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Yes, years ago I had not realized the antagonistic position of the so-called "People" of California (or was that Idaho, I am confused). The courts have yet to provide any convenient remedy for resolving these difficulties with the so-called "People" of California, who seem determined to drive their cruel vehicle all the way to wherever they want to go, and always at my expense. It makes no sense to me, why do I never get a break? Why should I care about some nebulous project that obviously collapsed when the Freemasons balked and will never be retried ever again because all of those people are dead and gone now anyway. What a waste of time and energy to continue to beat that drum.

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Yes, the last thing I heard about the only Rachel that I can remember was that she had moved to Boston after living many years in Chicago. Beyond that, I have not heard anything about Rachel in so many years. We do not think about these people in terms of tribal groups. I would only be guessing if I speculated that all of these Robinsons and Rubins who seem to be coming out of the woodwork might actually be Reubenites. And even if so, why should it matter to me whether you were really from the tribe of Issachar? or Dan? or Israel? Oh, but Israel could be any one of ten tribes, probably, so there again is a puzzling point that does not seem to really matter.

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Yes, I remember someone talking about the difficulty of propagating democracy amongst those Arab countries where the people live in those various little tribal groups and may even speak other languages or dialects unknown to us. Yes, I suppose that those tribal natives know who they are and where they self-identity in terms of which tribe, but to us outsiders it all seems so puzzling and nearly impossible to decipher, and therefore why bother with that. English is enough for me although travel did give me some opportunities to learn other languages, which I recommend whenever possible, although of course that is not always possible.

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Yes, all of this commotion makes us want to ask what part of terminated does Panama not understand? Most of us did not even know that was in the paperwork, and there they are doing all these maneuvers trying to make some hay out of that.

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Yes, and even so you have failed to provide us with a gun suitable for kicking that drunken whiner to the curb, who goes by the name of Robinette. He only remembers me as a baby when his mother was babysitting me while my mother was at work. I was a toddler at the time and do not remember him at all, obviously, but I am not so clueless as not to recognize him as a hazardous nuisance.

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Yes, I was never a fan of that unsavory character, Johnny Cash, of country music fame. His time came and went long ago, and we will not see his kind again on the country music stage, while some may have never cared to be reminded of him anyway.

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 Yes, seriously, I will not be very surprised, while winging my way up the ladder, to see Turner's butt roasting down there in the eternal fires of utter stupidity.

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Yes, clearly hell would freeze over before I would ever take my orders from the Tarpaper family, although I am curious to learn why these complete strangers are taking such completely unwarranted and unfair potshots at poor little me. Even so, I could not care less about their dreary whiner business.

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Yes, I am refusing to "come" ever again in this lifetime. That was a weird comment from Cori that I once repeated by way of explanation, only to find that it somehow became attached myself even though I myself was not the original author of it, so obviously it is not a good idea for me to repeat these weird items that actually originally came from Cori as far as I can tell, lacking any other elaboration or explanation with which to verify anything. You will need to pick Cori's brain apart to get more information about that, which is not my problem.

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Yes, you really were not expecting me to write a treatise on the infallibility of the President. Needless to say. The Pope has the freedom to declare himself infallible, the President not so much.

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Yes, I remember that one of the students at our Christian college was a most repulsive geeky weirdo whose name was Ken Aven, and he married a Vietnamese girl, with whom I was not acquainted, and that was probably the best he could do given his various disadvantages. Strange that later I was getting so much mail online from these persons who I regard as complete strangers of no interest to me. I do not recall myself ever having a conversation with either of them. The only thing that I can remember is that maybe he was a quadmate of my third cousin Chris Galloup, who might have mentioned me, because otherwise I cannot imagine why they would imagine myself to have any thought of them.

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Yes, there is a certain type of neurotic wimpy milquetoast white male who is naturally attracted to the various little Asian broomsticks who advertise themselves in certain types of dating services. We could elaborate on this point but why bother?

