cheap but bullets are forever. Because sometimes we say things that we don't really mean and mean things that we don't really say.

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Yes, I too had noticed the juvenile and immature behavior of those boys, more specifically, David and Robert, but one has to keep in mind, for one thing, that they are of an much too young and unstable adolescent age in which more mature considerations have not yet held sway, and also, it is not my place to discipline them, themselves having parents who really should be accepting the responsibility for that, because certainly I would not want to muddy that picture by myself saying anything more about that, thus to unnecessarily make myself the issue, instead of the true problem of what are their parents going to do about that.

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Yes, and how many times do I have to remind you that I am actually NOT Irish, freckles notwithstanding. I am actually more Scottish or English and a few other things, with maybe a touch of Irish, definitely a touch of Celtic there but not predominantly so. But I find it difficult to argue with these stereotypes. Those people cannot seem to hear anything that I might say on the topic. They never asked and are too busy unleashing their pre-recorded script upon the world to have time for truth. Needless to say.

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 Yes, resistance is futile, you will be assimilated, so said the evil Borg. Thanks for reminding me of that. And when the authorities come back around to get you, I won't be there to 'help' with that. Needless to say.

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Yes, this is awkward. How can I maintain any kind of friendship when I would have to worry about constant interference from that French-fried "Art" scam? I might as well not exist. Just carry on without me because I won't be involved. I just don't care.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was complaining online about me NOT being liberal enough for them. Yes, why so much talk about such a boring topic as political parties. Parties have their place but personally I put not much faith in what parties cannot do anyway. Sometimes you have to learn how to think for yourself because certainly there is no time to wait for parties to figure out what does not concern them anyway.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that my great-grandmother had a half-sister named Esther, a name that was also my grandmother's name. Hopefully there is a nice way to tell the half-sisters to go away and not harass us because we are really not very interested. If there was a family history book they wanted to sell us that would be one thing, but simply to harass and beat on us for no reason, I don't think so. Needless to say.

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Yes, all of those cute little roses in other people's gardens look so pretty, but with so many thorns it is hard to care about picking roses. The roses are not my problem.

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Yes, it seems obvious that some Hondurans have some problem, although what their specific problem actually might be is not clear. If I ever happen to hit their punch button, it would only be a coincidental and inadvertent type of mistake, not an intentional kind of thing. It would be hard to sail around the entire world or at the least have a life and not hit on something in Peter's massive books. It doesn't seem necessary to hammer the point so much.

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Yes, thanks so much for mentioning that, not that I ever had any intention of vising the Roberts Roach Motel. Surprised that I am not hearing more on the air about Diane's cute little ditties, but who knows where these people ended up after all of these years. I was not keeping track of them that closely.

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Yes, I could not help but notice that I am being stalked by Mexicans, even though I never ever voted for the Tinker-Kennedy ticket. So cough it up, Kennedy! What you got there? What mysterious secret you hiding about that? I really am not going to go deaf-mutely into the dark night of oblivion with those idiots running my life. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember the existence of Joy from Virginia, who is best forgotten. Stop reminding me of these boring people who don't know anything. There is nothing intelligent to say about them.

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Yes, it is somewhat astonishing that a supposedly intelligent adult such as yourself would take seriously the idiotic rantings of those people who were really only my little sister's friends, I don't trust them for anything, but I was trying to be nice, and then they try to stick me with their Communist garbage, so it really doesn't pay to try to be nice to my sister's trashy stupid friends, so I am not going to do that again.

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Yes, how lucky for the Kennedy-Johnson ticket, although I seriously doubt that any ancestor of mine ever voted you, yet you have this wonderful opportunity of a private library and museum to house all of your varied paperwork and curiosities. Although I myself would not be a specimen available for any of your displays and/or horror shows, whatever the case may be, probably some people may find a use for that, one can easily imagine.

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Yes, and I cannot think of anything that I would need to discuss with the Johnson riff-raff, total strangers to me and I would prefer to keep it that way.

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Yes, truly, during high school I never thought of Beth or Carol or whoever it was as being such a trashy lowlife porn star, but not having seen them since before my high school graduation, I really wouldn't know one way or another who was saying that, because I only know that didn't come from me.

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 Yes, I don't remember myself ever discussing anything of a personal nature with Beth Slater, so whatever she thinks she knows about, she did not get that from me. Also, I never discussed that with Carol. Sorry about the confusion, but obviously there is no reason to be taalking to those people now, especially when they are nearly at the top of the list of very dangerous suspects.

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Yes, oh, did you forget that our instructions were to pick up the pieces? Twelve baskets full of pieces can feed the multitudes for quite a long time, in case you forgot about that.

