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Yes, really, nobody cares that much whether your first language was Portuguese or Swahili or whatever. Mr. Wycliffe will assign you a language and then you will translate the entire Bible into that language, it really does not matter which language, as long as the Bible is available to all speakers of every language. The Lord loves everybody. I think that what Wycliffe does is a cool ministry if that is what you are into.

WIKIPEDIA says:

As of September 2023, translations of either portions of the Bible, the New Testament, or the whole Bible exist in over 3,658 of the 7,394 languages used on Earth. Wycliffe has translated the Bible into more than 700 languages. 

 

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Yes, why does not God heal all people? Barbara Miller (or Mitchell} wanted to discuss this question, and then the conversation went into the book of Job, and it just gets too deep for me, a deep subject for shallow minds as I have been known to say, by my back-stabbing "friends." Enough about Barbara Miller from Jackson, Mississippi. Some people just want to argue for the sake of arguing, not because they are listening to anything that we would be saying about that. You could ask my Mom what she said about that.

I cannot quite see, I have not really heard whatever happened later to Barbara Mitchell after she returned to the U.S. in 1975. She would come to our house and make me translate the newspaper from Spanish to English.

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Yes, I have every right to remove my name from the list of nominees because, anyway, I cannot think of anything more boring and uninteresting than participating in your private insider "election" joke, whatever that meant.

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Yes, that was really quite immature of me to get all weirded out over the silly antics of some elected 9th grader. Looking back, I don't remember why I did that. It just did not matter. If I had not fallen for that trap, it might have been easier to leave, but I am still leaving. There is no great reason to oppose elections theoretically speaking. Democracy requires elections. however messy that might get. No one with even half a brain is ever going to object to elections that are an essential part of the democratic process, so I do not quite see why you are beating on a dead horse. 

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Yes, I usually do not check the box when I am asked whether I want to contribute $1 to the Presidential campaigns of whoever that may be. Perhaps I just don't quite see what that means, although I have donated to Wikipedia on occasion, so I am not sure what that means in terms of my priorities.  

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Yes, I think that in future, you really should start citing your sources, if you really want to get academic credit for all of these sayings, because just a page full of exclamation marks does not really make the grade. Your sources must be formatted and styled in the proper way. I first learned the Turabian, but there are styles, such as the Chicago or the Psychological. Any of these proper styles may work, although you should check with your teacher or school, who may have ideas about that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember, way back when, that some people were online complaining about Jeff (MK-Haiti) and blaming me for his amazing rise to power, as if, when actually I did not know anything about that until after that mess happened, as if I had lied when I described their fasting program that was happening at our college, because he was asking about what was happening at SCC, although I was not personally participating in that myself. I am shy of these public performances, but there are those like to stand on street corners for public display. Maybe I did not explain that in so many words. I did not know that he was going to use me for something. And his sister is married to Mr. Ortiz. Hmmm..... And online Jeff wanted to discuss that book "The Kingdom of this World," of which I am not remembering anything, so maybe someday I would have to try to pull that out of a box and remind myself what that was about. And anyway, how would he know what was on my reading list? And why he is so connected to this boring Caribbean thing? I am not very interested in playing Jeff's game. 

 

 

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 Yes, I really am not thinking about what your religion may be. Wikipedia is very clear on this point. There are only 10 millions speakers of the Czech language whereas there are 25 million speakers of the Romanian language. So clearly you are outnumbered. There is nothing to negotiate on that point. Sometimes people are blessed by circumstances of geography beyond belief, and that is just how the world goes around the sun once a year. Basic.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing someone saying that some languages, such as the Czech language, are sort of private languages, because so few people speak or understand the Czech language, that few people on earth can understand what they are talkiing about. Who knows what insider jokes they may be telling behind your back, and how would you know? Is that something that worries me, that I should lose sleep over the Czech language? 

And what about the mysterious Dogpatch language, of which also so very little is known. No one cares to be reminded of Dogpatch, a twisted off shoot of a country that I would personally prefer to avoid entirely and relegate to the backwaters of ancient history. No one here is interested in being incorporated into your Dogpatch mythology.

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Yes, someone advised me to post because otherwise I really know nothing about this. Interesting how just churning systematically through the books can turn up some interesting items that otherwise I never would have noticed. Thanks for the good advice.

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Yes, I noticed that I was being very insulted by the "blue" mail that I received from David's French poodle wife. Oh, did they think that I was Swiss cheese? Yes, what was that about? And earlier he was heard online warning about her sick preoccupation with French literature. And what would he know about lit4erature? Legal sharks tend to have tiny little brains and beady eyes and sharp little teeth? 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that David had planned to do some ministry project in Palestine, maybe the West Bank, although I do not quite remember what was said about that. But, he having disquualified himself, I heard was trying to throw me to the Palestine side, but that was just his ridiculous idea. As for myself, given a chance to comment on that plan, and the inconvenience of letting those guys strategize my life for their own benefit, never anything helpful to myself, I actually cannot imagine myself getting involved in any way in such a dangerous part of the world. Terrifying! Did I say something about that? No, I said nothing, absolutely nothing about that. I will not be available to help with that. 

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Yes, I might be vaguely aware that some persons have been deprecating the work of Larry Norman, due to his bad behavior, having read about that probably in some magazine or someone's blog or somewhere. However that may be, I may still think that he might have written some good songs in his early years, before he fell of the deep end. I do not have any deep knowledge about who is talking about that. I have no personal connection to that. I vaguely remember seeing Larry Norman perform at a concert that we attended once in Colorado, in the 1970s.

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Yes, why waste my breath on someone who is so intimidated by those Uppity-Ups, how they are always muttering about how they are "coming up." And it is just all about blood type anyway, and that is not a problem that has any solution in rhia lifetime. We just are what we are till the day that we die, in terms of blood type. I never heard of anyone's blood type being changed by miraculous intervention. So whatever. He made is own arrangements, that has nothing to do with us.

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Yes, I really must confess that I might have read more than my fair share of those books by David Wilkerson, detailing the escapades of the Porto Rican juvenile delinquents of New York City. But enough of those lurid details. These books were very abundant to us because they were free samples that were sent to us, I read them often in Spanish language, dimly. 

But anyway, I might have said some unfortunate thing about how I do not have any testimony comparable to what those drug addict juvenile delinquents have to say about the miraculous saving power of Christ, of which I never heard the end of. I said that myself. But I digress. Anyway, that said, I am not going to go out and do some terrible thing just to have a dramatic testimony that can be written up in a Teen Challenge book. That would be ridiculous. 

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Yes, I cannot imagine why I would need to discuss anything with some clueless person who cannot even spell Cato. Needless to say. Obviously.

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Yes, our U.S. diplomats do such a great job of explaining our alliance with Israel, so that I do not think that I need to say anything more about that. Everybody knows that.

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Yes, wouldn't that be nice, if they would just go ahead and finish their job of putting Debbie in the freezer, and leave me out of that. I never had any connection to Debbie. Debbie who? With Debbie's noise resolved, we could all get on with our lives. I won't need that for anything. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during high school, in the 1970s, while Mr. Nixon was the President of the United States, there was also a Nixon in our small high school, of whom I remember almost nothing, and whether or not he was president of his high school class I really could not say. I would need to peruse the high school yearbook for clues about him, but anyway, I was never formally introduced to him, so that might not be worth looking into. Maybe he already has made his dating arrangements anyway. How would I know? I can't quite imagine myself ever talking to that.

Yes, wouldn't that just be the weirdest thing, if ever I had the slightest thought of the U.S. President, beyond the pages of Time magazine that I ready every week. I do not see how there could be any connection to that here. 

However, the fantasy life of the haughty arrogant Italian witches knows no bounds. Never mind about reality, just throw all the various pieces of high school in a big pot and see what happens.

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Yes, we have not forgotten that you were his bought-and-paid-for PR flack, now masquerading as a journalist. But if you want to tell some joke on yourself, don't try to shove that down my throat. I am not even thinking about you and your mysterious TV difficulties.

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Yes, should I think you for forcing us all to sit through that dreary movie about Arizona? That was two hours I could have spent otherwise, doing pretty much anything else would be better than that. I don't recommend it.

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Yes, it does seem sort of strange that they are so interested in knowing whatever I might be doing. I am beyond caring about whatever they did, whoever they were. Why can't they get over themselves, like everybody else. Evacuating the planet solves that problem, hopefully.

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Yes, I am suddenly reminded of the time during college, when several people in our class were walking across campus, and Terry made some ridiculous joke, saying that I am his "heifer." He is often known to say the most ridiculous things, so there is not much to be taken seriously, given that I am NOT a cow, much less NOT his cow. Needless to say. I am not going to automatically fall into some knee-jerk spasm just because of yet another ridiculous thing that Terry said.

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Yes, I do think that Mrs. Read is a nice Peruvian lady who happens to be married to Mr. Read. However, how would I know what her education was in Peru or wherever she was in her youth? I do not need to clutter my brain with ever detail of your dull and pedantic life, needless to say.

