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Yes, I see that you imagine yourself winning the greedy Shell game by virtue of your politics, having in your possession the loudest blustering vent machine, whatever that meant.

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Yes, I remember hearing something about Ill., which means nothing to me. I once spent a week in Chicago and that was too much already.

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Yes, it would seem that she has only herself to blame for shacking up with some lowlife rock star riff-raff.  If the guy told you that he was the devil, you should believe him. Maybe he really is the devil. But I am only guessing. I never had occasion to socialize with that, not even close. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember reading something about Pocahontas and about how the white people took her country away from her, in a manner of speaking. So now I hear you talking about giving the country back to the Indians. After all, they are now rich and flush with casino money, so they the money to buy it back. Nothing I need to say about that.

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Yes, clearly, there is nothing of a personal nature that I would need to discuss with someone else's political hack. Needless to say.

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Yes, I am getting the impression that you have been monkeying around in the background, in cahoots with Stephanie, but why would I ever talk about that? Stephanie lives in an alternate universe of Scottish aristocracy, a world completely unknown to me. I know my place. I am not going to even try to fill your dirty Spanish shoes, so I will not be available to cover your stupid Spanish butts. I just have no clue. 

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Yes, I am not one of these wealthy haughty arrogant snooty snobs, such as Stephanie, who was the time and inclination or financial means for playing backdrop games with people who are complete strangers to me. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember meeting with that snarky Ms. Tatoo, "Look, Boss, de Plane?" but what was her name escapes my memory, the meeting is long since over and long ago I have removed my name and/or unsubscribed from whatever they were selling. You letters are being returned to sender. Needless to say.

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Yes, interesting how Columbus Day is my mother's birthday, but you are not my mother, so that does not make you anything special. I am not going to be sending you any birthday cards, so just shut up. We don't want your lousy money.

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Yes, it is a bit mystifying to ponder how did my name get accidentally placed on the Hispanic voter list. Does my surname somehow sound Hispanic to you? Also, I was not one of those confused persons who were complaining about the snowflake movie, that was shown annually during the long New Year's Eve vigil service at church. I did not mind that the snowflakes were white rather than some other color, such as yellow or red or something, because anyway that was not the point. The point was that the crystals in the snowflakes, seen under a microscope, are each unique, thus to illustrate how each of us as individuals are unique in a fingerprint sort of way. If God already has numbered the hairs on our head, will all of this complaining and fretting add an inch to our stature? That was the point that they were trying to make in the snowflake movie, but some people were confused about that.

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Yes, I do not myself remember ever having this conversation with you, and there was nothing for me to say when I have no insider additions to offer, but you probably get all of your lousy books from B. Dalton's of Arkansas, which probably explains why you ask the most ridiculous questions, because you don't know much. If you had read the legal docs or at least news reports from California, you probably would understand why our sympathies are not with you. But I have faith in the law enforcement's ability to keep tabs on the sicko perverts of Arkansas, so there is no reason for me to say anything about that. Needless to say.

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Yes, it must be very lonely for those people who are sitting on top of the world, and yet nobody wants anything to do with your filthy dirty fleabag tobacco agenda. Needless to say.

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Yes, sometimes I get the impression that you have all your wrong information from clueless Puffer Libby, who has nothing  on me.

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Yes, I would only be guessing if I tried to categorize one or another of my high school classmates as dependent on tobacco money. The thought of the tobacco industry never crossed my mind, or where do these people get their money, I just have no idea, I never asked that type of question. Jesus loves tobacco people, too, even if I do not want to have anything to do with their tobacco money. Jesus loves tobacco people and He also prayed for the lepers to be healed. Not every tobacco leper was grateful, but anyway Jesus healed them all.  

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Yes, these are names that are famous, that one may have heard one the news, watching TV at home, or else at work one may hear things about famous people, but anyway, nothing personal.

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Yes, it was so funny sometimes, when the children are learning to spell by ear, they often substitute v's for b's and vice versa, with sometimes humorous result, and there were some other funny things about that. But anyway that matters not in the English translation that we produce. What would the English people know about the Spanish text? They only need the context translated faithfully for them to understand what is being said. And there was nothing wrong with that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during high school in El Salvador my sister and myself had a job translating letters of school children from Spanish to English, that would be sent to their sponsors in the United States so that they could understand what the children were saying in their letters. I did enjoy doing that job. There were sometimes humorous (funny, cute) things about the letters that we were translating from the children, and I think that I once made the mistake of mentioning something about that to someone, and suddenly everything got flipped around as if I were ridiculing the children, when actually that wasn't the point, but I am never going repeat anything else about whatever I said, because I forget now the details of that, in conversation with some worthless Foursquare twit who is not deserving of my condescension. Foursquare twits put on such haughty arrogant airs even though are the lowest level of riff-raff at least in my opinion, or at least they are a total waste of effort to try to talk to.   

