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Yes, we live Sam to explain his own fireworks display, whatever that meant I have no idea, only not to confuse him with Fred. That would not be good. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during high school, there was something odd about how those guys are strutting down the hallway, loudly speaking a series of words that were unfamiliar to me. At about that time, when I could still remember what were those words that I had was hearing, I looked them up in the dictionary, and learned that they were being completely ridiculous. They were reciting was a list of obscene words, words having to do with body parts and so forth, all strung together in a nonsensical way. Completely ridiculous. Obviously I am not going to be taking that seriously. 

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Yes, what was that word that I overheard during high school? I looked it up in the dictionary and was shocked. I mentioned this to Turner and she was shocked to hear about this. She seemed to think that I should not be saying anything critical of anyone, which, well, she does have a point. But then again, why should I be forced to marry a guy who would use that word in such a context? Although the word has blurred out of my memory for now. But that was all I meant, that I could never consider him a serious contender in terms of potential suitor. I did not want to take that home with me.

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Yes, it is always a bit difficult communicating with those high school dropouts. They are just not on this page. They don't really have any pages. They dropped out of high school at an early age. 

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Yes, it is sort of weird to ponder, what would those so-called cousins or "friends" want or expect from me? I am happy enough to not see or hear from them again this side of heaven. If they would just shut up and go away, I would be happy to do the same, a sort of "Even Steven" arrangement. 

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Yes, I always have something else to do than get sucked into your Italian doggie dyke scam. Horrible.

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Yes, I have no memory of there being any Russian people in my high school, needless to say. Oh. did you think that I was Pavlov's dog? No, actually not. The only thing Russian that I can remember was Tom's book report on Solzhenitsyn's "The Gulag Archipelago." Apparently many of those Russian defector people have settled in New England or New York, but I cannot think of who they might be. I do not think that I really know any Russian people per se.  

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Yes, I have noticed that you people do not seem to realize that my mother was the original Queen of Common Sense, virtually the model thereof. What alternate planet do you live on? For that reason, I do not consider myself in need of your jerry-rigged patty-cake legal services.

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Yes, I vaguely remember, that was Susie who was saying that those guys are too political. She said that they were like politicians, always vying to be the most popular and sometimes promoting themselves at the expense of others. Yes, so, what did I think about what she was saying? Well, in a way that is true, they are very political, but on the other hand, it is not entirely fair to be too critical of that, because as long as we are living on this planet, there will always be some political considerations to be kept in mind. They are at an age where they have to establish their identities and make a place for themselves, so sometimes that is a factor also. They must struggle to promote their own self-interests. And also Susie herself is quite political in her own way. She has many connections and can easily throw things out the window. So none of us can really say that we are entirely free of political considerations.  

 

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Yes, it is a bit mystifying how I got in the crosshairs of that evil wicked hobby or lobby witch. Horrible. I had not intended on taking that horrid thing home with me. I will leave them at the shop, because they only shoot first and ask questions later.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember the time when Linda was talking about the use of phallic symbols in advertising. She cited some photographs and wording from a textbook in a college class that she had taken, and she sounded very convincing. Yes, probably that could be true. Probably we could say that Linda has done her homework on this topic. 

However, here we are, five single people in a boat in the middle of the Intracoastal Waterway, learning to water ski. Is this really the most opportune moment for bringing up this topic for discussion? perhaps not the optimal time and space. Did someone say something that caused her to bring up this subject, out of nowhere? because I don't remember myself saying anything of that nature. But whatever. Sometimes these chatterbox parrots cannot stop themselves from talking in these weird patterns, makes me wonder where they get their wrong information. 

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Yes, I do remember that somewhere in the Bible it says that fools rush in where angels fear to tread, so I guess that means that there actually could be a worse fate than being a chicken, depending on the context. So that's nice, if this enables the angels to help me with this problem some of the time, thank you very much. 

So that means that in order to keep my heart right with God, I may need to leave those little brats completely roasting in their own foul cursive, to eat their own curse words themselves, because anyway, it is not that I would not forgive them, but whatever. Yes, probably I am more worried about my own soul than about theirs, and about my eternal fate, needless to say. 

It would be very tempting to emotionally rail against them, but then again that would only be to submit to their cursive schemes of a devilish nature, and then they would win, when actually they probably deserve to lose that worthless useless argument, given the overwhelming dictionary evidence. Some things just aren't worth fighting about.  

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Yes, so easy for those rich kids to sit around crowing about how they will not have to work in future, because probably just the interest on their fat trust funds will pay for their rent and food. 

