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Yes, thanks for helping me to understand all these connections, where are the tripwires connecting us to the B52s, who are actually nothing, so that we can protect ourselves from that, because sometimes I don't see all of these strings attached until much later in time.

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Yes, speaking of anachronistic bands, my sensors had detected some B-52 bombers flying overhead, but they are now clearly relics of a past generation of confused persons, something to be left behind to eat the dusty trail now that we are all bored stiff of that because overall that was never the point. But we have not yet penetrated the mysteries that we were called to review.

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Yes, someone was trying to throw me to Honduras, which was very inconvenient for me as I have not much connection to or thought of Honduras. Having lived eight years in El Salvador, and having only driven through a small piece of Honduras without stopping for any reason, on our way to visit Nicaragua one time before the soccer war closed the southern border, I have not much thought or interest in what they were thinking in that regards. As I said, much has changed since the civil war times and the various Indian tribal groups such as the Lenca vs. Pipil who are constantly struggling for power in that little country. There might have been a united Central American nation for a short time, but then again reality is so often more complicated than that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Mr. Freund was my ninth grade science teacher. 

Coincidentally, there was a large store in town called Freunds, possibly owned by the Freunds who were maybe Jewish although I would only be guessing to say that. Also in town was a large department store Simans owned by an Arab family. We were not particularly averse to shopping at either store. 

More recently I vaguely remember someone saying that they were boycotting the Freunds store, which I really could not understand the point of that, so does that make you an Arab? 

But the country is much changed afterthe lengthy civil war of the 1980s, and my memories of it might not be worth much in today's world, or have any point beyond making myself seem quite anachronistic, out of time and out of place. The world does not stop spinning there even when I am long gone, obviously.

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Yes, strange how you said that you did not like the choices I was making, which sounds quite similar to something that was said to me in high school by my 9th grade science teacher, Mr. Freund. But what would you know about that? It was a note written on maybe some paper returned to me, which I did not show to you and is none of your business. But anyway, Ok, so after being promoted to honors science class, I am yet stiff and not friendly enough for your liking, you think that I have become conceited and haughty. Sorry you saw it that way but I felt locked into an awkward situation that I could not quite explain.

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Yes, I remember saying, shortly after returning to the USA, that I felt bad that I had not been able to be a witness during high school as Christian duty would seem to indicate, but conditions made that impossible. Some people just have to find their own path and I would seem to be a distraction to them, so I will leave them to find their own pathways. I might not like their choices sometimes but in this new world of laissez faire, or lazy fairy as you call it, it is thought best to not try too hard.

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Yes, we do not want to sound ungrateful for the discovery, maybe, if what we saw on Youtube is true, of the ancient Ark of the Covenant by the 7th Day Adventist explorer, although the Antiquities people are not in charge of that. Even so, you will probably not be invited to our Shanghai story at this time. You really would not understand, probably. We do not even understand it ourselves and we do not take our orders from you, so you will just have to wait in line like everybody else.

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Yes, but of course if you pray maybe God will hear your prayers and give you more of that, even though you probably won't get that from me. I do not remember inviting the Weeks family to our Shanghai riot story. What would I know about the Weeks family who were 7th Day Adventists from Tennessee, who had a printing establishment at China? No, I have no idea who the Weeks people are or why they are shooting at us. I did not even know of the existence of the Weeks family until quite recently, so obviously you would have to get the Weeks story from somewhere else, not from me.

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Yes, nobody likes to be rejected, nobody likes to be told "no," but sometimes that is all you are going to get realistically speaking. There is just nothing else to add to that.

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Yes, I too was one of the millions of Americans who watched the Roots TV series way back when it appeared in the 1970s, and I too thought it was an interesting generally pictorial look at the history of black people in America, although given the fictional setting of television one cannot rely too much on the reliability and verifiability of the facts or data transferred in such a dramatic setting. Television influences on an emotional level but, I don't know, until the historic record is reviewed at the Great White Throne of Judgment Day, I tend to think that the jury is still out there compiling the akashic records of on sort or another that would be God's place to review, not really yours.