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Yes, coincidentally you might have been sitting at a desk near mine during economics class, although I cannot quite remember whether I ever actually met you. But even so, where were you in tenth grade during a field trip at the nearby cinema where they took us to see "The Man of La Mancha?" That was the starting point of a whole different nuisance, which I suspected, although without sufficient proof, was the Italians' annoying attempt to sell me off to the Arabs, because they are breeding only Christians of the Italian variety. And how do I get rid of these guys when you are egging them on behind my back? Such a puzzlement.

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Yes, interesting how Carol could not remember how to sign her own name, that time when I was visiting with their family. How can you not know how to sign your own name? That becomes very important when you are trying to withdraw money from the bank and the bank teller cannot recognize who you are. I did not say anything about that at the time because I tend to overlook these little things, but, yes, that did seem weird.

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Yes, it is always puzzling to hear you talk about me using "it," as if it were not the other way around, when actually "it" was latching onto me. There are some symbiotic factors involved that cannot be denied. Maybe they have more power and things to show me than the other way around, while I can only offer them the loyalty of a clueless dog, thus to perpetuate the status quo indefinitely.

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Yes, I am surprised that the nattering nabobs of New York have not understood that the Southern Baptist slave master theology really appeals to the upper classes there who are interested in hanging onto their power. All that stuff about "The South Will Rise Again," that appeals to them, they take that very seriously. That has some consequences in civil society, needless to say.

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Yes, I remember taking piano lessons from that lady in El Salvador for about a year or so. When I mentioned this to Carol, it happened that she knew who that lady was and said that she attends the same church as they do and had created some problems for her family. Carol intensely disliked the piano teacher and it almost seemed as if I should ditch the piano teacher as a test of friendship even though the piano teacher had never said anything to me about Carol and her family so I had no idea of all of this., and also I attended a different church. There were no details so I really cannot say anything else about what their problem was.

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Yes, it does seem odd and I am trying to remember who was telling me that you cannot become powerful in politics without being a boozer and/or favorable to the booze industry. And all of us who do not drink, we are just out of luck in your Booze book, but whatever, power was never that important to me that I would want to involve myself in the Booze industry. The wet or dry laws belong to the counties. I am not paying attention to whatever counties do with that. They have their reasons for these local decisions.

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Yes, I always did love Borders bookstore, too bad they went out of business so there are not so many stopping points as formerly along the way to wherever I was going.

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Yes, I heard you saying that George may have changed his surname to Booze, so that we might as well call him George Booze and be done with that. Coincidentally, it was Joyce Booze who interviewed me for the article in the Pentecostal Evangel so many years ago, but no word yet on whether George were actually related to Joyce. Which brings up the question of whether this is really is a joke on George, not really me, Certainly I think that those ritzy glitzy jokesters should limit their targeting more specifically to those fat cat rich party Boozers such as George, who probably can easily afford the tuition of Yale, whereas poor little me cannot afford this level of stress. Who is going to pay for the damages to my life wreaked by these stupid party poopers? I have to get a job and work. I cannot continue indefinitely this type of high school blather.

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Yes, I seem to remember that you were trying to cast me as the crazy Hatchet Lady who takes an axe to the whiner still. That comes from an ancient chapter of history that I had forgotten about, all those pictures from the TIME/LIFE history book that I used to browse through during study hall in high school, interesting how those pictures from history stick in the mind. Even so, I am declining the role offered to me of crazy Hatchet Lady, which I am fully within my rights to do, because I find it to be ridiculous and might endanger my mental health and sanity thus to recede a hundred years into the past and start screaming and yelling stupidly as if I would not know where this is going. I do not feel so passionately angry in a personal way. Why should I bear the guilt of what you have done to yourself? Why waste my energies on the nonsensical plans of persons who loathe me anyway? I do not see that as my problem. It is a personal decision to each individual. You each must bear your own guilt without expecting me to help you with that in the future. You must get used to the absence of crazy Hatchet Lady. Nobody is going to make an appearance there in future.

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Yes, all of which causes us to contemplate what type of pidgeon Spanish they teach in the schools over there in Tagalong Village, assuming that were a relevant point as to which language we are talking about. Needless to say.

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Yes, who was that Mexican lady in Oakland, California, who was a friend of my aunt's? I can only remember that her first name was Ann or Anna, so obviously she was not an important part of our lives and knows absolutely nothing about us.