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Yes, I was shocked when that guy asked me to be his girlfriend. Jsut because I had once played a game of ping-pong with him, that did not mean very much to me, I was not interested in further deepening of this relationship, never mind about what some other guys might have been saying about me behind my back. They have no authority or power to be telling me who I have to date or get stuck with. NO, the answer is NO.

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Yes, wasn't that a funny coincidence, that bit about Helen Calkins, where someone was saying that she might have proven herself to be a Latin shark, if only he had perhaps applied herself more to the Latin. Yes, well, life is short and few are those who have much time for studying Latin. There could be some advantages to learning Latin, you could perhaps intercept some internal things that no one else can read, but anyway, whatever, who needs the extra headache?

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Yes, we noticed that clueless Blondie Broom yet wanders the globe still searching for that fictitious island called Utopia, the subject of a fictional book written by Sir Thomas More, whose head and body were long ago severed and buried separately by order of King Henry VIII. Probably there is more to that story than I could possibly know anything about. But anyway, so what? Why should I care about that? The world is a very different place than it was in Tudor times. It is not like the Tudor Queen is going to stop at our house for tea. Needless to say.

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Yes, somehow I instinctively know that, although the early Christians were called the people of the way, so just because your surname is Way, that you would somehow be entitled to represent the entirety of Christianity single-handedly. No, your opinion is not necessarily a light unto my feet or a path to follow unconditionally, needless to say.

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Yes, it is a bit mystifying to ponder why someone would send hither a pack of vicious nasty snobs from Michigan to harass my life and insult me continuously. I have not much capacity now for tolerating any further the insults that crew of Michigan idiots. For what do I need those worthless Michigan skunks? Why should I tarnish my brilliance by association with those dull and annoying riff-raff?   

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Yes, I vaguely remember that I liked the music of Rich Mullins, generally speaking, although there was one song of his about Rachel and Leah that really hit a somewhat sour note, because it is not a particularly pleasant or edifying thing to be listening to the inner cogitations of a bigamist and/or Mormon, but anyway, other than that, well, some of his other songs were good.

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Yes that might seem a bit ridiculous, I don't see how this jailbird Lisa has any place to be lecturing me on morality and credit lines. Just because she is a wife and mother with a string of kids, that did not mean that she did not have a rap sheet, although I could not remember whether that was her in the audience back when we went out to do jail ministry. All of those jailbirds looked the same to me. Why should I ask whether that was her? What if I were wrong about that and she only resembles some other jailbird? Also, why should I rub her nose in that? What, am I a dog trainer?

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Yes, there is a limit to what personal information I would ever share with Harris, the next-door neighbor from hell.

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Yes, I have become vaguely aware of their desire to discard me in a washbowl of Moab suff, God and the prophet Isaiah hated Moab so much, there was no solution when Moab was finally cast away, as if a tiny bit of Chechnyan somehow qualifies one as a Moabite, And wasn't King David's great-grandmother Ruth, the Moabitess? Yes, but she left behind her native land to immersed herself in the heritage of Boaz, whereas there is no Boaz here. 

Anyway, these points are too obscure for commentary. These points are way over my head.

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Yes, I cannot quite remember when she turned into a clone of Charlene of the Foursquare "brand." I would be interested to hear more about that but what I would have to do to inform myself might not be worth the effort.

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Yes, it was an unfortunate mistake that I should be assigned to write a theater review, a distasteful-to-me chore requiring, if well done, a level of specialized and technical knowledge that I do not claim to possess, nor would I be much interested in acquiring more of that, and also the expression of an opinion that I may or may not care to express in so many words. I do enjoy sometimes reading the reviews written by those who know what they are talking about and am often amazed to see all of these insights they get from some few snippets of theater, and these often give enough context for me to know I don't need to see that. But anyway, theater is a world unto itself, and what I would have to do to go there is just not worth the effort in my case. However, I do agree that, rather than dismiss the play offhand by some unwarranted device, I should have more respect for the hard work that those theater people have to do, trying to make something out of what few scraps they have to work with. Perhaps elucidating the plot blow by blow would help to fill the space allotted and expand the verbiage expected to fulfill this assignment, although not as artfully as might be desirable, but not having Wikipedia available at the time, there was not very much information to go on. Thus, I repent of trying to write a theater review. 

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Yes, I often congratulate myself on NOT being a concubine of that sniveling little creep, George the Pretender. I may not be rich, but at least I have my dignity independent of "them."

