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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?