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Yes, I see that we are thinking about Nabal and did he ever get his vineyard back, after he was killed by Jezebel and his vineyard seized and given to King Ahab? No, it seems that Jezebel did get away with murder and he cannot come back from the dead to take his vineyard back. And even though things did not end so well for Jezebel, nothing is ever said of giving back Nabal's vineyard. Sometimes life is not fair. Nobody ever said that life would be fair. Sometimes we have to let go of earthly things and set our minds upon things above.

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Yes, true, it gets very expensive doing it this way, but I seem to have no choice in the terminated matter. Some people upstairs really hate me guts, I guess. Who knew?

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Yes, we should probably be wondering whatever happened to those back-stabbing traitorous so-called friends, or rather pseudo-friend fakers, Joy and Harold, those empty buckets. They do not really have any paperwork and they are not going to get anything from me, especially not now. I really could not care less if I never see them again, so why do I hear their names thrown around as if they ever had anything to say to me.

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Yes, in a way I sort of get your point, that if I could not manage well with one little sister, maybe you would punish me by inflicting a thousand even worse little sisters upon me, as if my life were not miserable enough already. 

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Yes, one would think that the CIA would apologize for trying to shovel all these nasty Italian mafia creeps on us during high school. I do not even remember them. They were a colossal nuisance to me, but nothing more can be said of them. Their vocabulary is limited to words that start with F. It would be a relief to finally return to the U.S. where I can drop off somewhere and forget about them. But of course that would not be the proper Christian thing to say.

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Yes, I noticed that you talk about money as if it did not come with so many strings attached. There is money and then there is money. Not all money is wanted, yet money is necessary to get some things done. Borrowed money is to be avoided. Vice money is not desirable. Only earned money, or sometimes inherited money, clear of all these entanglements, would really do the job. So just to say "money" would be to mislead.

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Yes, I vaguely remember reading in great-grandmother's diaries about her big trip back east in about 1960, during which time she visited my Dad's Uncle Ben and his family, who were living in South Carolina at the time. They eventually returned to their home turf of Norther California. I only know what I read in the diaries. My Dad's Uncle Ben was a brother of my grandmother.

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Yes, it seems ridiculous for me to imagine that I would be getting online messages from those scary terrifying Wilsons who could easily squash me like a bug. I mean, Kathy sings beautifully, but beyond that I am not aware of there being any brain cells in her empty head. Oh, was that her cousin, who was my high school classmate? No one had ever mentioned that to me. Why would they not say something about that to me or ask something if there was any connection there? What is their internal family problem in that regards? Why should I care about that? I just have no idea what to say about them.

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Yes, I vaguely remember reading about the Pentecostal experiences of my aunt and uncle as recorded in writing in the diaries of great-grandmother. So apparently only their experiences count for anything in the book of great-grandmother, even though they later went out and married completely pagan heathen spouses whose presence tends to nullify what might otherwise have been the Christian story of the family.

Yes, wasn't that nice of great-grandmother to send me a birthday card every year while she was living. She sent a birthday card to each and every one of her descendants on their birthdays, so that was nice. She having started with seven children of her own, it is hard to say how many birthday cards that would have been by the time she was 100 years old, which is how long she lived.

I forget who thought that I should take up the mantle of great-grandmother and do the same, but that might have been a joke, coming from some pagan source, given that I have no children, and wouldn't that just ruin my life, Ha ha ha!, wouldn't that just break my bank to have to keep track of and/or pretend to care about all those multiplying brats. Wouldn't I just be running around like a chicken with its head cut off? Ha ha ha! And besides, I really don't care that much. That would not be a job that I would want.  

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Yes, upon further digging, we find that Beverly, my mother's cousin, has been divorced from Richard Klein since 1980, that is to say, 43 years ago they were divorced. My mother once said that Beverly lives in Temecula in a house stacked with magazines, but upon further inspection we see that she lives in Tehachapi. They had a son named David, but I never met him. So why am I getting all of this mail from Klein people? I do not remember these people, don't know anything about them and their divorce from us. But if Sue continues to aggressively challenge us that way, we might have to summon the Jewish rabbis to have her shipped home to her Jewish roots, because we are Christians here and we do not like to think of it that way. We are not going to bow down and worship her as the golden idol. Needless to say.