However, that is not a point that matters to poor kids whose only way to pay the rent would be to have a job and a paycheck lined up for quite a few years before retirement age, that is assuming the Social Security is still in existence by then to help fund the retirement years.  

So why are we listening to those ridiculous rich kids? Their coding does not work for us. We cannot depend on them to do anything for us, obviously they only care about themselves.

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Yes, how am I to judge the idea of operating a Teen Challenge program in a Muslim country where it is actually illegal to mention the core components required for what you are trying to accomplish in your program as promoted everywhere. It just does not make any sense for them to try do that, but whatever. Who am I to say what they should do about that?

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Yes, I vaguely rememeber hearing online that Nicky Cruz, a Puerto Rican living in New York, whose life story is told in the famous movie "The Cross and the Switchblade," might be a distant cousin to our high school classmate, Patty Cruz, in El Salvador. Oh, I did not know that.

However, I do remember seeing the movie when it first came out in the mid-1970s. Our church rented an entire theater, Cine Vieytez, for a special showing. We were there as were many others, the theater was quite full. Were you there?   

 I also read a few of those Teen Challenge books. However, I never had occasion to discuss this point with Patty Cruz. It was very difficult to get a word in edgwise with those people, even if they were not sitting far from me in class, much less to ask personal questions. 

So it seems odd that I would now be getting all this mail from Gwen. Gwen who? Has Ted not seen the movie? It would be nice if Ted would answer his own questions about that by seeing the movie and learning about how he may have a personal relationship with God, because everyone needs that. It is not required for election to Congress or Senate, but it could be helpful if he could just watch the movie and figure it out for himself, instead of poking little redhead girls with stupid stuff that cannot be addressed, out of context.  

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Yes, only a couple or so weeks ago, finally my attention was drawn to the Trojan Times newspaper issues from when I was in high school, and there is an item there about Gwen's private club, the Hola Girls, who are some of the American girls in my class, although my name is not listed there. I was not invited to become a member of their private Hola Girls club, which anyway, I never actually met Gwen, so have not much thought of her existence one way or another. The school newspaper gives the club's contact phone number as Gwen's mother Elsie. So doodling around on Ancestry.com, I learn that Gwen's mother was NOT Elsie Lucille Ball. Hmmmm.... And that reminds me of some blither I was hearing online years ago about  the Cuban Desi vs. Lucille Ball, and that was incomprehensible to me at the time and still is mystifying, as if I were aware of Gwen's personal widgets. We never met, so why should I care about that?

And doodling around even more, we learn that Gwen's mother is actually Elsie Teresa Johnson, yet another person who I never met, so whatever. My grandparents voted for Nixon. Needless to say. 

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Yes, who by now has not heard the story of how David Wilkerson was holding a campaign in Haiti, and Jeff and his brother proved themselves so helpful to that endeavor, that Wilkerson promised to pay their college tuition in full. Isn't that nice? Some people just get so lucky, and everybody else is just garbage apparently in the eyes of Teen Challenge. Yet another reason to never go there.

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Yes, it is unfortunate to be expected to discuss something with New York, a place generally lacking in the proper linguistic credentials to discuss these literary and/or language matters. I would rather talk to a dictionary than talk to the vapid clueless yappers of New York. At least the dictionary has some meaning in it. There is nothing but self-aggrandizing verbosity in New York. How would I know that I am not exchanging personal information with some clueless Rhonda Hitjob. She probably cannot even speak proper, academically certified French. She probably has to mutter and sputter in that dreadful Haitian Creole. I am so glad that I was not assigned to learn Creole. Not my problem. 

Well, but of course, certainly I have no reason to boast of any special linguistic skills in having a second language, given that plenty of people have learned more than one language. Obviously. Needless to say. 

Why should I be accused of this sinful pride of language, lacking the proper language credentials? We did not learn a second language to make ourselves the arbiters of the dictionary. That was not the point. The point was to communicate.

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Yes, I would only be guessing, if I were to guess that someone, maybe Stevie, said something that he had overheard my sister say, which she can attribute back to me. Yes, and I never denied saying whatever I actually did not say, so it is unfortunate that some things got strewn about that I was not intending for them to hear, but anyway, Caveat Emptor, all that to say, that your frenzied show satirizing eidectic oratory, a rhetorical device, has been duly noted. 

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Yes, it is a bit mystifying why is this pathetic dummies-class Stephanie trying to stare me down, as if I would not know that she is really from the UK, not a U.S. citizen. And all I am doing is sitting there quietly trying to blend into the wallpaper as such, as if I would need to "prove" something about that. Some people might be surprised how rarely a thought of them ever crosses my mind.