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Yes, I too have noticed, while digging through some genealogical records in regards to my great-grandparents, some glitchy incomplete information about the so-called riot of 1916 in Shanghai, after which some U.S. passports were seized and had to be later replaced which took several months, until 1917. And where are all of these police reports and testimonial evidence describing this incident, preferably translated into English from the original Chinese language, so that we can better inform ourselves as to the reason for all of this annoying hullaballoo? How could you possibly categorize a church service in the same bucket as a political rally? The whole thing does not make any sense. Why cannot we just have a look at the historical record, if there be any record in existence? That would be the logical thing to do, to research the historical record so as to piece together a composite picture of the incident as far as possible, even though it happened in hostile China during World War I, and even though all of the people of the time concerned are now gone. Even so, there ought to be some way to resolve this matter without further harassment, because there could be some thorny issues there that need to be addressed.

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Yes, that said, one cannot help but ponder the mystifying question of why I would need help from this clueless Italian pizza cook. I am not very picky about who cooks the pizza as long as it tastes good enough after I pick that up at the local pizzeria. Pizza and other ethnic restaurant people often rely on their regional cooking expertise to build their ethnic fortunes, and I do not see anything wrong with that as long as they follow FDA guidelines. However, these pizza bakers and ethnic cooks are not paying my bills so I think that there is a limit to how much useless guff I can be expected to take from the cooks given that they are not doing anything helpful.

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Yes, I am starting to wonder whether Jan Chance at Evangel was somehow related to someone at my high school, maybe the Whitaker twins, they all being so blonde and similar looking, it would be hard for me to say who is the twin or not so I really would not think of asking given that the Whitaker twins always hated me anyway for some unknown reason.

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Yes, I vaguely remember saying that my favorite colors are blue or green, I am not sure which I like better, but certainly blue and green are colors that I like better than others, although I like other colors also, that draw me to them on shopping racks and that sort of thing.

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Yes, for a moment there I thought that you were telling me a story about the tribe of Benjamin cult in which due to concern for their survival as a tribe, following the disastrous civil war of Judges 20, they are permitted to pillage and rape and steal the virtues of the daughters of Shiloh. I am not aware of this Benjamin cult being of any concern in these modern times of laissez faire so I really do not quite see what you are talking about. So what? These sometimes horrifying stories are often included in great book to explain to us about what not to do, although God's permissive will often is there because of the hardness of man's heart, for which reason also the laws of divorce exist. So?

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Yes, I do remember that someone was saying that they are going to throw me to the underground criminal world of the mafia trash Italians, which attempt failed because I refused to go to there.

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Yes, a car is an unending expense and yet I cannot imagine living without one in this modern world. 

And even if I did win the prize in your silly contest, where is the assurance that you evil bullies would not snatch away the prize based on some contrived excuse based on nothing much? Obviously there is no reason to imagine that I would ever get any prize even if I did win because it was all just a back-stabbing trick of the takey-takers, obviously.

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Yes, I am quite happy that humanity generally speaking has advanced so far in the technology department that we can do all of these amazing things. However, I do not want to have to think too much about the sad story of Detroit being locked down. What would I know about Detroit? I never had the slightest connection to the automobile industry of Detroit or Michigan. I am happy to get into my car and go where I need to go, the grocery store or the post office or wherever it may be, taking care of course to have the oil checked once in a while and putting gasoline in the car and stopping at red lights and stop signs as required by law. We pay the car servicing people to keep our cars in repair without having to get our hands dirty so obviously a car is an unending expense, looking at it that way. But beyond that, I have no thought of Detroit. What were those country music people saying about Detroit? I do not understand these matters too complicated for me.

