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Yes, I really do not care what those guys say about that, when I am only 14 years old, maybe turning 15 years old soon or already, I forget when exactly, and I am only thinking of those guys, ages 12 and maybe 10, as brothers in the Lord. Why would they cringe when I say that? The alternative to being a brother in the Lord would be even less flattering to their egos, so they should be relieved to hear that I only think of them as brothers in the Lord, figuratively speaking, at most. So it seems quite logical that I would want to leave them in the "brother in the Lord" category. There is time enough for them later to find age-appropriate girlfriends for themselves eventually. But no, they wanted to star in Dawn's private drama, so that was sort of weird in my view. But whatever. Nobody wants to hear anything that I say about anything.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that my parents at one time attended a retreat for missionaries, the special speaker being someone from my college, SCC, probably that would have been the college president Wayne Kraiss, and my parents told me that they heard there that some girl at our college had been raped by two guys, and I cannot imagine who those people would have been, probably no one that I would know, that was a few years after I was already gone so other generations came later, of people who I never met so I just have no idea how that could happen.

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Yes, I vaguely remember the time during college, when Dauna suggested that we go over to the soccer field to watch some guys who were playing soccer at the time, so we walked over there, and after a while Jeff Campbell was standing nearby and what was there to say to such a vapid MK-Argentina? Does Argentina have no brain cells in their empty heads? Argentina just stands there and says nothing, and it just gets so boring that way. To me, the Chile alternative also adds up to nothing much. 

But anyway, I still have to finish my homework assignments.  

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Yes, I really cannot afford the accounting services of Bob Long, thanks anyway but I am doing my own thing now, so why am I still getting weird emails from Bob, otherwise called Bobby? 

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Yes, and there is also a possibility that you may be speaking that incomprehensible gibberish spoken by the Reese family. Maybe someday they will publish their dictionary so that we can all see what they are talking about, but until then, I really see no reason to comment.

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Yes, it is a bit puzzling to learn, how could that be possible, that they have mistaken me for Eugenia, who was working as our family's maid during the one year that we lived in Mexico when I was eight years old. So we have to try to be nice to these various people for diplomatic reasons, even when Eugenia did have an attitude problem. My parents bought her a Bible with her name engraved it so hopefully she read the Bible that they gave to her and worked on improving her attitude, because anyway she was only the hired help. She came to California to see us the year that we were on furlough when I was 12 years old, and then when we drove back through Mexico, returning to El Salvador, we dropped her off there in Mexico. She later came to see us in El Salvador on her return trip from Panama when I was in high school and so that was nice, having acquired the airs of a duchess or royalty. I forget what she said. We never saw her after that, but she got married and had a family so life goes on.

Coincidentally, Chavez is one of her surnames, Lopez being her other surname, but I do not imagine there would be anything of interest to say about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that those Arab people were livid after buying the land, and then learning that the mineral rights were not included. And where is the legal help when we may need someone to explain to those Arab people about the state of mineral rights law in Texas? If the mineral rights are severed from the land, well, tough luck. Just killing us will not solve that problem. Needless to say. Obviously.

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Yes, we were talking about the problem of white slavery and about how those guys may need to be prosecuted for attempting to sell white girls into slavery, white girls who were not their property anyway to start with, they just think they can sell any white girl who happens to appear on the landscape, they don't care who you are. Yes, law enforcement really ought to do something about those guys. 

Even when I forgive them, I still may need to turn them over to the proper authorities for their eventual prosecution.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember watching "The Flying Nun" TV program in about 1970, so one could easily imagine that any Sally movie would be good, but then again maybe not. Apparently once they go on the big screen, they lose their minds and will just do anything for the money, and they do get a lot of money for doing that, but money is not everything. There might be other reasons for deciding NOT to be an actor or actress.

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Yes, quite mystifying how that Dolly is not ashamed to show her face in public after appearing in the most famous movie musical of unspeakable title, unspeakable plot, unspeakable origins. And yet somehow applause and riches are bestowed upon the star of that mess, in spit of such a most lackluster filmography. Oh, but I foegot, that was some other Dolly, not any Dolly that I ever met. 

