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Yes, I do not recall myself ever signing any contract about selling my body a slave property of some people I don't even know and don't particularly like. I do not understand why this confusion would have arisen. Nobody here in the United States agrees with having slavery and slave markets, so where did that whacko idea come from?

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Yes, I do vaguely remember that my sister might have been six years old when she was shot by a BB-gun. She had a little red mark on her abdomen. The name of the boy who shot her with his BB-gun was, I think maybe he was Paul Cunningham, and it was while they were playing in the backyard of their house in Guadalajara, Mexico. I seem to remember that the Cunninghams did not live all that far away from where we lived that year, while my parents were attending language school there. The Cunninghams were missionaries to Mexico so they stayed there for a very long time, while we only lived there for one year. so I do not remember much about them now. It has been too long a time for me to remember the people that I met when I was eight years old and then our paths diverged and we never saw them again after that, although I forget, was it we who later sent them a chain letter or the other way around? Chain letters are easy to forget about.

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Yes, and probably Pam forgot to mention that she was fired for double booking, but that would a whole different story that you could look into, although I was already gone at the time so I do not have any details on that.

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Yes, I seem to remember that there was a Cumberland convenience store down there on Sample Road, next to a gas station, although not really near enough to be convenient for us to go there very often, probably we would not be able to run in there and get something very easily, without having to driver all the way over there, so that is a bit out of our radius.

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Yes, you cannot be seriously expecting me to pay for all those hideous tattoos etched on Ann Niles' face. Doesn't the Bible expressly forbid tattoos, and yet there she is in all her tattooed artifice, screaming at me about something. She was angry because people had remarked on her flirtatious behavior with various men around her, although not me, I was only hearing the observations of others, and now she is on her third husband, so that works for some people. Somehow I think that if I were to behave that way, I do not think that I would get the same reaction, nothing positive for me, so I do not try to do that.

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Yes, I can easily see how you people are all plotting to make my life a complete misery. Makes me want to live a hermit life, thus to shrug off all these bait-and-hook entanglements.

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Yes, I vaguely remember writing the story that I was assigned to write by my boss at the time, Max, and there is nothing more that I can add to that. I cannot imagine there being anything that I would need to discuss with the riff-raff of West Virginia, although I do remember that my boss showed me the ring he was wearing in the office, which he said was given to him by Rockefeller, at the time when he was living in West Virginia. So that was interesting.

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Yes, I noticed something interesting about Alcott's novel featuring the character Christie, although I am not sure whether it has any similarities to the novel "Christy," written by Catherine Marshall, which I do remember reading during high school. And also, I cannot say one thing or another about the school teaching career of Catherine Marshall's mother, upon which the "Christy" book was said to be based. 

That said, I cannot imagine there would be anything that I would need to discuss with the cranky People of West Virginia. I never lived there. Besides which: They have their Catherine Marshall. They have their Rockefeller. They have their Max. 

So why are they bothering me? I think that I have no need of the approvals of the West Virginia riff-raff.

Why can't you just tell the worthless idiots of West Virginia to shut up?

 

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Yes, clearly the government can take everything by eminent domain, but anyway, what is there to gain by this exercise in futility? Whose house did they take? What old lady? If they government wants to build a highway through your backyard, you just might be out of luck. I do not think that I can help you with that. 

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Yes, I do think that if you are going to cast me as the wealthy heiress from New England, that you should also figure out some logical way to also endow me with an appropriately large fortune with which to do all these crazy things that you are imagining, although actually I might not want to do that myself anyway. I might not want my life to be controlled by you.

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Yes, I am bored of this incessant chatter about budgeting of non-existent money, given the entire lack of income. Once the necessities of food, clothing and rent are covered, hopefully, there is nothing left to budget for, just a big fat hole and/or financial deficit. So shut up already about budgeting.

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Yes, I think that I already told you, only because you asked, that I am not a great fan of Alcott, although I think that I did see a "Little Women" movie on television, so conducive to all of those historical costumes and picturesque settings. However, who am I to argue with the classic icons of American literature? Besides which, business is business. Keep your party politics out of my personal business. Is that your bootlegger guilt on display for all to see? Is that how you thank me for voting for you?  Is there a law requiring that I vote for you? I could just not vote, if worse comes to worse, and let the chips fall where they may.  