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Yes, there was a time many years ago when all of our friendships in college and work were of the Platonic variety. They all got married and I am still here in this Platonic bubble which is not worthless but not particularly valuable either, a collection of assorted junk that I don't need very much. Here, have some junk, I will be giving away their junk if necessary because anyway eventually I will discard all of this junk and shake off the surly bonds of earth as the poet has said. However, in the meantime I still have to eat and sleep and take care of the various needs of this earthly existence for as long as I live, which is not necessarily anything that you would understand. Needless to say.

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Yes, if only I could remember more about what Jennie meant when she originally said that about feeling like an "it," but then again I remember that she is one of those crazy Italian cheerleaders who has a story all of her own, and I do not necessarily want to know more about that. It was only a vague thought of me trying to be sympathetic to a person who is not exactly having a streak of good luck in the romantic field at the moment, and the way those guys treat us is not really helpful, we would rather wait for something better. And also when I consider that Jennie went on to earn her doctoral degree in matter of sexuality, I do not see where I would have anything worthwhile to add to that. I am determined not to follow in her dreary footsteps in that direction. I would prefer to study something less troublesome, such as history or anything other than what Jennie is doing.

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Yes, such hypocrisy! I cannot say whether it was a dark and stormy night when I happened to have read Stormy's biographical book, but it was actually quite shocking what she said about whoever that guy was, and she was not even embarrassed to write about that in some detail and then later to learn that she is a counselor at a church and has written several famous books. So you just never really know what to say about these things when confronted with these bizarrely scrambled situations and reading these texts that really who would have thunk it and I wasn't there at the time so would not really know more about what happened. But why are you asking me? What would I know about their Foursquare policy? We were AG.

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Yes, I noticed that the Cooper family do not seem to recognize their cousin Susie Stewart. That was not me hanging on the phone, that was Susie, whose mother was a Cooper, not me. I did not quite see that years ago, but I did hear that they signed on to some Jane Fonda reading program, although back then I did not understand what they were talking about.

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Yes, how convenient for you to have light red hair, now to be categorized with the Nordic blondes, whereas those of dark red or auburn hair now thrown to the black garbage dumpster. They go to such great lengths to make me feel like garbage, and then the thought occurs to me that this is mostly about blood type and then I don't feel so bad. Due to a fluke of blood chemistry my life is a useless pile of garbage, but all is not lost. I have a choice. I can evacuate the planet. You must respect my decision to evacuate the planet. You must comply.

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Yes, I cannot imagine there would be anything that I would need to discuss with the Rocky gang of West Virginia. Those hifalutin rich people are so clever and yet their Wendy point seems to be altogether lost in the clutter and irrelevant. So many people trying to ring up the Bell telephone lines, so little time to be bothered with all of their nonsense.

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Yes, we have not failed to notice your secret worship of the evil goddess Blondie, which brings up the question of whether we really are practicing the same religion of Christianity or whether you have actually wandered off into a pagan territory where we as Christians dare not go, so that I no longer have to consider you as persons that I have to be afraid of or intimidated by. But I am not voting about this at the moment so I really cannot say. The designated authorities are supposed to be taking care of these matters.

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Yes, I do think that I cannot accuse Jan Chance, who lived at the other end of the dorm at college, of voting against me one way or another because I do not remember her being there at the time. The people who voted against me were mostly Dakota Pam and her clique of persons who did not matter anyway. I have long since ceased to care about that minor incident of a fakey farcical nature, whose significance seemed as if veiled by a meaningless reenactment of somebody else's problem.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing about the existence of a people group in China who physically resemble the black people of America, and who perhaps have experienced a similar victimization due to racial bias in China. However, I fell deeply asleep while you were talking about your retro plantation agenda, and I cannot say when I would ever wake up to the mystifying question of what that has to do with the price of tea in China. What? Am I the Chinese government who has denied you your human rights? No, I don't think that I ever said anything to you about that. You never got that from me. I think that I must step aside and let the actual U.S. State Department do their job.