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Yes, obviously, I am not going to want to pay the property taxes on your private beer bottle factory. I would wash my hands of that, needless to say. Land is just not that importat in the overall scheme of things. Heaven and earth will pass away eventually. Only the Word of God will endure forever. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember during college, saying to my roommate, something about how God sees everything you are doing, even when you think that nobody knows and nobody is watching. And why would I even need to state verbally such an obviously truce fact? 

Because I may not see what is going on behind my back, and why those little brats who think they are so clever are always sneaking around and plotting mean things to do to me, yet God sees all of this anyway, so that even if I don't see it, God sees that. God knows. 

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Yes, I do not remember why my Mom thought I should be there at Anne's party, and there I was acting silly, and some guys were completely cruel about that, but anyway, I should probably not try to be funny, because my jokes always fall flat anyway, sometimes I do not even know what I am saying, and if I should happen to question whether the punch is spiked, suddenly it becomes clear that it is not, and that would only happen at some other party, oh, and I did not know about that actually happening, but do not ask me about the other party because I was not there, why did I think that was funny, when these wicked liquor people are trying kill us. Sometimes I do not know what I am really saying, as I was saying. 

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Yes, you would think that she would be completely tired of harassing and abusing and teasing me on a daily basis, but no, every day she comes back for more of this annoying repartee, and the only way to end this cycle of stupidity is to ask Mom to tell her to stop bothering me. And that only works for a few hours or until tomorrow. Tomorrow she will be back again, tearing up my room and taunting me with endless Na-na-na-na-na-na and so on and so forth. 

Mommy says that if I would just ignore her, that she would eventually get bored and find something else to do, but somehow that never quite works. How many hours can I endure this unending abuse before I finally blow a fuse or something. And anyway, she knows the drill, she thinks it is very funny to watch me blowing up or exploding, so I am trying in my adult maturity now to withdraw that treat from  availability.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember, during high school, saying something about that girl what's-her-name who always looked so angry, her face always scrunched into a permanent frown. Maybe she could talke to a counselor about her excessive anger proble.

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Yes, it is a bit mystifying to ponder the irrelevant question of whether the farmer sells the wheat that he grows to make bread or to make beer. I really do not care to learn more about that. Already there is a glut of liquor stores at every turn, even the local supermarket has its liquor section stocked, shelves crammed full of bottles of various tints and hues, whereas only half an aisle for bread. How can the liquor people possibly complain about the demand for their ubiquitous products available everywhere? What need could there possibly be for even more of that? Enough, perhaps too much already said about that.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am grateful for the opportunity to leave the planet without having to be forced to deliver yet another wretched hideous RH-factor mutt into this miserable world of pain and sorrow. Thank you very much. Princess Yappy Trash will need to learn to clean her own toilet long after I am gone. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that those who fight off the pestilence often leave behind little yard signs bearing whatever their logo is. But if you prefer to live in Cori's filthy garbage dumpster, suit yourself. I have long ago washed my hands of that.

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Yes, there is no way that I am going to spend one dime on trying to answer the question of whether Miss Tuttle is related or not to Miss Tuttle, as if I even knew those other people existed until much later.

Anyway, it only takes a few minutes looking around on Ancestry.com to figure out that Rhonda actually is a Tuttle, whereas the other Miss Tuttle is not really that, at most a Tuthill, so whatever. As if I should care about that.

That is way far off of my radar screen. 

Do you people always leap to such far flung conclusions without any evidence whatsoever?

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Yes, I do not quite see why you are so obsessed with those boring guys over there in the corner. There never was anything worth saying about them.

And of the table? That thing is owned lock, stock and barrel by the military, so it is a bit late now to come around asking for opinions. It's just whatever they want. Whatever the military wants. After I am long dead and gone from the planet, that thing will still be sitting there gathering dust, so whatever happens will just be out of my control, as usual. No reason to stress out over that.

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Yes, should I be grateful that you constantly try to "Share" with me the idiotic nonsense of those boring people who well deserve to be completely ignored and avoided at all costs and ultimately forgotten in the dustbin of ancient history? I never attempted to "handle" any of their garbage, everything is being done over my head, so obviously I will not have any possibility of ever saying anything intelligent about that. Needless to say. Obviously.

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Yes, I vaguely remember during high school, that one Saturday there was a youth event at our church which we attended, and when we got there someone said that some guys from my high school had been there earlier, but had already left, and I forget who they said that was. The names did not stick in my mind. 

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Yes, it always is awkward to find myself mistaken for the UK's horribly rude Stephanie, who was found to be at the wild party with her Spanish boyfriend, not me. I only overheard something about that during economics class taught by Dr. DePaul.