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Yes, I can see that this is the place in the script where I am supposed to be complaining about blankety-blank Beth Slater. What about all of these blank spaces? Why aren't you filling in the blank spaces, because certainly I don't know enough about that to say what is wrong with Carol's empty head. Beth might be a nice person to consult about the usage of commas and that sort of technically grammatical thing, but I can't have this clueless person running my entire life when she was only a high school acquaintance. Don't I remember that she actually was talking about going on a date with Oscar, was that his name, from Guatemala, who was a sleazy chain-smoking whacko, or at least that was the character that he so realistically performed in his monologue during Drama week. Even so, she doesn't really have anything all that important, that I should be held hostage forever on that point, although I can't say that it would not be enjoyable to have this wonderful opportunity of grinding this sloppy control freak idiot Noel Wilson into dirt, although I had not planned any such thing, because that would only be human revenge, and I am choosing to let God deal with this matter, not you.

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Yes, upon looking around the genealogy charts, one cannot help but wonder what on earth "winning" has to do with the fact of your grandmother's maiden name being McWhinne. How can you be a winner while stuck in your father's birthplace of Venezuela? I am only noticing these things now, and yet I see that someone else has already dug much more deeply into these points. It is not a good idea to be blustering about these minor points because then probably later someone would come around driving a truck through your little "McWin" shack. I am just saying. Just, shut up already.

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Yes, and if little Katie really had something to sell to us, why are we not hearing the name and price of it from the relevant sources? Useless television prattle is not a deal.

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Yes, it is always awkward listening to these noisy whiners always complaining and obsessing and blaming me for everything under the sun, as if I even know what they are talking about or what their problem might be. I always just ignore them, because they are so ridiculous.

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Yes, I sort of remember hearing that someone was claiming to be the criminal of Bombie who was executed by my McClellan ancestor or distant relative thereof, in maybe the 1500s, who at that time was the sheriff of the region, and the severed gory head of the Bombie criminal, skewered on a sword, was later deposited at the foot of the King of Scotland by the sheriff, proof of the law enforcement task accomplished, for which he was well rewarded and from that derived the title of Lord of Kirkcudbright, although the title is now defunct. Well, if you are the criminal of Bombie, you would remember something like that in very negative terms possibly of a tinkering gypsy, although there is another variation of the story, whereas I only hear of this legend in foggy terms in the genealogy book. I am just saying, I really don't know, but if you say that is who you are, it would be your job to prove something about that, because you have a 500-year-old axe to grind/chip on your shoulder whereas I really don't know. That is the farthest thing from my mind.

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Yes, I vaguely remember also that Beth mentioned Oscar, who is coming from Guatemala to take her on a date, so that obviously Beth has quite the social life. That was near the end of the school year so I never really heard the after story of how that went. I had to graduate and leave the country. Time is short.

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Yes, oh, hi Beth Slater! Oh, but you are not Beth Slater, obviously, or you would remember why you once mentioned Barry's name. I hope that you remember what you said about him because I really do not remember much about that. Interesting how Beth is so well informed and socializing with all of these persons who I really don't know. I may see their faces in the school yearbook but I really don't know much about them.

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Yes, it would seem way too much overkill to force me to have to make the effort of mentioning that I was not even slightly interested in Tinker's brother Barry. It would be even more ridiculous overkill to say that it was as if a strange creature had crawled out of a dark lagoon and landed at our high school, when actually the presence of them during the last two years of high school was barely a tiny blip on the radar screen, only because they rode on our same school bus at one time or another, although in a different part of the school bus so we never talked there.

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Yes, I have noticed your technique of shoving everything at me in such a way that there is nothing nice to say about your Baptist properties, thus to secure for yourself alone the affections of your Baptist properties. It will be nice when I have finally  returned to the U.S., to finally because I am not interested in learning more about that, and it will be a relief to be rid of them.

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Yes, I must be grateful that the Lord has placed me in a high place to where I can finally see some things that I had never noticed before. It would a huge mistake for me to step of this pedestal to engage in useless and pointless arguments with that noisy little Turner donkey who is obviously a slave to someone else's agenda anyway, obviously. We already know that anyway. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that in my entire lifetime I had only one conversation with tinker and forever I am cursed by these tinker curses. I never hear the end of the tinker curses that were spun out of that one conversation. Not that I am complaining. There is only one life to live and tinkers are the farthest thing from my mind. And yet still I never hear the end of tinker storming around screaming and yelling as if she were the Queen of Sheba who must always get whatever she wants, which necessarily somehow involves denying everything to me.. Obviously it makes sense that everyone in our high school would be terrified of even the idea of dialoguing with any tinkers, probably. At least I would be. Needless to say.

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Yes, I am fairly sure that it was probably Mrs. Reece who dropped off the bag or box of stuffing at our house so that we could try to finish our project, but there was simply not enough stuffing. We ran out of stuffing quite soon and still needed more of that, and there just wasn't any more at hand, and it was time to leave the country and that was the end of that. Needless to say.

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Yes, Ok, so you thought I was a bell. Well, you were confused, obviously. I don't take my orders from the Bells at all. We try to be nice and cooperative but they are not our bossses, needless to say. Unfortunately, however, I had to forget about completing the brain surgery that was left unfinished and incomplete due to adverse circumstances.

 Coincidentally, the Bells or Reeses, who were the Baptist missionaries, invited us to work on a project with som egirls, making Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy Dolls, for which they provided the pattern, fabric and stuffing and we paid our share of course. Unfortunately time was short and nothing was completed of that project before it was time for us to leave the country, so maybe they are still wondering what happened to the bag of stuffing they had dropped of at hour house.