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Yes, Jesus has said that to be fit for the kingdom of God, one must hate even one's own mother and father, by comparison. However, in my case, it may be more the aunts and uncles who must be disdained completely as part of that deal. In order to be fit for the kingdom, I would needs drop them off at the dumpster. I am not saying to kill them, maybe they could get saved someday. But for now, they are nothing to me. I never discuss anything with them. I could say more, but I do have biblical grounds for cutting them out of my life if that is what God wants. 

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Yes, who is not bored enough watching endless reruns of Hillary's interior decor challenges, as amazing as they may be? It is HGTV's choice to keep her on their staff, not my problem.

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Yes, I do vaguely remember 7th grade in Modesto, where, that was nice, on Valentine's Day I got a very nice fancy card from Ronnie Foster, much fancier than the little things that everyone else was passing around, but anyway, his family is very rich, so he probably can afford to give everyone a fancy card. So that was nice, but probably should not be taken to mean too much. Everyone passes out these little cards on Valentine's Day.

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Yes, I seem to have forgotten who were the people in our cabin at junior high camp. Most of them had already made dating arrangements with some group of guys who all looked the same to me, and they spent their time hanging out with them, so myself and some other girl or two were left to do other things they would know nothing of. We hung out at the cabin talking to some tall blond guy who happened to stop by, and also spent some time at the lake in some little paddleboat.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Winky Pratney was our special speaker at junior high camp. During one morning session, he was talking about the future prospect of dating and said something alluding to how to behave in a car while on a date, which means in a car alone with some guy, which could be an awkward situation depending on whether the guy is a gentleman or a cad. I forget the details of what he actually said. I suppose that this could be useful to know, but first, to actually implement, I would need to have a relationship, and the logistics of that would then unroll hopefully in the proper sequence, but until then, talk about the car would be a matter of mere hypotheticals of not too much importance.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that I was maybe 7 years old, and I was standing outside in the yard, to the side of the house, and she came striding along the sidewalk, older and bigger than myself, and wielding a big stick, and muttering maybe some terrifying threat against white girl, I forget what she said. And did I say something to provoke that? I don't remember. Everything about that has gone blurry in my mind.

I am surprised to hear that some people would actually remember who she was. I did not know who she was. I probably thought that she was just random black person walking along the sidewalk, not seen before or since, so not really someone who would matter to my life in the long run. I just happened to be the random little white girl who happened to be standing there in the line of sight at the time. It could have happened to any white girl, I suppose.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that you just could not resist the impulse to beat on your African war drums at the sight of some little white girl down the street. How is that a win?

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Yes, I di not quite see why those people are so obsessed with beating on me. We are not going to give you any prize for that. Why would I go there only to be gratuitously insulted by you? You just get angrier and angrier and stew and fret and stew and fret, until finally you just get nothing, too. There is just nothing in that for us.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that my sister was at SCC for a year, at the same time that I was there, and her first roommate was some girl who was a Brazil-MK, I forget what her name was, and I vaguely remember that one day she came to my room to ask the advice of "big sister" on whether she should date some guy, who, the only thing she tells me is that he is a basketball player and she might have told me his name, but that would not mean anything to me, I did not know who the guy was. She never said whether he was a Christian or anything basics like that, only that he was a basketball player. 

And I am so NOT interested in the profession of counselor. I remember hearing that Ronit gives good advice in high school, but I am NOT Romit, so this is an awkward situation, and how do I diplomatically extricate myself from this awkward situation that I did not ask for. If you are going to make such an important decision, you ought to take responsibility for your own decisions and not expect me to provide some excuse for what you were already planning to do anyway. And so I forget what I said.

Years later I heard that I was to blame for her having run off and eloped with that basketball player a short time later. 

Yes, she probably should have asked Linda Harrington for advice. Linda Harrington would have told her the truth about basketball players, that good Christian girls do not socialize with those lowlife trashy sports people. How could I not know that? Sports people are only there on scholarship, not because they have any notion of how to get saved or what is the mission of a Christian college, sports being only a sort of side show. Yes, however that may be, even so, we would be doing well if we take the opportunity to witness to these pathetically wicked sports people, and maybe they would get saved, or not, but anyway, why would you even think of dating such a trashy guy? That is what Linda Harrington would have told her.

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Yes, to speak of the elect or the election in the way that it is used theologically by the Presbyterians is one thing. Yet there is another matter, which is the invisible church, which does not lend itself so easily to this type of lowlife spectacle. Needless to say.

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Yes, I really should sue some people, but I probably won't bother to actually do that, so lazy am I. I don't want them to bother me that way either. I just want to be left alone, basically.

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Yes, weird that I am hearing all of this screeching from Janice, a person unknown to me, something about the toilet. They found something in the toilet. Well, La di da! And Janice attended the same college as myself, what, 20 years earlier? Well, La di da! And this thing has been passed down from year to year somehow? And deposited on my account by the most spurious menas? I ought to sue them all. What a colossal pack of nonsense.

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Yes, I do think that it might be interesting to see on display the contents of Marge Couch's empty head, even if she was an RA. There was something weird about those people at Spence 3rd North, What nonsense was transmitted to them by Turner?

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Yes, coincidentally, a short time later our friends from church invited us, my sister and myself, to go to the fair with them, and so we went to the fair and ate churros and rode on the roller coaster and merry go round.. That was sort of a weird coincidence. I never discussed high school with the people from church, so I doubt that they would understand the complications of high school. That, or else they all report to the same CIA handler. I am not quite sure how that happens.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that there was a Linda Sease in our high school class. That was nice of her to compliment me on my new blouse. That was probably the only contact that I ever head with her. 

And then there was that drama about Linda Sease being seen at the fair with Kathy's boyrfriend. I do not know very much about their private drama or what happened after that. I only overheard s small part of that, in the girls' bathroom, and then when I exited, I could see Kathy's boyfriend standing there outside the window listening to the drama that was ongoing in the girls' bathroom. So that was weird. I was not expecting to get myself caught in their private drama.

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Yes, I noticed that you were curious about what Ronit might have said about that. However, I really don't know. She was in the same class that I was, but in a different group in a different part of the room so I really don't know what report they turned in on this topic. I do not even know what report my own group turned in because I did not get to see that. You could always ask Miriam.

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Yes, I really do not quite see why you are so interested in the Simpson family. I really could not care less if I never see them again. I could say more, but I probably should not say anything. I really saw snippets of them. Sometimes you may wander away from the TV and return to find the Simpsons holding sway in their own unique way. So for a few moments you are a captive audience to their antics, but soon you flip the channel to somewhere else, anywhere else.

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Yes, I vaguely remember being aware that the Baptists have a special deal with "it" for them to have all the power. Only the Baptists can be rich and important people. If you are from a Pentecostal heritage, you are nothing but dirt poor. That might be the way it seems to you, to them, but anyway, reality might have some other things to say about that, eventually. I can't say when.

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Yes, I vaguely remember in high school, during Spanish class, our teacher, Mrs. Serpas, a Cuban, was making some interesting commentary about the "evangélicos" who sing songs at funerals, even sort of happy songs, as if funerals should only be sad with dirges. But what are these Cubans who have no hope of eternal life in Christ to think about religious matters? Cuba is an island packed full of atheists who disdain Christanity, so what would you expect them to say?

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Yes, I hear you saying that I need to revise my pricing. And that costs money. Thanks for the unexpected sales, but I still do not have very much cash flow to speak of at the moment, so I would have to rob Peter to pay Paul, proverbially speaking, and then that would create other problems.

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Yes, I really do not see why you are always yapping about Rafa this, Rafa that. What is Rafa? What does Rafa mean to you, because that means nothing to me. That makes me think you sound like an idiot.

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Yes, I vaguely remember the existence of Charlene and her sister Becky. There was a time when her parents had to call my parents, and my mother had to drive there, to a certain address where we were to fetch her from some wild party ongoing there. I really can't take any credit for that. It was my sister who went inside the house, while we waited outside in the car, and then emerged soon after with Charlene. I forget whether Becky was there. So Charlene was my sister's friend, not really mine. I don't know much about that. I don't know what happened to them later, after we left. I did not bother to keep track of them.

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Yes, I would only be guessing if I were to make note of your odd obsession with Desilu Productions, the mostly defunct company that belonged to that Cuban guy and his redheaded wife. Their company was merged into Paramount, so no longer exists, so why are you still talking about Lucy and her Cuban husband? Forever in reruns on TV?

In contrast to that, you were also commenting on the Delessee family, whoever that was. Something about the renters, never the owners of the house.

So what is this Desilu vs. Delessee production supposed to produce anyway? A very annoying distraction to be sure, probably just someone else's insider joke that I did not quite hear from start to finish.

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Yes, if only I had the blood type to qualify for vampire status, but I don't have that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that there were time in my life when I was agonizing over whether I had committed the unpardonable sin, and then, I don't know whether I thought of this, or whether someone was reminding me, that if I am still feeling a pang of conscience, then maybe I am not so far gone as that. So then maybe I should not be so hard on myself.