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Yes, I vaguely remember during the couple of years that I was working for the "Society" paper, seeing all those pictures and stories about fancy parties, amazing what the event planners can do with those events to give those rich people quite an amazing experience, after they are paying such a huge price for the time of their life, although it may seem a small price to pay for all of the money that they donate to the various charitable causes of their choice, and I suppose there is nothing wrong with putting your money to the causes that you care in this free country. But of course poor people like me don't really belong there, obviously. It just wouldn't be make any sense to go there without a job to do or a reason to be there.

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Yes, it is always somewhat awkward for me to be always mistaken for that little rageaholic from Atlanta. And I do not think that I look anything like her. Have you had your eyesight checked recently? You really should remember to do that.

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Yes, it is always somewhat awkward for me, to be always being mistaken for that little rageaholic from Atlanta. But I digress.

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Yes, I remember that amongst all of the families that were in our little school in El Salvador, the Reeses were from Atlanta. I do not remember anyone else being from Georgia but who knows, perhaps some simple-minded person who had only met the Reeses mistakenly thought that all of the white people were from Georgia. So just because some clueless person thought that I was from Atlanta, that does not make it true. Anyway, I should not have to explain something about Georgia, although I have met various people who lived or now live in Georgia, and it might be a nice place to live for some. I remember that Janice from Georgia, who I had met while living in Virginia, was talking about opening a vein and letting it all flow out, and although I don't recommend suicide, there may be some things that may need to be let go of and released into the ether of infinity because anyway perhaps it just doesn't matter in the long run. Eternity is an important thought to keep in mind. What would it matter if I gained the whole world and lost my soul? It just wouldn't be worth it. Of no value. Needless to say.

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Yes, it has been many years hence that my mother made me get rid of that "Mental Ward" sign that at one time hanging on the wall of my room as a sort of self-deprecating joke, so obviously I have no need of the services of some evil wicked Green hammerhead snake to teach me about shrewdness. Needless to say.

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Yes, it would seem much too ridiculously gratuitous for me to point out that those horrid little Green snakes are not my daughters and that I am not their mother. Needless to say. I heard someone saying that they do not teach their daughters well, but I am not so sure now whether it was a matter of education or of twisted brain structure, the way they spit things out backwards anyway so why even try. If they are not self-motivated it would just be a waste of time to try to say something to them.

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Yes, speaking of wars, there is always the distant possibility of a future war the outcome of which might not be so clear given the global shifts and migrations that have been happening. Who knows whether we would even have the firepower later or even the inclination to bail them out of their next world mess?

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Yes, those people are such pathetic losers, not only did they lose WWII, they also lost WWI. But I don't remember myself saying too much about that. Those events are fast receding into the distant past, and new generations ought to have hope for the future, obviously, and we being Christians must go out of our way to walk the extra mile in helping them along, so why are these stupid lawyers now screaming in my face about this? Did I say something?

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Yes, I suppose that the better idea would be not to reveal who I voted for to anyone at all, keeping my little voting record to myself, because anyway how can I know what is really behind all of these names and personalities that so superficially present themselves to public view on the ballot. There is no sure way to know what this vote might mean one way or another. In fact, I could perhaps not vote at all but that would seem so un-American. Anyway, the algorithms of who won is something that is not up to the individual voter to be concerned about.

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Yes, speaking of pickling dilemmas, someone was talking about the deal of Angie and Bob but that was a gossipy Italian who was talking about that so I really would not know how much of that to believe because these Italian fascists who obviously lost WWII are often prone to babbling in histrionic and/or hysterically weird ways that no one else can imagine how they could see it that way.

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Yes, fortunately for me, I did not make the mistake that wacky witch Anita made, of marrying Bob, so I do not see where these Greens have any place to be telling me something.

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Yes, I somewhat resent the notion that I would be in any way a clone of Anita, who undoubtedly has made some mistakes in her life, but that was her problem, not mine.