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Yes, I too have read the story of Ananias and Sapphira, their story serves as a stern warning for us all, to ponder what promises we forgot about, what things have we squirreled away and not delivered to the Lord, what secrets are we keeping, no need to hammer the point so continuously when we too have Bibles to read, and yet we do not understand ourselves how it happened that we ended up with the money anyway, even when we cannot see how anything good could have resulted from that mess of crazy paperwork.

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Yes, and then I am reminded that my cousin Richard mentioned once that his Andrews family has some connection to Lottie Moon, the famous missionary in China although I dd not quite understand what he was saying or why he would care or be involved in that. Hmmm..... Interesting. Yet looking at our McClellan side, we are the descendants of Amanda Melvina Fitzallen Moore, so what would we know about the Moores know about the Moon story? However, we should not be confusing the English Moores with the Lebanese variety, needless to say.

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Yes, the first time you pointed at my head with that newfangled gadget I nearly came unglued thinking that you were accusing me of having the mark of the beast on my forehead, but then I realized that you were only taking my temperature, such as it is, and then I realized that if I want to complete my vaccination program I must meekly submit to these indignities even if I may have some theological perplexities in that regard.

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Yes, I do not see how you can expect me to get a job while this nasty Asian bimbo is holding a gun to my head. Was there a legal statute requiring me to "like" her?

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Yes, hard to believe that in the 19th century there actually was a missions group that was partly sponsored by the United States government, the ABCFM. How could that happen? Certainly such a thing could not happen in today's environment, obviously. But yet we may feel obligated to support their products on a government level somehow, given that many of the missions organizations of yesteryear have disappeared somehow. Assurances of a doctrinal nature may be too much to ask given that there can be no agreement on any of these points, obviously. But at least a museum honoring their work in an objective sort of way might be something to consider. We can't just pretend that they were nothing given that our national honor is attached to that somehow. I am just saying.

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Yes, you talk of "covering it up" as if I would even know what was happening at the time. Only later do I learn that I am being ambushed unawares by Beverly's in-laws, while I had no idea of their existence or hat they had any place to be telling me where to go. I vaguely remember meeting Beverly and Richard when we visited Uncle Winfred's house, but we are not that close to them. They really have no place to be barking orders at me.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing some crazy things possibly said by that crazy Duck lady who purports to be related to us even though it does not seem possible that we could be related to such a nonsensical person from Louisiana, not the sharpest tools in the shed, obviously.

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Oh yes, I do remember that Ronald was born down there, not here, and yet no one questions the U.S. citizenship that he inherited from his parents, although who knows what perks come with being actually born there, whether dual citizenship or a special comradeship. This is not a matter that troubles my thoughts, so whatever, and I would not mention these matters if you were not so expectant of someone to make an issue out of that.

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Yes, how they love their registered party animals, while loathing those who probably would not vote for them anyway. But is that a reason to give up my citizenship? I am totally at a loss to remember who was saying that they have dual citizenship. I never had that luxury of choosing some other country in which to be born.

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Yes, why was that dreary woman from Dallas screaming at me? You are not on my radar screen and you have nothing intelligent to say to me.

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Yes, certainly my parents will take care of me as they always have, no need to consult with those other stupid people. We know who we are.

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Yes, it is always a bit awkward for me to be mistaken for some stupid little village bimbo such as Linda-Not-Man. Who do you think you talking to? There is no village idiot here so you must have made a mistake. I never actually read the village book so I do not "take" village jokes lightly. Yes, it is always so awkward being mistaken for dumpy dog Linda Not-Man, but that was your doing, not mine.

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Yes, I seem to remember hearing that David will be casting me in the part of Miss Havisham from the Charles Dickens book "Great Expectations," Miss Havisham being the jilted spinster who sits there day after day staring at her moldering wedding cake. Hmm.... What a lovely and inspirational thought, David, but don't be too surprised when I do not cooperate with your dreary and sordid vision of reality. I will not be available to participate in any scenario envisioned by you. I have other plans for myself than that.

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Yes, what did you say, whacko you lecturing me about product quality? Ha ha ha!

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Yes, how can I forget my cousin's childhood bubbles, but there is no hurry now, is there? There will be an eternity for them to get their comeuppance.