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Yes, I have to go, I cannot stay here for very long, to explain things I know nothing of.

Aday is on her own to explain that, I have no idea of all these connections could possibly happen. We do not socialize with the Hollywood trash. That would never happen.

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Yes, that would be so undiplmatic of me to squash him like a bug, our creepy little tour guide, but what benefit would result from that? I would just seem to them as if just another mean and nasty wild white girl, thus playing into their stereotypical notions about white girls. Already some others fill that role adequately without any help from me.Is there anything that I could possibly say about that to defuse the situation or make things any better or undo the damages? No, probably not. I should probably just not say anything more about that. The whole thing is designed for me self-destruct without any help from them. Oh, thank you very much. NOT. 

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Yes, I do think that it would be interesting to learn who has even heard of that obscure Longfellow book, much less read it all the way through to the part where that random Spanish board shows her stuff. I only noticed that last year, and did not publish it. You probably should not draw too much attention to that. Someone might notice that dirty trick. And who would even think of "using" that? for what?

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Yes, there are some nice things about Jill in Wisconsin, but anyway, I was surprised to learn that she is really the wrong sort of Anderson, not really the Foursquare variety of Anderson that we had assumed, so Jill would just be lost at sea in this conversation about China and Hawaii and other matters of historical value. Sometimes it is quite surprising to dig around in these various Anderson trees, only to find actually a Thorson with a mythical hammer poised to smash your head. How is the hammer toss a Christian practice? Leave that for the Olympic champions.

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Yes, I noticed that some persons think to burn me at the stake, so that I may enjoy the innocence of martyrdom, a la Joan of Arc. That said, I hope that you can find a virtual way to avoid the actual fire. I am not very fond of pain. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember the time when Cheryl Aday said that she thought that I was just a copycat, tha I only copy whatever my sister does. Hmmm..... 

And since when do I have to answer the questions of Aday? Some of these college acquaintances are just so much clutter that I don't need in my life anymore.

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Yes, I vaguely remember thinking that I was getting junk mail from Angie, although I cannot imagine why. So you think that I am going to want to copycat whatever Angie does, and go to Roumania and spend everything on her Roumanian orphanage. Where did you get that idea? Since when do I care about what Venezuela does? Where did you get the idea that I was obligated to work for them? Actually not, but who has time to argue about all of these technicalities?

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Yes, I vaguely remember having a conversation with Kent Miyashiro, which I do not quite recall at the moment. These smart alecky guys think they are so tricky and they are going to catch me off guard, so obviously Murray is a tacky person who dates the most lowlife scummy men.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that I graduated from high school there, and our high school graduation ceremony was held at the Cine Presidente, a large theater, probably the largest and most modern in the country. Oh, does that bother you?

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing about Angie, how she was working in Silicon Valley, making $60,000 a year, and dating some rich mogul there, but unhappily, and then she went to Romania and founded an orphanage with her billion dollar salary, and the rest is history, so that's nice. So, what about that? Not everyone can be so lucky. Needless to say. She used to live around here, but seems to have disappeared from the Florida landscape. Now that their Bethnay college facility was sold out to a yoga camp, it is hard for us to know what is going on over there. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember our supercilious haughty arrogant class president sneering and casting dismissive glances at me, as if I should apologize for existing on this planet. Sometimes you just do not have any choices in the matter.

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Yes, maybe Patty Allwood could remind us all the name of her friend. I do not quite remember who she was, only that I reme3mber talking to them in fifth grade and also she was in girls' choir in the 9th grade, but then later she didn't seem to be there anymore. I forget why. She told me that she had looked at the window of her apartment and saw me walking on the street, but I forget why that was. I thinnk it was sort of near our church.

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Yes, it might seem somewhat ludicrous to hear this lowlife Cockroach Rivera presumably lecturing me about morals, Ha ha ha, Ridiculous, but I am not really in a position to judge them. It really would not be my place to discuss Chilean books that I never saw or heard of. Why would I care about the development some private Chilean lingo that I never heard of? But it is always possible to stumble upon these little anomalous potholes in the language. There are no guarantees in life, that nothing would ever go wrong. 

Even so, I do not appreciate getting all of this worthless junk mail presumably from that fat blob Sandra. Who knew back in the day that Sandra was that stupid? 

And speaking of Sandra, whatever happened to her trailer trash sister Cynthia, a whacky witch to be avoided whenver possible.  

But I digress. These Puerto Ricans are dreary bores of no importance to me. I never did take my orders from them, but these trashy rich people in fancy clothes certainly do like to flatter themselves.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Murray was my roommate at college for a short time, one of my various roommates, although I did not see much of her. She was usually out with her boyfriend, Kent Miyashiro, so there really is not much to say about them. Later, maybe years later, i heard the she had married Sergio Rivera, so obviously she and Kent must have broken up after I left. Obviously. Needless to say.

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Yes, you are probably wondering why I played along with Carol and her friends from down the street, whatever they want to do, although not really what I wanted to do. But everyone was always angry with me for protesting Dawn's that it seemed like yes probably I should just play along with whatever everyone else wants to do and not make another mess, although Carol's game was a mess also in a different way. But anyway, no matter what I do, protest or play along and not say anything, I never win. either way, I always lose.

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Yes, I should probably express more gratitude for those who killed my clock, thus providing me with the opportunity to do something else with my time, other than what I had expected. I cannot say that I am not surprised to find all of these cockroaches all lined up in a row behind the scenes. Hmmm.... Who would have thunk it?

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 Yes, one would imagine or get the wrong impression that we were Democrats, the way those Republicans carry on about nothing much and puff themselves up into something that never happene, but actually NOT. But now that we are Independents, who wants to argue about parties to which we are not invited? Stupid Party bimbos deserve go to the back of the line and not expect more than $20 for that.

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Yes, one would think that, now that I am an adult, it would now be easier for me to tell these obnoxious people to go away and stop bothering me, and not have to call Mom or Dad to act as mediator between myself and them, but some things never seem to change.

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Yes, he works very hard, maybe too hard, but he has a kind heart, so maybe you could advise him not to work so hard, and leave God some space to work some miracles on the behalf of himself and others, because people pleaser addicts may need to learn not to work so hard.

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Yes, you know very well that I never expressed the slightest interest in running for president. That was Patty Cruz that I heard online, laughing about how she would introduce some Banana Republic items to the mix, which is hard to imagine that ever happening anyway. Surely you would not fall for that gimmich, would you?

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Yes, it does seem quite bizarre that all these strange accusations would be thrown at me. Why should a victim such as myself be prosecured for crimes perpetrated against myself? Ridiculous.

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Yes, I vaguely remember in my high school class, there was a little red-haired girl named Ronit, who was known to be Jewish. She lives in Israel now. Also at our school there was a little red-haired girl who was my sister, René, who now lives in the United States. So we need to be able to distinguish between the Israelis and the U.S. citizens in our school, between us and them. Not to seem against them in any way, but we are not them. We are not the Israeli people. I don't even know why this would be a question that would appear out of nowhere.

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Yes, I always did look down my nose at that trailer trash dog Carol, who married that mental case Nathan. And then there was the question of how they get their drugs, and why bother with that. I rarely use drugs, except when I had COVID, so I do not understand her problem. I don't have an idiot brother named David, so they are not my problem.

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Yes, it is always awkward to be mistaken for the horrible Holtgreens, who were in Brazil. Deporting me to Brazil will not solve any problem, you snarky Blackburn weirdos. I don't remember Mr. Blackburn having any brain cells in his empty head. Tell Mr. Blackburn to keep his stupid mouth shut. Tell Mr. Blackburn we will not be held responsible when he blows his own brains out. 

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Yes, it comes as no surprise to learn that Grandpa Calkins was descended from a long line of Calkins ancestors.

 Comparing our lineage to that of Harvey Reeves Calkins, it becomes apparent that we are descended from Stephen Calkins (1706-1761), a great-grandson of Hugh Calkins, who came to America in about 1640, and the son of Samuel Hugh Calkins (1663-1755). This Stephen was a father of 10 children.

In contrast, Willard Peck Calkins was descended from John Calkins (1693-1776), also a great-grandson of Hugh Calkins, who came to America in about 1640, and a son of Samuel Hugh Calkins (1663-1755). This John was a father of 8 children from his first wife and 11 from his second wife. 

So all of these roads diverged in various directions and that makes a difference. 

To further diverge, we are descended from Joseph Calkins, a son of Stephen Calkins, whereas Harvey was descended from Justus, another son of Stephen Calkins. Until this time all of these Calkins lived in Connecticut, but somehow Joseph ends up in Rutland, Vermont, whereas Justus goes to New York. 

 

 

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Yes, I cannot imagine what would I need to discuss with the self-described tacky weirdo, Never.