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Yes, it is sad to know that my mother's cousin Beverly is divorced from her ex-husband Richard Klein. But that has been the fact for quite a few years now. You would think all these people would have been able to get along, apart from the question of why she married him in the first place. But anyway, they have been divorced for quite a few years now, so we really should ask why have so many people apparently not gotten the memo? But we always studiously ignore that silly Sue twit, perhaps they did not yet get the memo. But after all, the divorce from Klein has been over for quite a few years now, and we have nothing to add to the divorce paperwork. We are barely aware of their existence.  

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Yes I vaguely remember that when I gave a speech at my 8th grade graduation, the teacher gave us some advice about what we would have to say, introductory and in conclusion. We had to say certain things, not just anything. Even so, I forget what said, if anything.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing about how my aunt excelled in debates and giving speeches, so maybe she would want to run for office someday. I do not know. I never really asked or discussed that with them.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that it was I myself who was pontificating on the point that people should always work and not go on welfare, but I see that has perhaps motivated your counterpoint point illustrating some other points about how sometimes the boss is clueless and does not assign anything helpful to my personal life. Sometimes you cannot trust even the boss to have a clue about anything. You might be better off working for yourself than trusting a pack of clueless Talking Heads to do anything helpful. Truly, that is another way of looking at that.  

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Yes, that was so mean, what we did to that homeless beggar who was standing across the street from Susie's house. I can't quite remember, how did we think of such a mean thing to do? 

We were at Susie's house, and the idea came up to put a concoction in a bottle and give it to the shabby hobo who was standing around at the corner, across the street. It must have had a horrible taste, it contained vinegar among other liquids found in Susie's kitchen. We would have been about age 10 or 11 at the time. We also did some weird cake thing, I forget what that was. And then we had the maid carry these horribly disappointing gifts to the ragged hobo across the street, and, whatever. I forget why it seemed funny at the time. Why did we do that? 

But of course, beggars really should know better than to hang around on street corners, we cannot give them money because they would spend everything on booze, so for their own good we can only give them some piece of food, maybe a banana or an orange, when they come calling.

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Yes, clearly he has only himself to blame for choosing to marry that clueless Beerbottle Bimbo. Needless to say. And I really would not want to hear all of the details of the sad story of their divorce. It is enough to hear that they are divorced, to know that he is not rowing with both oars in the water. Needless to say. Obviously.

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Yes, I vaguely remember when I was eight years old, living in Guadalajara, Mexico, and my friends at the time included the Stone and Cunningham boys, and didn't we have so much fun at the picnic, and playing in the park, and so forth, and I said to them that who knows, maybe some day after we grow up, we could meet again and have a reunion. However, that never really happened. And they really should not feel obligated to try to make that happen. I was only eight years old at the time, and like so many other people, often life does not happen the way we were expecting as children. So that is nothing at all. It is not like I ever bothered them on Sadie Hawkins day, so they really have nothing on me. Needless to say.

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Yes, I noticed that you are so edgy, you fell all the way over the edge, so I don't see where you have any place to tell me something about that. I only remember that I wasn't talking to you or about you when I said that, although I forget now who was I actually talking to, or what was the original context of that, probably it was just an abstract thought about some certain matters generally speaking.

And who was I talking to when I quoted the old worn-out proverb about how words can never hurt me. If I would have known you would use that as a license to kill, I might have avoided ever speaking to you at all, ever in this lifetime.

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Yes, isn't that a funny coincidence? Susie Stewart is married to Buzz Stewart, and was that merely a coincidence that they both have the same last name, because we already know because Susie told us herself that they are not so closely related as for that to be an issue, but anyway Susie told us herself that she was praying that she would not have to change her last name due to marriage, because she loves her last name so much, and so that, Buzz, was the answer to her prayer. So, OK, fine, whatever. Needless to say.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember contemplating the infinite number of Carter's little liver pills, not that I ever took any of that "medicine." That was only a verbal expression that can only be used in a certain abstract sort of way (or else it becomes meaningless), and is used to denote a number difficult to compute, of a countless infinity, not to be confused with any politicians of the Carter name. And it does not have much currency nowadays, being a somewhat antique form no longer much in use. So I am just saying that I doubt that we were not contemplating a political and/or legal usage for that expression, whenever it was used in casual conversation, I forget the original context. I would have to defer any questions about the Carter politics to the Georgia delegates who are the Reese's pieces. They would probably know something about that. Why are you asking me all of these useless questions I cannot answer?  