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Yes, I often hear that creepy Rob muttering threats against me, although I really have not much thought of those dreary "rich" bores. I really don't understand the nature of their plots against me. I congratulate myself on at least being entirely independent of them financially speaking. They make a lot of noise but they have nothing on me.

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Yes, I agree that you should probably "put yourself last and spell JOY," to quote an old song with a catchy tune, which qualifies myself as an "Other" having precedence over "You," if we are going to live by that rule. So that all depends on which side the toast is buttered. Is the glass half full or half empty? 

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Yes, I remember being at a concert where Sandi Patti was singing that song, "The Devil is a Liar," although she did apologize first before singing it. I don't remember, was that the outdoor concert in Orlando? I suppose several other poeple would remember that day. How can I forget the terrible case of sun poisoning that I experienced afterward? My face was completely blistered and swollen from the sunburn . Amazing how one recovers from these events when younger than we are now. I don't think that I want to go through that again. Once was enough.

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Yes, I am not aware of any law permanently attaching me to Harris-on's losing ticket. Stay in your own lane, you silly twist.

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Yes, I often congratulate myself on having ZERO connection to these repulsive Italian doggie dikes, but I try to avoid talking about that so as not to stir the pot. Those Italians are too stupid for words.

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Yes, my mother is such a nice and charitable person. Melanie was one of her projects, she lived with us for one year before moving over to the west part of the state, more than 20 years ago. I try to cooperate with these projects, but myself alone, I might not be able to do these projects on the same scale as my parents did, and also my grandparents who fed and housed various hobos during their working days. There are too many viruses out there to which I might be vulnerable, for me to do that also.

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Yes, I am once again reminded that our high school mascot was a Trojan, depicted in various ways mostly as sort of hippie-ish, as a little warrior in sandals, with a sword and spear, which faintly evokes the idea of an ancient city, recently unearthed on the coasts of Turkey, wherein various treasures were discovered, from whence ancient Trojans purportedly emigrated in ancient times of misty memory around the continent of Europe, arriving at England where they settled in ancient times. Maybe. Who can say what really happened back then? All of which has nothing whatever to do with the city of Troy in New York, although who knows what Trojans landed upstate there. The only persons form upstate New York that I ever met were somewhat weird and neurotic in my opinion. We may see the upstate New Yorkers ruminating loudly in their upstate bubble cages at the zoological park, but we do not necessarily have any desire to go there at the moment. Yes, I agree that we should have a healthy respect for the wildlife. 

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Yes, that certainly is some heavy witchcraft emanating from Pastor Brockoli and his wife or ex-girlfriend, I never really heard how that worked out in the end. God is merciful, so we are somehow not consumed and obviously they are not being burned at the stake as of yet, one can easily imagine. But whatever. Why should they pray to God when they already Wicked Witch Debbie to make their arrangements for them? I really don't quite see how that works.

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Yes, I vaguely remember having served for one year as a volunteer usher for the concert series at that Dutch Reform church, only because a friend of mine had arranged that, and, Ok, fine, the concerts were reward enough for that service, given that I can turn in the concert programs for homework credit, so that was nice. The matter of shaking hands with the friendly Mr. Schuller was another small bonus we had not anticipated. So that was nice. Ok, fine. However, that was only one year. Time to get on with my life.

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Yes, there is a another philosophical conundrum to ponder, whether it is possible to "like" any politician of any party. Politicians are notoriously fickle (rhymes with pickle.)

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Yes, I vaguely remember that on the first day of high school I had to go into some room where I was handed some paperwork, by Heather. I forget what that was, probably just enrollment papers, and Heather handed me these papers and introduced me to her Italian fascist bodyguards from the CIA, who, anyway, obviously they don't work for me, so I mostly try not to mess with them because I don't quite know why they hate me, but anyway, whatever, everybody hates me in adolescent angst-land so I have grown accustomed to not expecting much of anything from those people who sit over there in the cool clique side of the room.

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Yes, we have often observed from afar the rigid caste system of India, ranging from Brahmins all the way down to Untouchables, but we are so much more enlightened here in America, where that type of systemic discrimination is not nearly the problem that it is in some other countries, as we would prefer to congratulate ourselves on not being that way, although who knows, the way things are now trending, we can't be sure that we will always be a free country and not descend to that level of just any third world country where all the money and power is concentrated in a small group of people, and everybody else is just out of luck.

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Yes, I suppose that is another of your smart alecky, snarky "kid" jokes, as if that were funny, this your obsession with monarchy jokes, because if this were a monarchy, the children might have permanent jobs awaiting them there, but this is not a monarchy and there are no guarantees in this life that anybody will be there later. Times change.