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Yes, who does not enjoy getting a piece of the Bloomin' Onion whenever we go to Outback's. However, I personally would not want to assume responsibility for the whole enchilada. I could say other things, and get myself all worked up into a frenzy, but why bother? Ultimatley, nothing I say matters. They would have to get it from somebody else anyway.

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Yes, there is a reason why I do not want to listen to you. If I hear you saying that too many times, I might accidentally repeat that, not knowing what it means or what I am saying, which is a thought of fear that has crossed my mind from time to time. Better to not hear that in the first place, but sometimes there is nowhere to go.

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Yes, it took me a long time to figure out about their scheme of dividing the world by liquor, so that all Christians would be promoting wine, while all Moslems would be legislating against the liquor industry. This is a simplistic way of looking at things, and attempts to put me in a box that does not fit my personal interests. What about Christians who are not their well-paid fawning lackeys? I am just saying.

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Yes, I do think that a one-year limit seems reasonable. but Ingram gives five years, so they are even better in that respect, because hopefully each book would at least have a chance to recoup its production costs.  But anyway at least one year would be better than to be cut off at three months, as if I being fired from that telemarketing job because I would not buy the energizing crystal that was offered to me during break time, means that I will never see the $30 profit from sales that had already accumulated, which might not seem like much to you smart alecky guys who are promising $10,000 monthly from buying your expensive courses, but anyway, something would be better than nothing. But why invest, when the termination email message says that I can never get money from them ever again. Hmmm.... makes me wonder what they meant by that. The only money that I would get would be that which I had earned by my own work, not theirs, I am not expecting to get anything from them anyway, because presumably they are on salary anyway, so my self-employed productions would not affect their jobs in any way, that is how the system works, so I really don't see what their point might be, why all this fuss.   

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Yes, I vaugely remember that Eric the stalker was from Idaho, a state of which I have not much opinion. Didn't the illustrious author Ann Kiemel marry an Idaho potato farmer, and moved to Idaho where she disappeared from public view? Yes, Idaho is an obscure place in my view.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing  that great-grandmother was born in Pennsylvania, probably, although one document says New York, unlike the other documents. How could that be? Didn't she live during childhood in Tioga county, which is directly adjacent to the border with New York, but in northern Pennsylvania? But why should one document say New York, a short distance to the north? I don't quite remember the details of that dilemma, but I do remember hearing that when she was old enough to file for Social Security, she had to go there to find someone who could perform as witness to her birth, and she did find someone, so that was a good thing. Not everyone can be that lucky. 

 

That said, I myself am an example of a person who was born in a certain hospital on the other side of the river, and then brought home, so that my listed birthplace is a place where I never actually lived, so it could happen. There could be something about New York. 

 

But then again, she lived in Pennsyvlania, so there is really nothing in New York for us, other than the other puzzling document.

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Yes, that was nice of C.W. Lewis to review the book written by Helen D. Calkins, although who knows whether it was ever published or what it might contains, something about India maybe. Not having read the Helen book, I really have not much opinion about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember in my youth, when I thought that I would eventually get married and have children and a family, just like everyone else. Isn't that the way it it supposed to work? But no, you silly "it" people had other plans for me to waste all my time playing silly "it" games.

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Yes, interesting how we are Christians so we have to turn the other cheek and walk the extra mile, whilst they may say all of these hateful things and by faith we cannot answer that in any way that they are expecting.

But they are ruled by Moslems now so they are not our problem.

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Yes, it may have been at least 30 or 40 years since they turned over the work to the local national people, so they no longer need missionaries to do that. They are able to self-train and self-sustain the work there, so that is a good thing. If you want to be an auxiliary volunteerwith special projects, go right ahead, but things just won't be the same ever again, not the way things used to be. 

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Yes, I really don't think that you should change for my sake. I don't care. Don't expect me to care.

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Yes, I vaguely remember at maybe age 13 or 14, going to the fruit market with Susie, and she was pointing out and naming all of these rare fruit that you would probably never find in the U.S., several varieties of strange looking bananas and other tropical fruits that are available there, but probably not popular enough for the mass market of the U.S. 

Yes, maybe Susie could write the travel book, given that she knows all of these details that I really don't remember. Who did I mention this to? 

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Yes, once again I find myself explaining that I was not invited to participate in their "used car lot" prank. I did not know about that until the next morning, walking to class and seeing all the cars in the parking lot decked with various prankster ornaments. 

So what about that? I don't know anything, and you probably already know who they are. I am not much help in these matters.

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Yes, I can easily see that you are getting all of your wrong information from Art Bailey, another of those drama team people who I really don't know very much about. I never had much connection to the illustrious drama team. I only remember seeing their faces mostly when they performed in college chapel services. Also they are listed in the yearbook, but of course you don't have our yearbook.  

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Yes, I probably should do you the favor of correcting your grammar, so you can stop repeating my mistake. Spanish is my second language, not my native tongue, and in Spanish, there are two words for you: tu & usted. I made the mistake of using the "tu" in a conversation, when clearly I should have used the more formal and impersonal "usted," given that we are really not such friends as that might have sounded. Oh, sorry about that. I doubt that I would ever make that mistake again in any imaginary conversation with "you," let's just leave "you" as "you." We don't really have this problem so much in English. We have other ways of dropping people off our acquaintance list.

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Yes, hopefully the young people will keep things in order, first comes marriage and then later the baby in the baby carriage, in which case some other issues such as abortion and birth control are eclipsed and not at issue. Those things should have no place in our lives.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that in high school, during study hall, sometimes I would go to the library where I could read from Seventeen magazine, which at that time was fairly tame reading, but with lots of pictures. That and also the Time-Life illustrated History of the 20th Century. 

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Yes, I heard that New York City is their target. Those writers of sizzling stories in women's magazines are going to be in big trouble someday, or at least that is what I heard, or at least understood them to be saying. How dare you mistake me for that type of NYC writer, you lower-than-dirt liars.

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Yes, that was awkward when I was working for that newspaper, and the abortion doctor came to our offices demanding that we write a story about him promoting his business, I forget whether he was paying for advertising at the time, so that puts us in a bind when some people are going to do whatever the advertiser wants.

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Yes, I do not remember myself ever recommending the use of contraceptives, but maybe someone else did that, because this is an automatically robotic talking point often thrown about by Catholics to justify their large families. We are not inclined to argue with them or even care what they do in that regards. There is no law here in the U.S. limiting families to a certain number of children, so that is their choice to make. 

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Yes, that was Carol's big idea to do that. Maybe Carol or Rhina could explain what they were thinking, and why they are skulking around int he background, pretending that everything is white girl's fault.

That makes me wonder what else they did when I was not there.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during college there was a time when I was being stalked by a guy named Eric, who belonged to the drama team. It was an awkward and irritating situation, but I tried to be nice when I told him that I was not interested and only thought of him as a brother in the Lord, or something of that nature. I only said that because he asked. 

He asked about the future of our relationship, which as far as I was concerned, was mostly a bubble of his own imagination. 

It is not the practice of Christian girls such as myself to hire lawyers to prosecute these unwanted stalkers, but anyway, there is that thought. 

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Yes, that might have something to do with the receptionist at the college business office, although I cannot quite remember who she was. I dreaded going there because, strangely, things said there tend to echo all over the place. But you do have to go there sometimes to pay the tuition bill and take care of other matters. So there was no other option.

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Yes, I happened to be standing there in the hallway of the college administration building, when Lori Way happened to walk by, she had a job there upstairs in the offices, and announced that she was returning to her desk to write a blurb. Well, good for her. A blurb is a short piece of writing generally used for advertising or promotional purposes. So that's nice. Well, good luck with that. 

I cannot say that I ever actually saw any of Lori Way's writings, that I would know of, so I have no particular comment on this topic. 

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Yes, it is always good to hear about the prosperity of the cattle ranching business in Texas. But I do not need to go there to see that. All I need is a good and affordable steak dinner on my plate once in a while. That is the only thing that I need to say about that.

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Yes, it is really very annoying, how this Carmen has tried to set herself up as the only source of information about that worthless fleabag, when actually she probably got everything that she knows from Joan, and I only overheard something that Joan was saying to maybe Carmen or someone else, so I would know even less about that than probably anyone else in this picture. 

So why aren't you picking Joan's brain? She probably has a wealth of information on this topic of which I know almost nothing. They never tell me anything. 

I am quite surprised to learn that they were expecting me to hang on the gallows with those political hacks.  

But of course Joan is probably a Democrat. Didn't she say that she despises Nixon? So yes, probably she is a Democrat, so the Republican party would have to get their information from them, not from me. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember when reading the diaries of great-grandmother, I learned that she had a longtime friend named Anna Bealls, who was apparently from her early days in Ohio, which she was married there in 1899, and moved to California shortly afterward, so what would I know about Ohio? Nothing, obviously. 

Coincidentally, the president of our college president is named Michael Beal, but not really a Bealls, so probably no connection there, one could easily imagine.