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Yes, I vaguely remember reading somewhere that the Cumberland people are universalists, which may be interpreted as everyone is already going to heaven anyway so what is the point of all this salvation theology? But I myself have never gone there, don't know much about it.

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Yes, I seem to remember hearing something about my late grandfather's membership in the Cumberland Presbyterian Church, in which my ancestor, William Brownlow McClellan, was much involved, but I really could not tell you one thing about them. My grandmother was a Methodist but I was raised in yet another different type of church so I really have no thought of going there. It would be too much of a stretch for me to comment on that.

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Yes, I remember that you were saying that McClellan's castle is now owned and maintained, what is left of it, by the UK's National Trust, which would seem a reasonable place to put that. That means we do not have to pay a dime for what does not belong to us anyway. Needless to say. And there was always the thought of some unknown McClellan heir who might appear someday to claim that defunct title, but that might not be us. We might not be able to leap such an impossible hurdle. Better to let the UK decide what to do with their own property. Needless to say.

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Yes, one day while entertaining some people with dinner at our house, who included the Bueno family, my mother was making some comments about the McClellan castle, and speculated that probably back in the Middle Ages she would have been merely the maid who worked for the castle owners, not the proprietor herself, ha ha ha! This was a type of self-denigrating humor that did not set well with the Bueno brats. Later we were hearing some ridiculously absurd commentary online about how they resented that we were not going to help them with the acquisition of the castle. Huh? What an utterly absurd thing to say. Didn't we just tell you that we are not the castle people?

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Yes, it is in a way unfortunate that our branch of the McClellans cannot actually be tracked to the old country. Our common ancestor appears in America in about 1750 without any documentation as to parents or how he got here, so whatever, obviously we cannot hope to place any legal claim on that ruined pile of rocks in Scotland known as McClellan's castle. Someday if I were ever a tourist there I might like to make the tour of that, but whatever, the prospect of travel in Europe is somewhat expensive and not in my immediate plans, don't know when I would ever get there. Thanks anyway.

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Yes, I can see that you already know very well that I was never involved in the recruiting and persuading of persons who might potentially migrate to the United States. There were some people who were doing that and who apparently have those points engraved on their tombstones, but I did not think that it would be my place to say one way or another who should stay there or not. That was not the nature of our mission. Needless to say.

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Yes, how many times do we have to go through the same explanations over and over again about how we, the descendants of William Brownlow McClellan, are NOT directly related to the Union general, George Brinton McClellan, who was fired by President Lincoln yet was later elected Governor of New Jersey, who comes from a different line of McClellans who came to the United States separately at a different time. Although who knows, if you could track all of these McClellans back a thousand years or more, whether there might not be a connection found back in the old country. We can't definitively say anything more about that.

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Yes, you were calling me a racist, which reminds me that at one time or another I probably said that you are a racist, which means that little Miss Tit-for-Tat really has no place to be making these unsubstantiated allegations.

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Yes, everyone remembers "Aunt Judy," who was the sister of my grandmother, and her second husband, the Colonel from Wisconsin, she was his third wife, but beyond Judy herself probably no one benefited more from the Colonel's money more than the Mexican maid Gloria, who whether she was in the U.S. legally or not I really could not say, only that she would have no reason to complain about how everyone treated her so kindly, because we ourselves really had no need of a Colonel to fund our private lives. We will be just fine without the Colonel from Wisconsin and his variegated cast of characters who are persons of no interest to me. 

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Yes, easy for you to sit there in your bully pulpit beating up on poor little me. 

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Yes, I seem to vaguely remember that Beverly's father, Uncle Winfred to us, was my grandmother's brother, thus making Patsy and Beverly cousins of my mother. That said, my mother's family moved away from there probably during the wartime (World War II), and have not lived there for a very long time, so it is hard to imagine why we are still hearing so much noise from there. We have no plans to go back there.

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Yes, and then we remember that Beverly divorced Richard, or else Richard divorced Beverly, either way, I really could not care less about that. They might be surprised to learn that we had no thought of them. 