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Yes, I do deeply resent the implied insinuation that I would be intentionally spewing disinformation about persons of whom I know absolutely nothing and really could not care less. What human being on this planet is endowed with this perfect knowledge about everything and thus is never in danger of misspeaking or transmitting incomplete information? Probably that would not be me. Sometimes only God knows.

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Yes, who is this person who is so afraid that I might have an opinion? Everybody has opinions and I am entitled to have my own opinion. I certainly do not take my orders from anyone who would be afraid or intimidated of my having an opinion diverging from your own tiny mind. You just would not be able to understand so we will not discuss my opinions with you. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was threatening me with a reenactment of that book about the governess, "The Turn of the Screw," in which the two children in her charge are quite problematic. So? I am not your governess.

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Yes, speaking of Andrea, the question arises of whatever happened to her sister Coretha. We never heard anything about her. One assumes that both of the girls probably grew up and got married and had children but not having been told anything about them, there are no facts available to explain why they are screeching online. I have not seen them for more than forty years.

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Yes, back at the beginning of this there was also a lot of nonsensical chatter from that horrid little brat Andrea, as if I even care about the money of the Lampps, there may be a sad story there but too late now. Whatever. The Lampps are always such a nuisance to me.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that years ago, back when this thing was only starting, that there was some chatter online from David saying that he was going to shove his Palestinian agenda down my throat, now that he has disqualified from the Palestinian ministry that he had originally planned, being divorced now from Rhonda and running away with Wendy, based mainly on the point of my great-great-grandmother being Amanda Fitzallen Moore, probably of the English Moores, not the Palestinian variety, although who knows how they got there a thousand or more years ago. Whatever. I am not very informed on the Moore point. Besides which, why can't Beth Green do that herself, having married Mr. Moore? Why bother me with what the Greens have done to themselves, having, as they do, the auburn-haired Anita Bryant as their in-law? Why can't the Greens just shoot themselves?

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Yes, I vaguely remember saying that if childbearing were in view, my body probably was equipped with the equipment necessary to accomplish said task given the appropriate circumstances. However, when Cori asked whether I did not want to have babies with her, I was grossed out at the thought. Yuk! Yes, I could elaborate on this point even more but why bother. 

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Yes, how well I remember delivering my oral book report in 10th grade English class on Gulliver's Travels, by Jonathan Swift, and explaining about the flying island that flits about overhead, paying no attention whatsoever to what is doing on down here below on the ground, only occasionally pausing to replenish food supplies that are pulled up by a rope or some such mechanism, thus to minimize having to have contact with the hoi polloi. Perhaps there is such an island overhead populated by Mayme and Ms. Cattywampus and her crew of catty Italian and Dakota bimbos. They all look the same to me, I cannot tell them apart.

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Yes, I suppose that might have made a mistake now and then in my life, and yet why are you insisting that I repeat that mistake when I already know I should not have said that. Words once uttered cannot later be erased from the akashic record, I suppose that is what you are meaning to say.

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Yes, I suppose that it could be interesting to see what are these fictions and novels on Turner's reading list, so that we could begin to understand how it came about that I suddenly find myself cast in this bad role in your fictional fantasy life.

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Yes, I certainly do not recall anyone saying that my Dad's Aunt Julia was not a silly nitwit. After the Colonel, she went on to a third husband, we heard, although we never met that guy. Of course it is always somewhat awkward having these mentally unstable silly nitwits in the family, what were we supposed to do "with" them and how not to explain this in a way to not insult her grandchildren and so on. ..... Perhaps you have the same problem in Dakota, where are all of these vicious nasty Dakota witches seem so riled up about nothing much.

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Yes, we are learning only now that the Colonel had previously dumped his second wife Mayme before marrying his third wife, who was Julia, my grandmother's sister. Who was this Mayme I have no idea. I imagine that it could probably be dangerous to speculate about persons so unconnected to myself, of whom I know absolutely nothing beyond the dead letters of the public record as unearthed on Ancestry.com. And anyway, so what? Are we not all relieved to be rid of the Colonel and his noxious baggage?