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Yes, I completely agree that it would be quite dangerous for me to try to write a book about that particular topic, given that I found it difficult at the time to understand what even happened, that was not what I thought that I had said, and also I had no background information available to elucidate their useless point. 

If I did choose to employ my amazing gifts of writing, why would I want to waste my talents on their garbage? If I did write a book, it certainly would not be about them. 

But even if I did write a perfectly decent book about whatever, those idiots would probably still be there trying to insert their pompous arrogance into whatever I thought I had done or said, so I do not seem to have any control or choice in the matter.

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Yes, we would say that we are not unacquainted with our college acquaintance, Mr. Deporto, but anyway, that is not saying very much. We have many college acquaintances. So? What about that?

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Yes, I vaguely remember that my ancestor in Texas helped to found a technical school for women. Maybe you should consider applying there. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Richard, my cousin Richard Andrews, had said that he ahd some deal going on in regards to Lottie Moon, a single woman who was a missionary in China, because Lottie's older sister was a doctor and married to Dr. Andrews, a Confederate physician who served during the Civil War, whereas Richard's father, Dr. Andrews, was a dentist. I am not sure what else Richard had cooked up for us, but without the Andrews cousins available, I cannot imagine I would need to discuss with their Andrews attachments, given that we here are not the Andrews family.

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Yes, I see now that you are there in Brazil with those orphaned people. Listening to Portuguese gives me a big headache, although I do get a few words of that now and then.

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Yes, and I do not have even the slightest connection to this Pen Mar Industries of Norwalk, Connecticut, a tape company of no interest to me. For what do I need a Pen Mar? Or for that matter, another ink blot? 

Coincidentally, I have just noticed that one of the company's founders was Mr. Marchese. 

Coincidentally, wasn't Miss Marchese a teacher at our school in El Salvador? And didn't she have a son whose I cannot recall at the moment. 

Interesting coincidences, but not really deserving of so much public attention. I have other things on my mind than Libby's junkyard.

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Yes, I think that I would ask you to mail me a copy of the Helen book, but then again I am not sure that you would understand which Helen I would be referring to. 

Obviously I would be referring to the unpublished book written by Helen D. Calkins, something about India. 

However, then again, there are other Helen books out there circulating whether publicly or privately. I can probably find other Helen books easily enough. It is the Helen D. Calkins book that is not clear to me, what are you saying? Why should I care about that?

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Sharon was talking about how much she likes the music of Mocedades, a Spanish musical group. She especially likes that song, "Amor de Hombre," because it talks about how she was previously afraid of men, but now she is married so that song apparently had something to do with her overcoming her fear of men. Ok, fine, so how nice for her. Always so easy for them to talk about these things.

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Yes, I vaguely remember thinking that was very weird, when she started asking me about my relatives in California, as if these clueless people would know anything about that. And why should you care?

So, yes, my mother's uncle, my great-uncle, was one who believed in paying cash for everything, even cars and houses. So that's nice for them. No credit card bills, no debts, nothing of that nature for them. 

And that was nice of them to take our family out for dinner to the Chuck Wagon restaurant, a swanky place on a wide and busy street in the middle of town. Did they pay for your dinner at the Chuck Wagon restaurant?

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Yes, I do not understand why you are so in thick with Silver. Everybody knows that he was an activist lawyer who is paid to defend all those far left activists who are storming city hall to get more parks and save lands from developers. Of course he is going to do whatever you want when you pay him very well to do exactly that.

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Yes, it is sadly unfortunate perhaps that killing Dauna is not a legal option. What did she say or do behind my back? Since when do I care about whatever the volleyball pros are doing, maybe spiking the ball or blocking or something of that nature.

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Yes, I always did hate that, when those guys would say to me, You think this and this and that. Actually not, but who has time to conduct brain surgery on those idiots?

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Yes, I vaguely remember that I might have mentioned that bit about mecca to someone, maybe Turner although I am not sure. So if you hear them joking about that, just know that it has been a running joke for a very long time.

Interesting how Mahan was a minister with the Cumberland Presbyterian denomination who defrocked him over that book. 

Coincidentally, my great-grandfather was a minister with the Cumberland Presbyterian, but in Texas, not Missouri, so I cannot say what they would have known about that or not.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that whenever I see that movie, Dumb and Dumber, I am reminded or Rick, and it is very hard to explain why that is, at least not in a public forum, except to refer to that song, "Beans, beans, the musical fruit, the more you eat, the more you toot, so eat your beans at every meal." Those who know, already know. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember Rick S., who came down from San Diego with his family during the summers. I do not remember them being there year-round, at least not at first. His father was somehow acquainted with the missionaries from California, and would invite us to go the beach with them and a few other things. He was married to some Salvadoran woman who might have had friends or relatives there, although I have no idea how she was connected to the locals. They never said anything to us about that, not that I can recall. 

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Yes, I previously had only heard a small bit about Springfield as the allegorical mecca of the universe, due to the way the new system, established in the 50s or 60s, works, with all of the money funneled through Springfield, because headquarters is there, so that the people in the field are not so likely to be left stranded in some other country without receiving their funding on a regular basis. That was the only part that I had heard. I had no thought of that being the flip side of some other unrelated drama, so that is interesting. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during high school PE class, when the team captains were picking sides, I was usually the last person  they would select for their team, being an awkward white person not particularly known for athletic prowess, for what would they need me? And I did not even care about not being elected, given that some of those girls are dangerous on the basketball court, what with those shapr fingernails to stab with. Definitely not my cup of tea.

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Yes, it is sad to think that all of these people can't fit in the same Honda Accord, at least not the way I first heard that thing.

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Yes, I remember hearing that our former friends there, had converted to the Jehovah Witness cult, and after that we lost track of them. We have really no idea what happened to them after that, so what is the use of arguing about all this cult stuff? I can't know where they are now.

Yes, how lovely that they can now go over the top, throwing their stuff at us through you. But whatever. That is how the political system works. Over there everything is just the lowest common denominator, nothing about individuality and what distinguishes us from them. So you can have such good luck with your political career, and yet I can have my religious freedom, obeying God's command to come out from them and be ye separate. Or can I? 

But anyway, you already know about that anyway, so why would I have to explain? Yes, interesting that you would know about that. Interesting that you would be so nosy asking questions about that. As if.

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Yes, it should be remembered that I can only see through a glass or lens darkly. The distorted prism of the lens does bring to light some interesting points, but still the whole picture is a dim reflection of the reality. Needless to say. Obviously.

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Yes, right, I have to figure things out for myself, because everybody else is mostly gone. Whoever is my declared enemy is their friend, so obviously I would just be banging my head on a wall if I cared about them.

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Yes, I sort of heard that the Italians are intending to drag us down to their level of mafia trash criminals, which they imagine as the way to lord it over us and make us do whatever they want. So what about that? Shouldn't we be resisting their evil schemes? now that we can see what they meant by that. And then later we learn they work for the CIA, and who are we to argue with the CIA? 

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Yes, I remember hearing about the unsuccessful exorcism. The demons know who Jesus is, but who are you? Why should I rush in where angels fear to tread?                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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Yes, I vaguely remember that after the final exam for Desert Biology class, Cori was loudly boasting of her A, a 98 percent, because she had group studied much better with Marilyn, who also did well. And she said to me, you probably got a B. And I said to her, well, actually I got a 91 or 92 percent, which the way they assign points to grades, will average up to an A, even though I studied solo, all by myself, which I always prefer to study alone whenever possible. So Cori became furious at that, and stormed out of the room and went away to fume at the professor, probably complaining about how she worked harder than I, but anyway what she said ultimatley did not matter. I got an A.

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Yes, I do think that I myself identify as Christian, so that if the choice was between a group of Catholics and a group of Moslems, by principle I would need to go with the Catholics. 

I do not know any nuns personally, but anyway, if the choice was between a nunnery and the horrible thing that India does to single woman, definitely the nunnery would be the prreferred place to go. Even if their are cases of abuse, at least you might have a better chance of hearing about Christian message from the nun than from the Hindu dancers. Needless to say.

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Yes, it is a bit puzzling, how can they, after having removed my place from the school calendar, after having basically murdered me, expect me to now reappear from the dead bearing a pile of cash with which to pay off my former obligations? I wish it were so, but then again we all have to die eventually, and then what? Time stops for no man.

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Yes, I myself am a U.S. citizen who is being held hostage by a pack of whiners. Why is no one defending my honor and prosecuting my enemies? Whatever happened to the cavalry? Why all of this bluster and no firepower? But I was not the Ugly American. That was you.

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Yes, he has only himself to blame for selling his soul to that Catholic Filipino witch. 

We are not Catholics so we wash our hands of them. We have nothing to say to them. The law is the law. The law is what it is.