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Yes, who would not like the prospect of having the entire Establishment of the nation rise up to defend my prospective union to some wealthy scion of New England stock? Who wouldn't come running to look for more of that? I really cannot blame them for taking advantage of every opportunity afforded to them, even if the scion involved be a repulsive fleabag and bloated blithering idiot. Needless to say. But what are their specific names and stories I really could not say. Why should I concern myself with the gutter flowing through the minds of these dreary liquor people? Just a small taste of their vinegary garbage is really too much for me, enough to cure me of caring about that.

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Yes, they leave a bad impression with their Chilean street lingo, and then they expect me to pay for that? Ridiculous. But sometimes people are so addicted to that control freak feeling of always being right about everything all the time, that there is no communicating with them, no possibility of them ever apologizing for being so mean to me. So just forget about that. There is nothing to more to say about mountains and valleys. Every valley will be exalted, eventually. But I cannot say when that would ever really happen.

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Yes, I have long since rescinded my few paltry attempts at fiction writing. No more fiction writing for me. Paul is just out of luck, no more fictionalized verbiage will ever be found with that particular character in the roster of typecast manikins. Sorry but you people are just out of luck. You just have nothing, never mind about the creepy weird spiderweb you weaved. I do not do fiction myself, so there is no place in life for you. 

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Yes, I cannot even begin to imagine what dull and boring dog might have eventually married Tim, (Arf! Arf! Arf!) and I really do not care. If they cannot forgive anyone who ever hurt their feelings, there is nothing that we can be doing for them in future, they should go to law school. 

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Yes, there are many things that I have said that I am sorry about having said that, so yes, I am sorry that I said that, I was sorry that I said that at the time that I said that in the first place, so, yes, enough said about that. Hopefully you will simply forget that I ever existed, which makes life so much easier not having to worry about inadvertently saying some crazy thing.

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Yes, what are they going to do about this hostile Bot virus? It destroys, it fills up the hard drive with Trivia, and in the middle of the night, while you are sleeping, it will paint odd wordings all over your car windows, as if your car were for sale, and also some type of foam, hastening the time when you will need to have your car repainted. These are signs of the hostile Bot virus at work. But what to do about that is not clear.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing the FORD joke and/or motto about the need to Fix Or Repair Daily, and sometimes we try to comply with that order. However, there comes a point of breakdown, when the Ford must be traded in for something else, maybe something that does not require so much maintenance.

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Yes, oh, was I supposed to thank Kennedy's stupid dog Dauna for pooping all over the place, in a way that can never be fixed or repaired? Who even wants to live on a planet ruled by them? Useless. 

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Yes, I noticed that you have already elected Carol as President whatever that meant, so I really do not see why I should be bothered with that. I have no personal connection whatever to that. Why should I care about Carol's garbage? What more could go wrong?

Some of my wiring has gotten entangled and is malfunctioning due to various mishaps so probably I should just give everyone a rest and not do anything more about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during college, for a year, or at least a semester, that Gloria Erwin was living next door in the girls' dorm, although I do not remember her myself, I might have seen her once or twice coming and going in the halls, but she was almost never there and then she was gone, so I cannot say much about that. I so think that my roommate said something about her, you could always ask them what that was about because I really do not remember much.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that whenever the roll was called in high school class, my answer would be "Here!" (Not hear, only here.) Others might say "Present," but that sounds so persnickety formal to me. I prefer to say simply "Here!" The teacher says that we are to be in our places with bright shiny faces, so that is how "Here" makes more sense to me than "Present."

And when do we get to the part of this game where I get to go and smash Lydia's face, wipe that smirky stupid attitude of hers off of planet earth? No, I do not get to do that. I am a Christian, (apparently in contrast to them), so I have to turn the other cheek and walk the extra mile, been there done that, so enough of their junk. I saw with my own eyes how Vineyard people are a low-level of scummy riff-raff, but I should refrain from generalizations. Who am I to say something more about that? I am only here on his planet for a short time, and then I will be gone and I do not even remember what their names were.

I do not recall myself ever being married to some despicable French-fried idiot James/John, so cannot imagine why those riff-raff would still be lurking about in some dark corners. They are not my problem.