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Yes, there are some words with multiple meanings, such that one has to look in the dictionary and specify meaning no. 3, not no. 1 or no. 2, which becomes such an unbearable hassle that one may understandably decide not to bother using that word at all, merely to avoid the confusion.

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Yes, I suppose that some persons might object to the idea of having to take religious instruction from some Vedic yoga teacher in Hawaii. Ha ha ha! We can easily imagine that. Ha ha ha! 

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Yes, I really have no place to be declaring your stage play R-rated, it really would be misleading for me to say that it was as if R-ratd, when actually it has not been in any way officially or legally been decreed so. Thus I am content to leave the theater reviewing to those who are prepared and equipped for that specialized field of endeavor. If I tried to review your play I might trip all over myself trying to think of something appropriate to say about your dreary and depressing dramatic performance. As Thumper rabbit says, "If you can't say something nice, shh, say nothing." Yes, Thumper rabbit is a good rule of thumb to go by.

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Yes, it seems odd to think of New York vs. Pennsylvania, when both up-states seem pretty much the same from down here, nearly identical. To make a point about upstate New York vs. upstate Pennsylvania seems a rather pointless discussion about a huge and amorphous "up" state blob, which although of interest to those who live there, undoubtedly, to us viewing from afar there seems not much to say about that. Many millions of people doubtless live "up" there. Was there something to discuss or ask about? The mind goes blank at moments like these.

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Yes, you are right, I am glad to hear that you remember that your own name is Wright, spelled of course with a big W in front of it. Even so, I really do not see much of a point in all of these mental gymnastics. A little dog that jumps through hoops can be an entertaining thing at a dog show arena, certainly, but this is real life, we are busy trying to work and live and do other real stuff that matters.

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Yes, it was interesting to notice, while reading the diaries of great-grandmother, the existence of May Stewart, some type of distant cousin of hers who had migrated from Pennsylvania to California at about the same time (and who married a citrus farmer in California and died in about 1950) which was shortly after the turn of the century, that is, the 20th century. I had never known of the existence of those people, no one ever mentioned them, so how would I know that they ever existed? I had no idea there were so many supposedly related people of whose existence I had no idea and really could not care less. I obviously had no need of those riff-raff in the formation of brilliance, needless to say.

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Yes, I often congratulate myself on having avoided the New York trap. There is really nothing all that special about New York, it has its pros and cons, just like everywhere.

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Yes, I do think that I did buy an album of Servant back in the day, but I would not categorize myself as a huge fan of them. I found their message of social justice a bit dry spiritually speaking. I mean, who does not feel guilty about not being able to do more for the poor and downtrodden? But we are often constrained by other factors from meddling in places where we do not belong. So there it is. I am not a huge fan of Servant, but they were quite popular back in the day.

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Yes, I am suddenly reminded of the song "Here Comes David" by the Christian rock band Servant, not to be confused with Cervantes, who were Canadians so not really unusual for them to be somewhat offbeat. They might have been the band that played at our college once, although I am not sure I remember these things clearly. I have no personal connection to the band "Servant" and really would not be interested in discussing that point further with them. Aren't all of these rock people a little bit teetering on the edge of something and in danger of falling off it? Some of these points are not what they seem at first glance. Needless to say.

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Yes, how rude of you to spit upon my unique snowflake fingerprint, merely because it bothers you that snow is white. What more do you want, yellow snow? When I was living in El Salvador many years ago, every New Year's watchnight service at the church they would show that movie, part of which featured the snowflake story in which the unique structures of the crystals in the snowflakes are said to be an example of the uniqueness of individuals, also the immense diversity of nature, thus proving definitively that there is no other duplicate copy of myself anywhere on the planet, although some persons are perhaps wanting to dispute the snowflake conclusions on a scientific or any basis. Yes, well, even so, perhaps even identical twins have their differences in terms of personal experience which shows that not DNA alone does not determine the outcome of our lives. We have decisions to make and something to say about how we are going to live our lives and what we are going to do. It is not merely a matter of DNA structures, although it is interesting to see how the skies tell us about the glory of God.