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Yes, it was not I who wrote that fake love letter, but I suppose that you would want to throw that at me anyway, and irritate me, even though she really ought to explain herself what she and her friend were thinking when they did that, and how can I apologize when nobody tells me anything and I only learned of that after the fact. I just have no sense of personal guilt in regards to that point.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was making a fuss online because during high school Lori had dated that Italian mafia creep Tony, but I was not the origin of that tempest in a teapot. Keep digging. Maybe you will find the original source of that eventually.

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Yes, I did vaguely remember that someone was teasing the Reece family about eating Reese's peanut butter cups, but I did not remember any other original context of that, whether there was something else to that. But of course these Baptists probably may have their own private jokes, to which I am not privy, lest I be made the target of their tempestuous temper tantrums.

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Yes, I would not want to mislead those little brats into thinking that I would ever have anything to sell to them. Whether or not I might die tomorrow is not yet a determined fact, in which case everything would just go into the one bucket anyway, so when you plotted to kill me, you should not be imagining that later there would be any prize to you for doing that. No, you would only be expediting matters that, anyway, in the eternal scheme of things, do not matter all that much. The earth belongs to the Lord and we are only here temporarily and then we are gone, and what becomes of the earth later is not really ours to decide, or rather not yours to decide.

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Yes, I vaguely remember John telling us about the customs of dating in South America, where the girl must be chaperoned and never be alone with a man before marriage, even after engaged, a scandalous thing down there. So I suppose you are angling to do something with that tidbit, because here in the U.S. we do not have such rigid rules of chaperones, and do not require a guard everywhere we go, just because that guy on the plane referred to me as my little sister's chaperone, where did he get that notion, I do not remember discussing that with the Reeses, although I did feel guilty about dropping their turtle on the cement floor.

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Yes, one cannot but feel pity for the wretched denizens of Dallas, whose entire life resembles a plot from that horrible TV show that I never watched. J.R. was a fictional character of no interest to us in terms of gas and oil matters. What would a clueless TV show know about real life? Nothing, actually.

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Yes, ah for the good old days when there was a Borders bookstore up there on Glades Road, where you could pause a few minutes to browse and sample music. But anyway, everything is on Youtube now for the sampling, and there is an even bigger BN for the browsing, although a bit farther away, so times do change, certainly.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during high school, probably my senior year, that we, our family, assisted with the adoption of a local baby boy, given to a couple in the state of Washington. During the adoption process, the baby boy was kept at our house for about two weeks, while the paperwork was being done and the couple preparing to come and get him. During those two weeks, we learned something about the care of babies, how they must be burped, their diapers changed and so on and so forth, about how when you take off the diaper sometimes there is an accidental spraying so you have to be careful about that. So that was interesting. I do not quite remember all the logistics of how all that happened.  

We later heard that they returned there a few years later, we were gone by then and someone else helped them to adopt a baby girl, his sister, from the same mother, but we were not involved in that. I doubt that our name would be on any adoption papers, so there is nothing that we can say about that. We were not planning to charge the mother for dumping all her children on us, because anyway, adoption is for families who can handle these matters, so I do not see what else there would be to say about that.  

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Yes, I suppose that if I put a huge hole in my budget, that I would need to cut something else from my list of expenses to make up the difference and balance my budget, or else increase my income, although that might not happen. There is no guarantee that I would be able to increase my income single-handedly. Yes, so anyway, I think that budgeting is a very simple thing. You really should not buy stuff that you don't need, or something like that. True. Although my idea of what I need might not match yours, so shut up.

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Yes, Yakkity-Yakkity-Yak, I vaguely remember in college the existence of Clayton Light and his wife, who were said to be from Yakima, Washington. Sometimes the people in college who you thought were your friends, really are nothing later, as we learned. During college days they themselves said they belonged to the Keith Green retinue, but with their bread-and-butter golden-idol dead in a plane crash, those glory days are now long gone. How will they manage without that? Will they have to go out and get a real job? I just have no idea why I should dignify the empty-shell mutterings or challenges of unknown strangers in far-flung states.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that "Screwtape Letters," a book by C.S.Lewis, is something that I read during high school. It is a rather short book, not a long book, and it has a somewhat entertaining way of dealing what could be otherwise a depressing topic, about how to be aware of temptations and how you are being manipulated by the devil. But of course if you are the devil you might not see it that way. But, anyway, how is that book a problem for you? I really don't see how that would be a problem if more people would read that. 

