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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