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Yes, as I was saying, I myself have no thought of Pennsylvania. It was not until I read the diaries of great-grandmother that I learned of the 1960 road trip during which she visited her birthplace (one documents says Pennsylvania although another document says New York), and saw the remains of a house where she lived in childhood, her mother having died at a young age and herself being raised by probably various cousins or aunts and uncles or someone, I don't know anything else about that. However, she had left Pennsylvania and moved to Ohio where she married in 1899.

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Yes, it does seem strange to hear so much noise coming out of Pennsylvania. I have no thought of Pennsylvania. It was only after reading the diaries of great-grandmother that I learned of the road trip of 1960, now sixty years in the past, during which she visited that state of her birth and met with some unknown relatives of whom I know absolutely nothing.

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Yes, and I was not the person who was complaining about Dorothy, I heard about that but I always try NOT to get involved in these gossip campaigns because I don't really know anything about what happened or what they did and don't like getting caught on the wrong side of whatever that was, so how that devolved upon me is a somewhat mysterious thing. We were always trained to enjoy the scenery of the trail and avoid the whiners, so how they got access to all of these unlicensed weapons is a bit weird.

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Yes, it does seem odd that this clueless little May-Gun brat is always screaming about nothing much. I do not take my orders from the May-Gun, needless to say. I was born in the month of May, as were others in my family, but that is beside the point. I cannot have some May-Gun always screaming in my ear and telling me what I will or will not do, it is very distracting. Which reminds me of the time that I was at San Francisco's Chinatown with my aunt or cousin and someone was talking about the big piece of ginger that was sitting there and saying that it is good for your health to have some ginger, and even so I did not buy that.

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Yes, of course we would need for Dorothy "Dot's to round out the unspeakable figure, and of course there is Dot Barth, who married that Italian guy, and then there is the 'Dot' who lives in Springfield, and then there was 'Dot' Kirsten from maybe Wisconsin, but she passed away several years ago so you won't be able to find her now on this side of the great beyond, and then there is the fourth 'Dot,' whoever she might be I would have no idea. But of course I am no 'Dot,' how could I even think of that?

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Yes, I almost thought that you were trying to claim nasty broomstick Dorothy 'Dot' as the unassailable goddess of the universe, but of course that was probably only me daydreaming and letting my imagination run wild and get carried away with all of this complicated stuff and distracting nonsense. Dot is nothing special, obviously, only another carbon copy of the pompous arrogant goddess Blondie. Ho hum! Well, bore me stiff.

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Yes, it is always somewhat awkward for me, always being mistaken for one of those nasty Panama broomsticks, and they are not even embarrassed to represent us in that pathetically stupid way, always so unbecoming of what we are supposedly representing. But I digress.

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Yes, that was interesting to learn that Kelly is marrying outside of the white race, thus to spit in the eye of his own white supremacist grandmother, Hazel, whose Alabama roots were well known to be deeply embedded somehow in the KKK. But it has become obvious that everyone already knows that, so I do not see how I could possibly explain something additionally about that when we only met Hazel once and anyway, we have no vested interest in their rock-crushing operations. There is only the family cemetery where some common ancestors are buried.

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Yes, well, if you are so eager to throw yourself off a cliff, go right ahead, don't let me get in your way. However, do not assume that I am going to be there to help with that. I just have no idea what you are talking about.

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Yes, I cannot say that some of my attempts at kidding have not fallen flat, and thus I now find myself constrained to be serious, very serious, so do not be expecting more about that from me. I must withdraw from the kidding and focus on reminding everyone that there really was a serious point to that, that my existence was not merely for your entertainment only, but that God has the big picture in control and even with all our mistakes, we played our part and God is faithful to make something good out of whatever that was even though it may look like a huge mess to some of us, because we only see in part, and only later will we see the whole picture.

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Yes, it was amazing to see how Donna is not embarrassed to live in a filthy, dirty dump with her dirty clothes strewn all over the floor. But that is what happens if you will not obey the order of nasty horrid Dutch broomstick Cori, you get deported from there to Donna's Russian hellhole, as if the squalor of clueless Donna would make you feel any better. Um, not really. But life is not a party. Parties are an annoying and frivolously trivial distraction in the serious business of real life. I admit that I have no patience for socializing with stupid party animals. Needless to say.