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Yes, it is true that in my youth I had an amazing Tarzan yodel while vocalizing in the shower, but anyway, I haven't really done that for a long time. It just isn't worth the effort anymore, when it just did not mean that much to me. 

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Yes, I cannot help but wonder what demons are being channeled by this evil wicked Sickha Witch-Elect. Needless to say. Ann Niles has not seen anything worth mentioning, so no additions will be available to facilitate any sort of escalation. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during the year that my sister was at SCC, she told me that some people from the Modesto school had enrolled there but withdrew and left after a short time for whatever reason. I did not see them nor would I remember what that was about. Perhaps the Nocal people would prefer cooking lessons at the newly evolved retreat center, formerly known as Bethany. I am a bit late learning about all of their coding. 

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Yes, it is true that many things are true, and yet not all things are expedient, that is to say, convenient or effective or efficient or beneficial, to paraphrase a New Testament thought. So just because Texas is a native habitat of rattlesnakes, that does not mean there would be any reason for me to go there to hang out with the rattlesnakes. Needless to say. 

If and when the gas and oil companies would change their attitude and put their money where their mouth is, then that would be something to listen to, but for now these speculations seem as if an implausible exercise in futility.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that while I was in the 7th grade at Modesto Christian School, that over there in the 8th grade class was some girl who always seemed to be in trouble for wearing miniskirts that were too short, but I forget what her name was. I don't remember very many people from that time.

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Yes, I do think that they did a good job of organizing the talent show that year, and also organizing an organization that was to perpetuate the task of organizing the annual talent show. As someone was saying, they obviously spend a lot of time watching TV reruns, because they certainly do a good job of copycatting various sketches from the Carol Burnett show, Luci & Desi, Sonny & Cher, Elvis, among other things from pop culture. And there is always a place for these technical people who know how to do these technical things, and where else but college to learn how to stage all of these technical things about staging shows. So I cannot say too much about that. 

However, as for the rest of us, it is a bit unfortunate that they always want to live in that moment, with evil dominatrix Sharon installed forever as the eternal choir director, forcing us to mouth all of these nonsensical things, so that no one else can even think of aspiring to anything. And wasn't Sharon married to that creepy Honduran weirdo Ronald. There was nothing nice to say about them, so, shhh, say nothing. You Thumper Rabbit, stop asking so many questions about all of those people we are forgetting to mention. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that when the last issue of the high school newspaper was published and appeared in print, that Carol, the elected columnist, was distraught and angrily accusing us of editing her column, which we were not supposed to do, because she had appealed to the professor, and the professor had given special instructions that we were not to edit Carol's column in any way. However, we did edit it a little bit, maybe there were some misspellings, I do not remember what that was. I never did read that later, until about 10 years ago when I was looking through some old papers, and now I see that someone may have snuck in after deadline and swapped out the copy entirely, because whatever we had edited of Carol's column was not that, what appeared in print. Carol, or whoever wrote or secreted the swapped column, seems to be ranting about someone's voice, and how she does not like someone's voice. So we see that you can be an elected columnist and yet not chosen to perform the lead role in a high school musical, so I am not sure what else that proves. And to think that all that time I was feeling guilty about editing the column, when anyway there was something else going on.   

I vaguely remember that Kathy was shuffling some papers in a drawer while this was happening, but I did not look into that. I don't dare to ask questions about that.

 

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Yes, I see that I have agreed to evacuate the planet in a peaceful way, possibly to pacify the hostilities or whatever that was, so why all of this protest? Why should I be troubled with having to run for office on a planet where I can never possibly win and where no one can ever appreciate my true value and worth? I must have faith that there is another time and another place in a future dimension more conducive to my successful implementation of lessons learned in this lifetime, so not all is a loss. But until then, I would like to be able relax and enjoy the ride in a more pleasant way than electoral politics could ever possibly afford to me. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember when I was eight years old, and we were visiting at the Cunningham's house in Guadalajara, Mexico, and Jonathan was showing me the rattlesnake skin that he keeps in his sock drawer. That is when I first learned about how rattlesnakes shed their skins, they molt. 