So I suppose this teaches us the biblical lesson that sometimes the wicked Dolly prospers. 

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Yes, Oh, how interesting, Mr. Samuel Sokobin's wife was not of the Corcorans who founded the famous art gallery and school in Washington D.C. She was from Vallejo, California. As if I was ever aware of the Corcorans at all whatsoever, arts or no arts. Actually not. I had never heard of that school, until I saw something online. But, Ok, whatever. I try to never speak of people who might like to chop off my head on a whim. So, whatever.

So weird that you would expect me to be aware of the personal lives of some guy who stamped my great-grandfather's passport in 1917. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing online more about Samuel Sokobin, although I cannot imagine why that should matter now. Sokobin was the man who signed my great-grandfather's passport application in 1917. Yes, how interesting. However, one can easily imagine that for Sokobin that was simply a matter of doing his job while serving as the American consul at Shanghai, in China. Yes, how interesting. Who can say what private communications were exchanged there between the American passport holder/applicant who was my great-grandfather and the American consul, beyond the usual pleasantries of official business? Ok, fine.

Therefore it is a bit weird for me to be hearing all of this stuff about Sokobin, such as the fact that his wife was an Irish woman, not so Jewish as her husband. Ok, fine. I cannot imagine what there would be to discuss with those people, notwithstanding the fact that probably the husband would have been receiving the paycheck for his duties as American consulate, not sure that I heard what Mrs. Sokobin did for a job if anything or what would be her opinion of political events there. Right. Ok, fine.

Yes, we often meet with these official people functioning in their various occupations and jobs in life, and who are we to say what the American consul said in Shanghai in 1917? I just have no idea of that. Maybe you could tell me why I should care about that, although I may reserve the right to digress later maybe, depending on what nonsense you are peddling. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during my first year at SCC college, my roommate the first semester was Dolly, who announced without my having to ask that those pills of hers were prescribed by her doctor. Later someone kept asking me were those my pills mine, (Again, No those were not my pills.) and why did I not do something about that. But what was I to do? Was I supposed to argue with her doctor or her mother? What would that accomplish? And then later in the semester I might have heard the she went somewhere to renew her prescription, but I did not hear the details of that. By then we were not talking that much. And then at Thanksgiving break she was in a catastrophic car accident in which her foot was severed and had to be surgically reattached, so when she returned to campus for a short time, her leg was in a cast and she was finding it difficult to get around campus, and so she did not return for the second semester. 

Coincidentally, I heard that Dolly was related to Pastor Max and Ophelia and that they seem to feel responsible for being her avenger and perpetuating her point of view, even though I cannot imagine what there would be to say about that.

Coincidentally, I do not suppose there would be any connection to the fact that while we were living in El Salvador, my aunt (on my mother's side) would often send us packages filled with pills, vitamin pills: Vitamin E, Vitamin B, etc. and other vitamins newly available in transparent gel pills that were not available down there. So that was nice of her to do that for us. But I do not suppose there would be any connection to Dolly's pills.  

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Yes, those Swedish guys were always such prickly pears, I was never really all that interested in Tim or Terry, whoever that was, so even less interested would I be in their protege. I noticed them trying to sneak out the back door and leave me stuck with that piece of junk. Anyway, I have every right to drop those three guys off my list of contenders. I do not want to hear another word about those idiots. They have nothing to say to me. I make my own decisions separately from Tim or Terry, so their opinions just don't matter for anything.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember that she was telling me that she is so proud to be an Okie from Muskogee, even singing that popular song, even though I cannot imagine why that would be. There is one strain of thought being that an Okie is merely a native of the state of Oklahoma, in contrast to the state of Texas. However, there are other theories even less flattering to the pathetic Okie, but I do not want to give people a complex. The future should ignore the idiotic rantings about the "Grapes of Wrath."