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Yes, I did think that was nice, and very flattering, back in college days, when those guys would introduce me to a group of people, perhaps more than once, as their sister. I took that to mean their "Sister in the Lord," which was a common appellation at church, back in the old days, when everyone was Brother this or Sister that in a metaphorical sense, which actually I do think has some biblical basis, although the usage has fallen out of fashion at least for now. So that was that. However, it is possible that some casual observers and unchurched people might not get what they were really driving at in another sense, which is that I do not need to go out of my way to remind him that he is only a "Brother in the Lord," althought I was not originally talking to him anyway but he stuck his foot in that, and that is not really true anyway because I don't really have a brother, because he already knows his place and we are not related. Ok, fine. I got the message already, you can stop yelling at me and move on now, because there is nothing further to discuss with them. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember in the old days, when people at church used to sing that Gaither song: "I'm So Glad I'm A Part of the Family of God, I've been washed in the fountain, cleansed by His blood, joint heirs with Jesus as we travel this said, for I'm part of the family, the family of God." 

And then later, I forget when I heard that song was on Pastor's forbidden list, along with that other song he absolutely loathes, "Sweet Hour of Prayer," because, what? only one hour? Why limit yourself to only one hour? Of course you could also think of an hour as representing a time of prayer. But who wants to argue about that?

So that was a different way of thinking about that. 

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Yes, I noticed that you were trying to make some "foreign country" joke by trying to connect me to Roger, by which I am assuming that you are talking about Kim Rogers, our distant cousin who I see now lives in Canada, but anyway I would not have been aware of that so many years ago, so your high-handed joke would have just fallen flatter than a flitter. So we see that you cannot just assume that everybody knows what you are talking about or even cares now about what can never happen anyway, and if someday by accident you jokesters suddenly decide to get cooperative and helpful, then you can let us know whenever that happens, but until then we really do not relish the idea of getting slammed against walls that way.  I think we have taken more than enough abuse from you dreary bores. 

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Yes, now I see, there you are, out there in the boonies with Pat Boondoggle. So what about that? Since when does that matter to me? How would I know, how you got yourself twisted around into such a pretzel-shaped creature that crawled out from some dark blue lagoon? You were just a Drama Queen, that was all I thought about you. I never claimed to be in Drama Club so how would I know about your secret arrangements with Art Bailey? 

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Yes, I do not actually remember myself asking for anyone's protection. I think that God can protect me better than any of these various demographical ethnic groups, each vying for their own one-upmanship. Yes, we get your little tricks.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that there is a shrill screechy edge to the voice of Dominique that really grates on my nerves, although everyone else seems to like her well enough so whatever. But it would not be diplomatic or tactful of me to say that in any sort of public way. So I am really not saying anything about that. In fact, I am studiously avoiding not saying anything about that. 

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Yes, I would not mind assisting an investigation of whoever they are.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that once when I was leaving a department store, I noticed that some guy was following behind me quite closely, it was almost as if he was watching me to see if I would steal something, which I did not. How insulting! How dare you accuse me of retail theft? And you will just be disappointed when nothing happens, and your worst-case scenario evaporates into nothingness.

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Yes, I noticed that some people are addicted to making jokes about my name: "Are you sweet? Can I eat you? Are you a Candy Cane?" Actually, the answer is no, you may not eat me. 

Which is not to say that I would sympathize with those who are addicted overmuch to their own victimhood. When are we going to stop feeling sorry for you?

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Yes, I only recently learned mostly by osmosis of your Mary Poppins joke. However, I do not quite see what I am supposed to do about somebody else's box, when there is nothing in reality to facilitate the realization of your fantasy life.

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Yes, all these 40-plus years you had to come forward with the Legend of the Caesars, and you never produced anything close to the real thing.

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Yes, that was nice of them to give me a trophy, because I put the "s" in Thanksgiving. You did not spell the word correctly, there is an "s" in thanksgiving, denoting a plurality of thanks, so the trophy has my name on it. Sorry about that, but at the time it seemed like a miracle with my name on it. And it does have my name on it, not yours.

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Yes, interesting how they are completely unconcerned about my security and whatever happens to me, so underwhelming as if only "her" blood type mattered in this world. Everybody else is just garbage in their minds.

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Yes, whatever, I think that we could all have avoided getting to involved in some schemes that we could not see through at the time, and then later looking back and see how we were taken for a ride and tricked into something we might have preferred not to get entangled with. So we all may have your regrets about whatever that meant, needless to say. I have left myself some leeway to back out of that, whereas you did not. So obviously we disagree and have agreed to disagree, as there is no need to shove my brilliant head into your tiny little box.

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Anyway, I never said that anyone was a chicken. I only said that if you would prefer to say no to the prospect of sucking face with Dawn, you may do that without a pack of nasty little brats screaming in your face: "Chicken! chichen!" That was all that meant, nothing more. 

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Oh, is that what that meant? I did not know what that meant. Thanks for the clarification.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that you were warning us not to take your stuff. Well, news flash to you, nobody is coming to take out your garbage. You will have to do that yourself.

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Yes, why is this Puerto Rican screaming at me, as if I were connected in any way to Libby's Puerto Rican clique? I never had any connection to them. I have no idea why this people are expecting me to recognize them.

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Yes, once again I am reminded that during my first year of college, at Evangel in Springfield, Missouri, that I purchased at a gift shop, a little sign that said, "MENTAL WARD," which I hung in my room as a sort of joke on myself maybe, because anyway I have had moments when I felt that I was losing my mind. And then sometimes looking back I can see that it was not all my fault, that other factors were yanking me around. 

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Yes, I know that it is required to lead people to the Lord whenever possible, but unfortunately some factors got out of control, and so there is no resolution. Should I thank you for the golden opportunity to withdraw my issues and exit the scene without further damages? 

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 Yes, I never was so cozy with those nasty Caribbean "IT" people as you seem to imagine. I wash my hands of their nonsense. Perhaps I should be throwing big fat dumpy dog Cori into the same Caribbean garbage dumpster. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during college there was some guy named Dean, a nice guy from Virginia who was quite talkative, but after considering that he was just another friend of Cori, not much importance or significance should be given to that, given that we cannot have Cori overrunning our lives. Cori was nothing.

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Yes, I am not sure how to explain how all of these people from my high school wound up here in the United States as U.S. citizens, but whatever. It was not my job to recruit people to come to the United States, but there were some who felt themselves responsible for encouraging people to prove themselves exceptionally worthy of U.S. citizenship by extraordinary feats or extraordinary smarts or by whatever means, even though plenty of ordinary people are born U.S. citizens without having to jump through all those excaptionality hoops. That wasn't my job to recruit U.S. citizens, but I suppose some smart-alecky person would think of throwing that at me, for whatever reason. 

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Yes, I am not feeling any compelling need to prove myself "up to par." And how good is good enough? And when I notice the Catherine Parr pun-joke, I am feeling even less inclined to exert myself over much to prove some obscure point of no interest to me. Why should I care about administering the monthly bake sale organized by our high class class? I contributed cakes to that a few times, my orange cake proved to be very popular, the empty pan was all that was left of it afterward. So that was enough work for me.

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Yes, I vaguely remember having written a few poems in my youth, especially during high school, but it would be embarrassing to have compare my paltry efforts to the amazing zingers of Emily Dickinson, the classic American poet. Little sister thought my poems were so ridiculous, as also my diary when she found and read it. But some people are not focused on trying to be the best in the world. Sometimes just being good enough to hold a job for a few years is all that is needed to pay the rent and groceries. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during high school, I forget which year, I am thinking that it was Patty Cruz who made a bid to get herself elected class president, and she was popular with her clique, but apparently not popular enough to get herself elected by the entire class, so I think that Carmen won that election. Which is neither here nor there, as I myself asked to have my name erased from the blackboard when nominations were being taken. During Miss Marken's 10th grade English class, due to the alphabetical order of things, Carmen was sitting at my right hand and Patty Cruz at my left hand, but I would not categorize either of them as friendly to me. So why is everyone talking in circles, as if either one of them did not exist, or as if that mattered now? And what is a white girl to think about these jokes mocking white privilege? Not funny.

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Yes, maybe you could tell Dogpatch David to stick something in his ear.

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Yes, I vaguely remember being fired from the telemarketer job at three months, which, oh well, I cannot say that I wanted to be there anyway, and also nobody wanted to buy your military magazine. Or was it that I dismissively refused to buy the crystal that was promoted as an energizing and effective soothing element, by the salesman who accosted me during break time. I did not buy the crystal, oh was that some kind of test? Oh well. That's life. Some will buy that and some won't.

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Yes, I remember that some Spanish people are very fascinated with royalties and celebrities. When we were living in El Salvador, my dentist there, his office waiting room was full of that type of magazine, "Vanidades" and similar. Vanidades means "Vanity."

Which reminds me that Mickey (MK-Belize) and Becky have some type of "Vanity Fair" game, which I do not understand what Susie meant by saying that. I never did get past the first chapter of that huge book, such stilted and artificial dialogue, who in real life would ever talk that way, but of course that was 19th century England. I think that Thackeray's picture in the Authors card game is enough for me.