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 Yes, I vaguely remember the existence of the Scotts who were in Peru, who are both dead now, and their daughter who was no friend of mine that I should remember anything about her. There was no law requiring me to keep track of the Scott family.

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Yes, I am not devoid of guilt about some of the things I did wrong. Also it has not escaped my notice that the evil persons who killed me or at least tried to are highly rewarded and praised for their evil wickedness and demonic networking, them getting away with all kinds of murder and mayhem, whereas if I would try to do something see how I would be punished for even the slightest infraction. I am just saying. I probably did let that point get too overwhelming in my mind. Sorry about that.

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 Yes, how dare you lecture me about political matters, you evil demonic clone of tinker garbage? I will always wash my hands of and want to be clear of your tinker garbage. Needless to say.

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Yes, pretty much the only thing that I remember about hiking is that I really enjoyed the experience of walking, the feeling of exhaustion and yet satisfaction at having reached the top, the beautiful views of hills and the city in the distance, how that at a certain height the noise of the city becomes as if a distant hum alienated from there, the interesting trees and flowers, the way the path winds up and up so steeply, there is more of a cool wind there, the blackberries that we gathered somewhere and took home and were later made into a cobbler, etc. etc. If some other persons there were playing some other game, I am sorry but is was not tuned into such games at the time or paying much attention to them. Sometimes you think that other people should be sharing these experience, and yet apparently some persons have no capacity or idea of how to observe and enjoy nature. I don't understand how that is my problem. Life is not fair, obviously.

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Yes, how clearly I remember that you were mocking me with that Rodney Dangerfield song about "can't get no respect.' So what? I cannot force people to like or respect me, obviously. There is no law if they insist on hating and despising me that way. And if they insist on being contrarians to whatever I might say, well, I am very much past the point of caring about what they think about anything now. I just want to turn them off and listen to something more interesting than their dull and boring, dreary Dutch doggerels.

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Yes, I remember that years ago, way back during the early part of this process, there was some online yapping about the Tudors of South Carolina. I can only be sure that I am not even distantly related to the Tudors, so that would not be my problem. I have no need to worry about the Royal Keepers of the Throne of England calling to offer me some royal position. That would never happen. Ha ha ha! And I am quite sure that I could say the same thing about some other people whose names automatically may come to mind, you know who you are. Ha ha ha!

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Yes, I vaguely remember that day hiking on the volcano, when Carol challenged me to a race to the bottom of the crater, in wnich I declined to participate. I let her do that all by herself because, I don't know, the bottom was long way down, the path very steep. I was content to stay at the top, although some other people also went down there.

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Yes, I can easily see, the message is very clear, that these vicious nasty Italians are so smarty-pants clever they will have no need of me for anything. I could just sit here and wait forever for them to ask me to answer some question or clarify any point, but why bother. Such being the case, I am very very grateful for the opportunity to depart forever from this annoying scene of chaotic tinker garbage. Goodbye!

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Yes, it is true that I do not remember much about Thomas More and the events leading to the English Reformation beyond what is printed in the standard textbooks read by everyone anyway.

What are you saying? That some Spanish Catholic persons are wanting to renegotiate the Church of England, thus to nullify its royal headship and transfer it back to Roman rule after all of these hundreds of years? Obviously I will not want to comment in any way on such a scary topic. I would just have no idea what to say about that in any such context or framework. My mind just goes blank on that point. Needless to say. Shut up already.

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Yes, all of which reminds me that one of our high school classmates in El Salvador had the surname of Castro, a very common surname in the Spanish world to be sure. Whether or not she was related to Fidel in any way is a thought that never crossed my mind throughout high school. Needless to say.

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Yes, that does remind me that during that time, the pastor invited us to participate one afternoon at an event in Opa Locka, which is an interesting town in that the city hall and other buildings near where the event was held were ornamented with an Oriental theme, almost giving the impression of being in downtown Baghdad, and not really the Opa Locka suburb of Miami. Hmmm....

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Yes, that was quite a commotion online years ago about the wedding of the son of the church pastor in Hialeah who married that Cuban girl what's-her-name. If I did attend their wedding, it would only have been because my parents may have forced or obligated me to attend, not because I care that much about whatever happened later to them, myself not being able to keep track of all these people under these conditions.

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Yes, how lucky and fortunate for my sister, to have undergone, years ago, surgery on her deviated septum in her nose. Apparently that surgery is beneficial for some persons. However, that fact or example alone does not suffice to convince me to also go under the knife. No way. I just don't want to be hearing a pack of nonsense about surgeries that I really don't need.

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Yes, if only, if only, if only. If only I had gone here or there, done this or that, how different my life might have been, so many alternative choices, so little time. But who am I to say how things should have been? Everyone enjoys berating me about those "if only" moments, but I am getting very tired of your dreary clinging to these "if only" stories. Enough about "if only." Too much water under the bridge to go back now. The "now" is also an important moment. I prefer to think about "now" at the moment.