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Yes, I see no reason to continue discussing personal matters with those Filipino strangers. I am not even distantly related to that, have no idea what is this Filipino vs. Russian game. 

I vaguely remember reading that Willard and his second wife, a Russian, went to the Philippines way back when, but those people are all dead now, so anyway, nobody cares about that.

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Yes, I cannot help but wonder why I am getting this avalanche of junk mail. Often it does not seem to be addressed to me in particular, sometimes only "Resident" or some such, but still it arrives in my box and what am I supposed to do with all of this unsolicited information? Willard who? I was never interested in Willard Blount, he was not my type, so he was left to marry some Cuban girl, is what I heard. I am not aware of any Willard in my family tree. There is a theory that I might be six times removed from any other person on the planet, so who am I to say why the U.S. was called on to fight the Spanish-American War more than a hundred years ago. Whatever. I am not interested in learning how to do the Filipino sticky dance in their native clothing and with bamboo poles, that was Josephine's problem, not mine.  

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Yes, I agree that the 10 commandments are extremely important, No. 9 being an injunction not to bear false witness against your neighbor. To speculate about things people might have done is certainly a temptation to which human nature is susceptible at times, but we must resist this temptation and refrain from saying things that might not be true, or which we have no evidence with which to prove the truth of.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that while working in central Florida, my boss gave me assignment to write something about lemon laws, which are done to help consumers whose cars are consistently not functioning well, and can be documented to be fundamentally defective and should be returned to the manufacturer for refund or replacement. The lemon laws give the consumer legal forces to execute that solution, something that my boss thought it would be helpful for people to know about. Later, after the story appeared in the paper, the local car dealership who advertises in our paper, the Ford guy, complained to the advertising director, so there was some sort of flap about that. I do not remember much about that in terms of details, but perhaps I am a bit too complacent about researching and writing whatever story is assigned to me, in some people's opinion at least.

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Yes, I vaguely remember when I visited California and there attended some family event, maybe a funeral, that there I once had a conversation with my Dad's Uncle Ariel, who talked up growing up in Hawaii, and there his father was at some time working at a church there, but also moonlighting as a security guard for some rich man and having to carry a gun. Ok, fine. So of course, the police carry guns. I am not sure what that would have to do with oil drilling projects in California. I really do not know much about that. You could always ask his son Danny for more information about that. You might have more luck getting something out of him than I would, because his game is to mock me and leave me on the outside trying to get in whether I care or not, whether I have any thoughts or not matters not to him. I do not see any reason to waste my time trying to get something else about that when nobody is gong to talk to me. Stop wasting my time with that.   

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Yes, it is always awkward, my wacky wicked cousins pretending to be related to me. I have no idea what their connections might be or who they are working for.

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Yes, I vaguely remember, that back when we were leaving El Salvador and returning home to the U.S., that it was nice of Oscar and Barbara to answer the ad to come to our house and buy our furniture and some stuff that were getting rid of at the time. I forget, did they also buy the record player and box of records? I really do not remember many specifics about that. Even so, they would not be the best people to be discussing personal matters with, given that there would not be many brain cells in their empty heads. You just never know when you list stuff to sell, where that will end up later. I have not seen them since then, have no idea whatever happened to them. 

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Yes, I was studiously ignoring and doing absolutely nothing about the idiotic rantings of Stephanie. I don't care what she does. I am not going to fall into that trip. Complete silence wins that game.

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Yes, very clever, you are all very clever, but even so, the truth is that I was talking about a mountain peak of one sort or another, and how could I know that word had a different meaning amongst the street people of Chile, where they learned their Spanish? How could I know that? Why would they ever mention that to me? Interesting coincidence, but everything is all on them. I am relieved to know that it was not me, and I might have avoided some of those mental contortions if I had known that it was all about them in the first place.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that some people who had worked with my parents, had later gone to Honduras and were living there, in San Pedro Sula. And I remember hearing that Honduras had also invited my parents to go to Honduras for a third term, but my parents said no, they turned that down. Some Honduran lady was online saying that we needed to learn some lessons about the other side, because, having lived through the soccer war in El Salvador, we would probably have been a bit prejudiced from having seen it from their point of view and read about that in the Prensa Grafica. However, my parents said no, they did not go to Honduras. Yes, Honduras probably also would have its points, undoubtedly, but ourselves not being involved in the war itself, seeing it from the point of view of persons who had to live without electricity at night for a week, because they would turn the electricity off citywide at 6 p.m. so that the Honduran bombers would get lost trying to find something, we might not be able to get what are the points that Honduras would want to make either, and by the time that we would get what their points are, we might be very sick pretending to belong to one side or the other. So my parents decided not to go to Honduras.