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Yes, why was I getting all these messages from you? Whoever you are. We might like to hear more explanation from that source, than just some crazy antics.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was telling me about how shocked to see what a royalist she is, she was apparently obsessed with the romance of Charles and Diana and had collected various magazines and materials about that. Oh, Ok, so, yes, there are those who are addicts of that magazine HOLA, that has nothing but glossy photos of royals, but a certain type of upper class Spanish people especially are often obseessed with that.

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Yes, speaking of border controls, it would be nice for me to have lots of money to pay for my own life, rent and food and security and so forth, and not have to depend too much on random players whose allegiances are not so clear. And why should I take the blame for deporting some of these French people home to Mongreal, where they really belong? Let somebody else take the blame for making everybody miserable.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that when we were living in El Salvador, we thought that Ronnie was such a cute little 3-year-old. That is pretty much the only thing that I can remember about hime.

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Yes, I vaguely remember myself years ago going over the various tart recipes, sounds delicious, but I am not interested in doing that again. Wasn't my thing, not my thoughts. Did I sign up for to cook for those guys? No, I don't think that I did. That would be only under compulsion. Do I have to? 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during high school, I cannot quite remember whether I ever saw Libby saluting the flag or reciting the pledge of allegiance. I might have heard that her family was Jehovah Witness. Maybe it was explained to us, possibly by some teacher, maybe Miss Marken, although I don't quite remember, about how cult people such as Libby have some religious issues that prevent them from these displays of patriotism and also from taking an oath in a courtroom, with hand on Bible. 

Yes, so we all heard about how Libby is excused. How could you not know about that/ Where were you?

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Yes, once again someone is reminding me that there was a theory during high school, that there were Nixon jokes circulating somewhere round about, but I personally do not remember much about that. You might have more luck by sticking a fork in Libby to see what comes out about that, because I personally don't have much about that.

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Yes, I am suddenly reminded of a story I heard about how Kenton and Carole went out for a walk together in Miami, and the story that I heard later was about what he said to his mother about Carole. Much later I also heard online that Carole has a much different version of that story, which, Ok, fine, that may be true, but also it is hard to give her much credit for that now that she and her late first husband are in legal hot water for faking prescription drugs, or at least that is what we heard.

Interesting how these little Swedish milkmaids are able to hog the airwaves, as if they were the center of the universe and everything were just all about them.

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Yes, I do think that I vaguely remember hearing that lady talking about the impending invasion, but that was several years ago, before all this border stuff started actually happening. And who was that? How was it possible for me to hear this unknown person saying all these sort of mocking things, although anyway we asked for the huddled masses so why are we so surprised when they come here, as if I would even know what was happening?

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Yes, I do think that my GPA is not so bad, after taking into account my various Spanish handicaps. Who invited this blue collar skunk to my party? I do not remember discussing that with you.

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 Yes, I do remember telling you that I quit, so that I will not be available to cover for that. You could always ask Cori where she got that, because I really have no idea.

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Yes, I already told that I quit, so I will not be available to cover for that. You could always ask Cori where she got that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that when I was maybe 13 years old, there was a sleepover at Susie's house, and at that time her older sister Becky and her boyfriend, Mickey Wright, were outside of Susie's room, in the hallway, and Susie told us that they were practicing their French kissing, of which Susie described some things about how that is done, but anyway that was not "our" thing, I only remember something that Susie said about that.

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Yes, and then there is the landlord from hell weapon. 

So many weapons lined up against me, so little time.

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Yes, interesting how they belong to the Nordic Alliance of New York, a place of no interest to me. 

In a Nordic binary view of things, you are either Nordic-Swedish or black. There does not seem to be any in between space for the rest of us to squeeze past the threat of being overrun by the black tide. 

And it does not necessarily help me to go Pentecostal, rather than Alliance, when the Pentecostals are becoming predominantly Nordic also, so they can use the Nordic weapon to leave us out in the middle of nowhere. 

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Yes, I so much could not care less about their legal claims to whatever it is that they own, of which I know absolutely. I have my rights, and why should I want to surrender to them my rights to anything? Do I really need to remind them that I am NOT their slave property?

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Yes, I vaguely remember that there was some chatter about eagles, the American bald eagle being thought symbolic of the United States of America, whereas the eage eating a snake is the national symbol of Mexico on their flag, as we were discussing with your possible Mexican spy. So that could be confusing, ir you are only talking about eagles. Which eagles? There are eagles and then there are eagles. 

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Yes, I do not actually remember, but I am starting to think that maybe I did stick my finger in your wedding cake when I was maybe five years old. And I did not even attend your wedding so how did I do that? How did I say all of these things that I cannot for the life of me remember saying?

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Yes, I vaguely remember that many years ago, during a youth group expedition at a bowling alley, David was there, and declared to me his support for Bruce Springsteen of "Born to Run" fame. Well, whatever, anyway, that was not a song about running in an election. I thought that song could be construed as having something to do with drug addicts escaping being on the lam, escaping from the heat or police authorities, or not. Maybe you could give it some other signification. It is a bit surprising that anyone of my acquaintance would be so interested in some New Jersey rock star. I really was not paying that much attention to that. It just did not mean that much to me.

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Yes, I am not quite sure how much more broke and penniless I would be able to get, dependent as I now am on the largesse of the Social Security system, and yet this stupid person continually harangues me on the topic of money, as if I had anything of that nature to throw around. Ridiculous.

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Yes, I do agree that the cause of tree plantings and reforestation is a very noble cause. I always think it is very nice to have lots of trees nearby to generate oxygen, and host creepy crawleys and various other things. However, that said, I am not much a a tree hugger. I think that the trees should stay out there in the forest and not intrude too much on my personal living space. I am just saying. Trees are a good thing. No one is going to be complaining about too many trees on the planet, at least not any time soon. So when a tree planting is called for, that would be one thing, but personally I am not much of a tree hugger.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that he died and was discarded in a beer bottle dumpster. So? What was I supposed to do about this blithering idiot with a Ph.D. in Stupid?

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Ann made some cryptic comment about the "family jewels," but I had thought that she was referring to those two guys who allegedly were in a fight at our school or else nearby. I never really heard any news report to elucidate that topic further, and did not see that myself, so I really cannot say anything about that.

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Yes, shuffling around the genealogy lists, we learn that our Strickland ancestors arrived in America in about 1680, maybe, if that is really us, although it is not all that clear. And tracking that back even earlier than that we find various Walter Stricklands ancestors in England of Tudor times and earlier. 

However, what is clear is that the "Anarchist Baronet" Walter Strickland (1851-1938), born in Enlgand, is NOT us. Not him. That much we can say, now that we have learned of his past existence. We can say the same of the Baron Gerald, now that we have been made aware of his existence. It is hard for us to understand what is there to discuss with those mutant branches of the Tudor tree. 

 

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Yes, it was hard for me to understand why my editors harbored a strange and bizarre obsessive animosity toward Mayor Smith, an irrelevant person of no interest to me. I thought that it was weird to see Rick or Bruce or Steve foaming at the mouth with hatred for this person of whom I know really nothing. I just have no idea why they were expecting me to please them by inserting improper things into my copy, or did the editors add that stuff later. I cannot remember now how that happened. Yellow journalism idiots! So embarrassing.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during my senior year I enrolled in journalism class, which involves working on the student newspaper, and I was assigned by my editor, Beth Slater?, to go and write a story about the Homecoming Queen election, who as it happened was Lori Reece, who I already know anyway from other places, and so my assignment was to get some comments from her and also from other people, so I interviewed some guy who had the title of mabe class president or something important, I forget exactly what, I was only following the instructions of my editor so as to produce the appropriate story for publication. So what? 

Why don't you name the stupid little butthead who dares to challenge my facts?

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during 5th grade at the Escuela Americana, I read a storybook in the library about a girl who lived in the country, she moves to the city, there she feels the culture shock generally experienced upon moving to a new place, and also meets a new friend. She tries to talk about her experience with her new friend in the city, and is sharply rebuked and told that the city friend does not want to her anything negative said about people, by which this story serves as an example of how not to gossip and say or repeat bad things about people. So by reading this story in the 5th grade we learn to never say anything negative about anyone. I remember discussing this book with someone, I forget who. And that works well for a children's storybook, but in real life sometimes it is hard to live in a Pollyanna land where nothing bad ever happens. Sometimes we need to know stuff, to fine tune our perceptions of real life, and to develop a correct assessment of what is happening around us.  Although I did enjoy reading the Pollyanna books, the name of Pollyanna's husband was James, but do not remember taking any vow of joining the Pollyanna club.

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Yes, no one at our house is interested in laying a claim on the castle, with its attached millions or maybe even billions of dollars in maintenance costs, how would I know. We so much do not care about assuming that enormous responsibility, now that we have been made aware of its existence. Oh, I did not know that. So good luck with your social-climbing castle-shopping expedition. We have no such ambitions here so there is no reason why we should be getting all this mail from the uppity-up social climbers of New York. I am just saying, so what?  