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Yes, I noticed that you were confused about who was talking to Ronit. That was Marion, who can better  explain about Ronit's story. I only overheard a bit of that, but would not be able to coherently explain what little I did hear, and if I did try to explain would only make a bigger mess so I am not going to try to explain anything. Marion can fill in the blanks on these points because she really enjoys talking to Ronit and getting advice from her. I happened to sitting at a desk very near them that day in study hall when they were talking about this but I don't have enough information to explain what I thought I heard. It would be a mistake for me to even try to explain anything about them. I just have no idea.

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Yes, we noticed your obsession with country music, of which I am not a huge fan. Ho hum! Who can say when a new wave of music would spark the public interest during this time of musical doldrums.

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Yes, upon researching further into the Colonel, we suddenly learn of the existence of his second wife, Mayme, some Dakota person who was apparently also a singer. I have no idea who these people are or why Julia thought it a good idea to get entangled with those dreary Wisconsin snobs. Now that the Colonel is gone we can easily ignore Wisconsin. After all, the Colonel was not our problem.

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Yes, how well I remember the adolescent angst of high school when I was writing in my diary and/or journal lamenting how everybody hates me and how I have no friends and so on. My journal and also poems were full of mostly that, and also somewhat in college. Yes, well, and life goes on. I have not seen that journal for a long time, perhaps I lost it somewhere, but somehow these adolescent pangs no longer trouble me so much. So what if some clueless person hates me? I no longer care so much about people's opinions in that way.

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Yes, once again you are reminding me that Julia's Colonel is long since dead and buried very deep down, along with the entirely unknown clowns of the Kansas City picnic and his other two ex-wives that he forgot to mention. Fortunately I am not even distantly related to any of those people. I don't particularly appreciate being ambushed that way by persons of no interest to me, and yet as a Christian I consider it my duty to walk the extra mile, as far as possible, although there is a limit to how far this is going to get you.

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Yes, why would a United States diplomat be playing the role of picture-snapping tourist amidst all of the formal pomp and decorum of a dignified diplomatic event? It seemed strange to me at the time, but then again later, upon reviewing the documentation, one sort of sees a point there, thanks be to God for answering my question about that even though I do not think that I was understanding what I was asking at the time.

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Yes, I noticed that the Cattos of Colorado were making a lot of noise because they were expecting something from me, even though I was not thinking about them at all and barely aware of their existence. More recently I was watching a video about a family whose house was haunted by evil spirits, and at various times the marks of cat claws would mysteriously appear on their bodies, even though there was no cat in view. Yes, how interesting!

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Yes, I do remember Chavelita, the maid who worked for the Bueno family, explaining to us that the Buenos and other earlier missionaries were the pioneers who got things started, whereas those who came later, such as ourselves and the Davenports, were the second wave. Ok, so that is one way of looking at that. I am not sure whether they would need yet another wave now that they have become so independent and running their own show. The way things were back then was very different from what it is now. I suppose they could always use some free labor from the U.S. but at least for myself personally I have other priorities at this time.

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Yes, last time I noticed, I was not applying for the job of domestic maid to assist the annoyingly murderous snobs of Dallas, and how convenient that Jody, originally a Bible major at our college, should have gone on to become a manager of maids and janitors, thus I fail to see the reason for all these demands to qualify for a job that I never wanted anyway. That was all your idea, not mine.

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Yes, speaking of housekeeping, we have all noticed what label you placed upon the formerly wild Cori, now your domesticated servant, which, whether she deserves that I really cannot say, only to leave me out of it because I don't work for you. You really cannot fire me when you only a snarky district snob.