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Yes, you people are sort of simple minded. You think that just because she is blond, that automatically she is a U.S. citizen, as if blond were a synonym of U.S. citizenship. And then when she opens her mouth and talks like a complete foreigner and alien, then you would hear that. But perhaps you are also deaf.

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Yes, I do think it is somewhat awkward to find myself mistaken for some French-fried Acadian. Who cares about that stuff? I might be at least 80 percent British Islands in terms of descent, so obviously I am not going to be hugely interested beyond the usual history books that everybody can read for themselves. I do not identify that way, so it does not really matter to me. Is that some sort of Acadian joke, trying to throw me to the Sumerians or vice versa? I don't really get that or why I should care. NOT funny.

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Yes, I often hear you boasting of your mop flopping techniques. Well, good for you. You could always apply at Disneyland, where the Evans work. They are probably always in need of staff for their cleaning crews, because that is there business to make the guests feel welcome.

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Yes, it really does not matter, all this boasting of your housecleaning skills, I am never going to hire you to come over and clean my house. Never. How can I fail to see that your own cousin is that disgusting repulsive trash heap Debbie Dud.

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Yes, don't I always have something better to do than sit there to be insulted listening to the screaming hissy fits of Cori? I am not taking any more of her garbage. That was the end of that story. 

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Yes, I forget at exactly what point in time it was that I said to Cori, maybe not soon enough, that I am not going to be doing things with her and her friends ever again in this lifetime, that if I am to be known by the company I keep, and if I am to clean up my act and live a more Christian style of life pleasing to the Lord, I must needs dump this vulgar foul-mouthed Cori and her decadent scummy lowlife friends in a Jenkins garbage dumpster. Well, I did not say it that way, but certainly they have no excuse and no reason to be dragging me back to their worthless dumpster fire. I had thought myself rid of those riff-raff. So why am I still hearing traces of them? I was not able to be an effective witness, unfortunately, so I must cut bait and leave them to their fate. Long ago I washed my hands of your worthless Cori trash. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember reading books that were critical of the occult. A hundred years ago there were some very vocal critics of the occult who would explain in their books what was going on at séances or sayances and other such events. I have never seen one of those personally, but you can easily read about that and inform yourself. Oh, were you expecting a noisy barrage of opposition and criticisms? Would overcoming that energize your occultic batteries? What, you want to be the Wicked Witch of Babylon? Yes? Well, go right ahead, don't let me get in your way. Perhaps that explains why nobody wants to talk about that nowadays. I would not want you to get the impression that I care about that one way or another. Nowadays we have Youtube videos, Wikipedia and science to help fill in the knowledge blanks for us, so whatever. Be informed. Make your own decisions. The end times are coming.    

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Yes, there was a question of how many Pollocks does it take to screw in a light bulb, and I forget the punchline. I have heard many variations on this theme but I am not very good at telling jokes so I should not even try to retell that. 

And then you came back online to tell us about the Polish boyfriend of Louisa May Alcott, the American author who never married. I was in my youth a prolific player of Authors card game, and Alcott was the only woman author represented there, but I do not claim any deeper knowledge of her personal life and the source of her fictional productions, was the Polish man merely her friendly tour guide while visiting Europe? Did he return to Poland after visiting her in the America and marry a woman of his own language and country? And what did he say about America later to his Polish wife? You are telling me about that. That is all new information to me.

And why all these jokes about Barbara? Barbara who? Why all of this to-do about Barbara? I have met various Barbaras during my lifetime, but it was not until I was doing my genealogical research that I learned of the existence of Barbara Barth and her husband Carl Harsh. Yes, ok, fine, and how does that translate into jokes about Lot? You have to dig a little deeper to find Harsh, so fine, Jesse, was that all? And what was that supposed to prove? We should probably leave them wallowing in their own garbage until they cough up a real answer to that question because I do not want to be bothered with their nonsense.