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Yes, I might not want to address the office spy-private detective from Oklahoma in the same way that I would address you, because the private detective is only fishing for information to use against me, and reacts in strange ways to things that I did not mean that way, but whatever. After the cat is out of the bag, there is no going back there.

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Yes, it seems to me, that the previous year Cheryl had been the only angel in the Christmas pageant, and with her blond hair she did look the part in a superficial sort of way. Besides, Susie, also blonde, was gone on furlough that year. I do not recall myself asking to be an angel or even particularly wanting to do that, but mothers sometimes make these arrangements and we children are supposed to do whatever they want. 

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Yes, where is that photo of the four of us girls dressed as angels for the Christmas pageant at the Centro Evangelistico. Susie, Cheryl and myself would have been 10 years old that year, and my sister 8.  It was only a short-term Christmas program, not a lifetime commitment to pretend to be something I am not. But of course some people took that very seriously. There was some chatter about that.  

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Yes, I agree that, watching all these stories about migration on TV, make me very grateful and thankful that I am a born-in-the-USA citizen, so that I do not need to go through all those hassles to get here. All I have to do is show my US passport at the border, and there would be no problem whatsoever about me returning to my home country from whence I had departed at the end of my term.

Which makes me curious to learn how is it that the U.K.'s Stephanie Share is strutting around the U.S. pretending to be a native citizen, when actually everybody knows that she is from Scotland. She said so herself during one of her prolonged monologues in the economics classroom. But, whatever, that might be more information than I would need to know, so I am not going to be asking questions of persons whose personal business is none of my concern. Those who know already know, and those who do not know have no way of knowing. So that is how things stand at the moment.  

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Yes, wouldn't that be nice, if I had millions of dollars with which to hire an actual qualified judge and many other sharp-tongued TV personalities to defend my cause, although I am not even sure what my cause would be, and to put a gun to your head to force you to like all the many people that you hired to make my life completely miserable. Oh, yes, wouldn't that be fun?

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Yes, what was that you said online about Charlotte? I cannot necessarily rely on these online missives, but it sounded like you were saying that Charlotte is now married to Mr. Hawthorne, so she is not the same person that I remembered in college. If true, what an interesting coincidence. And Mr. Hawthorne is somehow related to that wicked evil witch Linda, of whom really nothing is know, we studiously avoid her wicked evil outbursts from the pit of hell, so I really cannot say much about that, whether true or not.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during college I once sang a girls' trio in chapel with Cheryl Gansky and Charlotte What's-her-name. So that was nice. Sometimes it is not until later that one realizes that there were some really stupid people there at our college. Oh! So? 

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Yes, there is that bit about how she gave the money to "him," not to "her." Yes, of course. I think everyone has already heard that saying anyway. Yes, and isn't that how money makes the world go round? That is a song. And without money, how can the world go round? Of course, and there is Ruth gleaning the fields, looking for any leftover scraps she can find, not exactly the main thing but something is better than nothing, after the staff have already done their jobs, as long as you are dishing out free clues. Sometimes being nice encourages these little scrappers a bit too much. And what if Ruth's name is really Sylvia? How would I know that? These little scrappers all look the same to me.

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Yes, I did find something online and read something about the Hawkins book about nuns, that you were pointing to in such an unbearably rude way, which is a story that is quite shocking, but anyway, I am not Catholic so I cannot say much about that. I would let Hawkins speak for herself if she can, because I certainly cannot help with that. I cannot offer any firsthand information on this topic. 

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Yes, that was odd. Maybe you could fill in all those parts that I didn't hear. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during maybe our last year in El Salvador, there was a healing evangelist who was supposed to be there to preach at a series of Revival meetings, but he fell ill and was not able to arrive, but there was a Revival service anyway because, not wanting the people to be disappointed after all that advertising blitz with the evangelist's name on it, my Dad was the one who preached the sermons and prayed for the sick. So that might sound like a lie to some clueless person who did not hear this story told in the right way, but anyway, that was how that happened. 

 (Don't even get me started on those Baptist idiots.)

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Yes, that was quite a show you put on in economics class, announcing your obviously private tryst with What's-his-name in front of the entire class. Thus, you should not be acting so surprised when various interpretations are flung around, as if I should care about your tacky lousy taste in Spanish men.

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Yes, I vaguely remember thinking that a bit humorous of them to imagine that I would ever consider emigrating to that utterly gloomy and depressing land of Blackie-Stan. And I did not even know why I felt that way to say anything about it. But then I heard them online talking about how they are so good that they deserve to have a white husband, whereas white girls are bad and deserve to get stuck in some miserable deal chained to some horrible clone of Farmer Terd. And I only hear about this online, without any opportunity to address them directly in regards to where they can go or not. So?

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Yes, I can see that some people are confused, because all these people from Michigan are punching down on me, and also the people of Ohio are doing the same, but even so, moving to Ontario would be just one step too far to go. Ridiculous. I might not want to even think about those people or who you are in such detail.

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Yes, let me guess, your third cousin twice removed once stopped for dinner at Lima, Ohio, on your way to somewhere else, so you imagine yourself entitled to inherit the entire Barth family output. Something is weird about Ohio but I cannot quite see what that game is about.

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Yes, I think that most of us have seen that whimsical cartoon, "Olive Oyl for President," whether on the original TV or on Youtube reruns, but anyway, that was yet another piece of Popeye's Loony Tunes humor that really did its job of entertaining people of all ages, although perhaps not my job. I do not recall myself ever wanting to actually run for president.

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Yes, I seem to have noticed that you had the entire Tooth family cousins or-in-laws (surnamd Tooth) donw under at your command, but no, you wanted an American tooth fairy uninitiat4ed in the timeworn lore of Tempestuous Alice. So it is not clear how that might work out later. Whatever that meant.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Karen Ha, a classmate in college, was dating and later married John Williams, a person of whom nothing is known beyond his function as a male cardboard prop. I was surprised to hear him online saying nasty things about us white girls. Since when do I care about the opinions of these male cardboard props who prefer to acquire foreign exotic women from mail order catalogs? That wouldn't be quite fair for me to say, given that I really have no idea of how they met or their relationship, but there is that type of male cardboard prop. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was trying to throw me to the role of Grandma Calkins, who could seem quite severe on occasion, although actually the shoe does not fit me. But, anyway, many people often get very emotionally high-strung at certain moments in their lives, and if you cannot sometimes overlook when people step on our toes or whatever, then you probably do not deserve to be that high in the police force, even if you sound sort of like a cousin of mine.

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Yes, how nice that I won the Spelling Bee in second grade, and I have the trophy prize on my shelf, which means that I do not have to put on some silly show about running for office. I can only wish that the trophy had more monetary value, because anyway, life happens. All this out-of-control runaway Depreciation really can hurt. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that some nasty horrid rich girls are trying to trip me up. However, they are confused. Kathy is the one who works for the CIA and has all sorts of resources to make herself grand and glorious so they should be getting their cues from her, not from me. Come to think of it, I really have no obligation to do stupid things to help them in some mysterious and incomprehensible way. I have only enough space to fend for myself, can't help them also. That would be too much to ask.

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Yes, you would think that these people would thank me, because at least I made the effort to wade through your depressing book about Anne Frank, which is often recommended to explain about people who died in the Holocaust, but no, you were angry that I had read that, and you were making some other points about her that, well, I cannot even think about that now. The dead cannot come back now to the land of the living, needless to say.

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Yes, what is this ridiculous notion that I am going to pay for cleaning up your stupid mess? And whose money am I going to use to do that? I do not like the idea of myself being dependent on some horrid nasty rich people. I may have bad news for them. They might not like what I have to tell them. So I am just sitting here waiting to die eventually, because there is really nothing for me to do about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember my first job as a reporter covering city politics, and the first time that I covered a city council meeting, the resulting story that I wrote was a bit of a mess. My boss discussed it with me, and scheduled for me a meeting with the city manager, Mr. Burt, who kindly explained to me something about the essential book Robert's Rules of Order, and how these meetings are conducted by the rules as set down in writing by Mr. Robert. So that was helpful for me to understand what was happening when they were up there chattering, and implementing some various motion strategies. My boss also recommended reading some articles written by the competing reporter from the competing newspaper, to see how they do that, in comparison to what how I do that, at least to gauge if I am getting it right or maybe I am getting something that they don't get, in which case never let it be said that I would omit an opportunity to whip the competitor whenever possible, regardless of whether her name may be Cindy from the New York Times.

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Yes, never let it be said that I should be mistaken for some flatly dull and humorless harridan. That would be missing the point.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing about the book that Lois Williams had written. I heard that she had completed her book summarizing her or their life's work before she died but I have to confess that I did think that it was a bit odd that she did not supply us with a courtesy copy, given that we also worked closely with them for some years. But they have withdrawn into their private Buzz Walker bubble,  so I had to acquire my own copy of the book more recently (2014) from some random online seller.

Of course I would think that my Dad has an infinitely better way of telling that joke than some Williams poacher, but whatever.