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Yes, someone was reminding me of the story of the primitive tribal witch doctor who challenged the missionary to a contest of powers. Was he ultimately converted to Christianity? Why else would such a story be told in a book that Mrs. Richardson or one of the teachers at the MK school was reading aloud to us during the post-lunch break? It happened somewhere in the South Pacific, maybe near what is now New Guinea, I don't remember exactly, but it certainly was a gripping story. Perhaps other students in the classroom would remember hearing that story. Of course, such a scenario would not be ideal or desirable, but if push comes to shove, there are many books that could be reviewed as applicable.

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Yes, I do remember that David likes to boast of his photographic memory, the result being that one sees quite a jumble of various pictures, and yet one might ask where is the context, the overruling principles, the organization of priorities? I am just saying, that is the impression one gets generally speaking.

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Yes, interesting how they have their own machinery that they purposely don't explain to us because anyway they view us as only the hangers on, we are not really the people who make the backroom decisions on how to rearrange the planet. And who am I to say something about their agenda? I really don't understand very much about where their heads are at, only that their ideas are not particularly helpful to me, I am probably always going to be on the losing side of whatever they are selling, on the outside of the inner clique. Not that they don't have their place, but obviously I have to learn to not depend on them too much. I have to have my own life independent of whatever they are doing. I have to learn not to care too much about them, because obviously they do not care about what happens to me.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during our girls' session in the dorm room at Evangel college, someone said something about birth control that I did not like, and I agreed that was not good, but later when quizzed on this point, I could not quite remember who exactly said that, only that it wasn't me, or how would I explain that without making a bigger mess of it than it already was. So I left without further comment mainly for that reason, and also I was insulted, because for what do I need these horrible Prairie Dogs of Evangel yanking me around for no reason. Ultimately, they were ridiculous.

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Yes, we hear you were wanting to wage war for the prestigious title of De La Warr, but that earldom was first created for the Wests, not for the Easts, so obviously we can see that you are not really a title holder, only a wannabe who makes too much noise. There is a heavy responsibility that goes along with these titles of which money would not be enough to cover the other deficiencies in your application. Needless to say.

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Yes, and here I am thinking that everyone was simply relieved to be rid of dreary chatterbox Jan, at least that was the impression conveyed by the open window, but there were other elements to the story that I did not see so I really would not want to even try to comment on the topic of Jan's departure.

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Yes, how odd to have such a surname as Hornyold, which name I can only imagine could invite some off-color lousy humor from some low-level disgusting creatures of a sophomoric mindset not worth mentioning. Needless to say. But never had such a hyphenation problem. My grandmother was only Strickland, not a Hornyold-Strickland.

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Yes, reexamining the Strickland family tree, we see there is a 500-year-old connection to the Middletons. Well, isn't that nice. I would not know what else to say about that, especially considering the Stricklands nowadays are Catholic recusants, whereas the Royals are governing the Church of England. Hmmm.... I suppose that you Stricklands of Malta would want to claim some credit for collapsing the Protestant Reformation eventually. Sounds confusing.

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Yes, that is a heavy expectation that you are throwing upon me, that I am always going to be so sweet and nice to you, always walk the extra mile, always give you my coat if you ask, and never complain, never put up my dukes in self-defense, never resist the devil's oppressive demands, so that you never have to admit any mistake. Obviously you don't care what happens to me, you could not care less about whether or not I may be swallowed by this one-red-eyed amoebic dirt monster that is peeking over the ledge to watch the commotion. Philosophically speaking, at what point does it become fair to return these one-way punches? This is a question to which the answer is not clear. And then there is war. And if you must have war, well, war is war.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I often congratulate myself on having chosen a profession that does NOT require the services and/or meddlesome interference, depending on the case, of a labor union, thank you very much. Fortunately for me, I have no need of a labor union to work. I can work just fine without a labor union, unlike the unfortunate workers of the automobile and/or car industry, who are bound by labor union rules. That might also have been true of those who worked in the canneries of California in long past generations, but Cannery Row was more recently transformed into a fancy shopping center, so obviously the cannery rules no longer apply.