And how many times do I have to explain this same point to stupid Gwen Junebug? 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone might have said something about Haman, but I am not quite remembering who said that or what they said about that. I forgot what whoever said about that. All I can think of is the game of Hangman which is played during high school using chalk and the blackboard. It is a guessing game. You might get lucky and guess the right letters quickly and go on to the next point right away, or else maybe not. 

Someone was talking about the relentless and ruthless vengeance of Queen Esther near the end of her book, which was surprising for me to hear it talked of in that way. I did not think that it was possible to speak critically of the great Bible heroine. No one ever hears that spoken of in quite that way. Certainly I would not have the standing to get away with talking that way about Esther in that way, not being a mother in Haman's book. I would need to cite some authority who knows what they are talking about, which would not be me. What did she say? Huh?

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was sending their greetings to Regina, as in the phrase "Salve Regina." Well, good luck with that but can't say that would be coming from me. I would not know much about what they are doing nowadays. So, uhh, whatever, to each his own. Not my problem. I do not take my orders from them. Nothing to see there. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that she was asking me where did I get all of these Archie and Jughead comic books. And she is so stupid, although I did not quite see that until later.

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Yes, I cannot tell you how many books I read on the topic of self-esteem and the need for cultivating my self-esteem no matter what those bullies say about me, to the point where I have been somewhat inoculated from the need to get any affirmation from those horrid brats.

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Yes, he always did hate it when I would whip him at Monopoly, Clue, Yahtzee, Boggle, etc. So whatever. Not that I always won, but I won enough points to fend for myself. 

 

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Yes, thanks to the Doctor at University for telling us a story about Abelard during our interesting theology classwork. I did not see then what that connected to, but 10 years of reading do make quite a difference.

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Yes, I think that I have often mentioned my tendency to shoot myself in the foot. That may sound self-denigrating to you, and yet if I do not acknowledge my human frailties in a public way, I will be harassed until I eventually do that, so better to resolve that question early in the debate, and present myself as a humble and unpretentious person not prone to delusions of granduer, before my virtuous achievements instill an intimidating greenish tinge in your envy-driven sin-sunk complexion, thus to head off such a problem before it starts, or at least gets too much out of control. 

When I was about eight years old, I vaguely remember being told that it was okay to use the word "shoot" for this exact purpose, so that became a somewhat habitual usage during my youth, because I do often shoot myself in the foot. Needless to say. At that time it had not occurred to me that this word might be misunderstood for another similar-sounding word that I had never heard of. I was not raised in a place where I ever heard such words used. I might have heard that once or twice when I was 12, having returned to the U.S., but generally that is not a word that was used by anyone that I know. 

Yes, makes you wonder in what sewer was that little dog Sue raised, anyway? Arf arf arf1 I really would not know anything else about that. For me it is a long way down to the level of Sue.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that our teacher in 8th grade was Mrs. Grace Richardson, who was from the Grace Brethren church denomination, whereas some of the children in our school Academy were Plymouth Brethren, which was considered to be a bit more severe and exclusivist than the Grace Brethren, although either might seem severe to outsiders not part of the Brethren thing. The women never cut their hair, they wear a somewhat old-fashioned stye of clothing, not to mention that they are mostly Canadians. However, Mrs. Richardson was very deep in the word and schooled us well with frequent sword drills and memorization day was on Fridays, so just because some people might seem legalistic to you, that does not mean that there is nothing to learn from them given the right circumstances, if the atmosphere would ever clear up enough to talk to them.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that when I was about 10 years old, in El Salvador we had a visitor from Peru or Ecuador, who was Jack Garlit, a missionary there, who was telling us some things about those countries, and how they often hear the music of the Inca Indians, who are fond of a certain type of flute, which makes a sort of melancholy tone, and other instruments. So that was interesting. He read the story that I had written and suggested that I send it to headquarters for publication, but I never did that. 

Years later, his daughter Carol (who married Mark Johnson) was saying they have made all sorts of plans incorporation myself into her private fantasy life, of which I know nothing. Maybe they could explain what they were expecting me to do about that, because I doubt that I would ever be able to reconstruct anything from these antiquated references.  

Anyway, I do not think that it is within my powers to "fix" the meaning of all this stuff.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I seem to be hearing the evil Jill & Linda Hairindumb witch flitting around on her broomstick. Well, excuse me for asking a stupid question. Am I the only person on this planet who ever asked a stupid question that I did not really need to ask? No, probably not. So why is it only I that gets all this nonsensical stuff in return?