Which reminds me, whatever happened to that hissy snake Carmen? And is that shrill Bathsheba Cooper I hear running around naked as a jaybird? I have no special memory of either one of them. 

And I would not want to mislead those Caribbean people into thinking that I would ever give them something, only because they had rudely insinuated themselves into my personal life. I would have to tell them what everyone is telling me, "Nobody is going to give you anything." Nothing is for sale. Don't even ask about that.

Long ago half of the mineral rights were sold to the farmer, and that was the deal. They have their mineral rights and we have our mineral rights, and there is nothing more to negotiate on this point. Nothing is for sale. Both rights holders would benefit ultimately, maybe, from the gas and oil rights, assuming. But there is no guarantee in life. That is not something to bet the farm on. It is not that much money to be so strung out about. Go get a job. Go get a life.

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Yes, you people certainly do a great job of making me feel completely unworthy of anything, thank you very much, but, anyway, I am not going to discuss that with you. It is really none of your business.

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Yes, there is a passing thought, something about how there might well be a special place in hell for these Russian KGB spies, but who am I to say what their game is? I have no idea of why I should care about some distant cousins of the umpteenth degree to whom nothing is owed.

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Yes, I suppose that I could forward all of these strange messages to the actual Irish cook, if I could "get" or "prove" something about that, but I really do not get what that deal meant. I never enlisted myself in the military nor do I have any personal connection to the military, so I cannot speak for my military cousins who live in an alternate universe unknown to me.

And it would seem puzzling to me why I would need to discuss these personal matters with some Porto Rican/Filipino dogs. There is no context for them to strut around that way, as if they were the slave owners, only in their sicko minds.

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Yes, it sort of boggles the mind that anyone would blame me for what Lynda did to herself and her own car, believe it or not, whatever that meant: $1 vs. $1 million. Huh? And I was not even invited to participate in their prank, slept through the whole thing, woke up the next morning to find an absurd chaos in the parking lot. The STOP sign was repainted as SPOT, among other things. Leopards have spots, but anyway, let us not take this SPOT point too seriously. I might be at risk of getting myself typecast as the Irish cook, even though I have been known to burn water, so that stereotype would not fit me very well, so I will be making my own vocational arrangements without their help.

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Yes, once again we ponder the eternal question of whether a leopard can change its spots.

Bringing us to the matter of whatever happened to Helen's lovely book about her childhood in India. How bad or good could it be? We never had the chance to weight in on the book's faults or lack thereof, whatever the case may be. We never knew that existed, so we are not laboring under any compelling subconscious need to reproduce Helen's chatterings in the way that you seem to imagine. Helen was living in India while her father was serving as a Christian missionary there, not having any connection to some wicked Sickha witch, needless to say.

Helen's voyage home to America through Italy was recorded in a series of magazine articles, which seem to deal fairly with the classics, although drawing strange attention to the naked statue of Venus de Millo, but anyway, whatever, we have never been there so we only see what we read in books written by children assisted by their mothers.

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Yes, I noticed that you were lecturing on the topic of entitlements, manifesting your obvious scorn and contempt for my paperwork, my identity, my DNA coding, whatever that meant. Obviously, there is nothing I would need to discuss with you on this topic. I would voluntarily arrange how to relinquish and/or cede my rights in my own way before I would ever grant you any credits for being a lousy Sickh Drama Queen scriptwriter, needless to say.

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Yes, it sort of boggles the mind, to imagine that I would be required to discuss any such matters of my personal Christian faith with this snarky pagan Sikka witch of the snippy attitude. I can never promise you that some befuddled person might fly off the handle and smash your precious idols of their platforms. I wasn't thinking about that, but anyway, you just never know sometimes when these strains of thought might burst into some unfortunate display.

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Yes, that was an egregious error of mine, pretending to be an official rater and/or reviewer of movies when I really was not, and have no idea or training as to what opinion to actually have about these community drama productions of whatever quality is hard to say. The play probably was not nearly that bad as I might have made it seem. I forget. How could I be so mean to those people? How stupid can I be? I liked drama week in high school, but I do not want you to get in the habit of assigning me to write theater reviews. Besides which, there is the matter of how a stitch in time saves nine, so getting myself fired might be one convenient way of extricating myself from this miserably impossible and unhappy situation, although not really the best way to leave. But aren't there laws somewhere protecting me from use of this type of information later to prevent my future employment?