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Yes, I am vaguely aware that they are Okies, and my mother's family being from Texas, we would take pains to differentiate ourselves from those Okies. I am not sure what all is behind that, but anyway we have no place for the clueless "Grapes of Wrath" book in our personal library, notwithstanding its Nobel laureates. Sometimes people forget that fiction is only fictional, not a story resembling any actual person dead or living.

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Yes, I vaguely remember during high school that Joan was talking quite loudly in class about her ambitions to become an FBI agent, but I never really heard whether that ever happened, and how would you know if she is not really an undercover agent after all? I just don't know. I never wanted to own a gun but anyway I cannot tell other people what to do.

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Yes, I am completely forgetting who was that white girl who said that she was a backup singer with Motown and she had already recorded her own album before arriving at college? I completely forget who she was, only heard them talking about her.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing online that someone might be distantly related to John Wilkes-Booth, the stage actor who shot President Lincoln in a crowded theater. He might have had a better chance of escaping if he had not broken his leg on his way out the door and then had to consult a doctor for that, and of course that is a long story, how they tracked him down. But anyway, doesn't the Bible say that the son should not have to pay for the crimes of the father? So why should that matter now?
And then there are those who are trying to kill the memory of President Andrew Jackson, even though I thought I heard online that my cousin had married a Jackson, a white Jackson, not a black Jackson. We are white people so we don't really have that much use for the Motown version of that.

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Yes, wouldn't that be nice, if the State Department were to finally release their top secret classified report and/or movie about whatever happened in Shanghai in about 1916, so that we can all finally get a clue as to what all these uptight people are so defensive about. Huh? The more they blither, the less sympathy there is for whatever their problem was. I will be happy to wait and see what really happened eventually. I really do not need their serious attitude problem that much. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember at Evangel that I had occasion to go to the grocery store with some people, bought a bottle of fruit juice and returned to the dorm holding a bag containing obviously a bottle. What else would it be, if not a carton? Someone in the dorm said that she thought that it looked bad that I was holding a bagged bottle, she thinking that some might assume that it was of the spiritous variety. Then I had to explain about fruit juice, and blah blah blah. So insulting that she would think such a low thought of me. Gets tiresome to have to explain nothing of importance.

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 Yes, what was the name of that guy we saw at the grocery store? I completely forget.

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Yes, I vaguely remember during my senior year of college I had a car, and one day Tana wanted to go to Hollywood to see about submitting her photo and application to a talent agency there. I did not want to go with her, but I loaned her my car and she was gone all day, and in the late afternoon or evening she returned with my car keys. I never really heard how that worked for her. She might have taken someone with her but I am not remembering who that would have been.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that while working at SFNN, my boss Steve wanted me to call people for an interview and immediately ask the most controversial question, so that I would assume these people could immediately hang up the phone and refuse to take my calls in future, thus to burn my sources and make myself a persona non grata, unable to function in the job thanks to your lousy advice.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that in maybe 1993, while my job was to cover Boca Raton politics, I remember that the town gadfly was talking to me about his resume, which included being shot at by enemy guns over Vietnam, and also he had some involvement in the Conch Republic which I completely forget. But that is a long running joke that has been going on down there for many years, not really a new thing.

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Yes, I vaguely remember reading on the Internet something about that African tribe which is a polygamous society, and it says that the men have several wives, and each wife has her own house where she lives with her own children. So I suppose, by some twisted logic, that means that the Old Maid, assuming there were any in such a society, would have no house of her own, because she has no husband to make such arrangements for her. So, Ok, fine. I do not like to be forced to think that much about Mormons and other such polygamous societies. I do not want their sickness. They will never be able to live without the clear conscience that we may have. 

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Yes, I can easily suppose that if I were a space-walking astronaut, that I might want to make sure that my lifeline remains connected to Houston control center, even when I have no idea of the private domestic arrangements and Indian affairs of Sam Houston, or for that matter the radar technicians on the ground in their off-hours, or whatever technology might be required to actually do that. Needless to say.  

But, of course, at the moment I am not a space-walking astronaut so there is no reason for me to think about that.

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Yes, and if I were working for a newspaper, and my boss told me to go interview some important person for a story, would there be some reason for me not to do that, to suddenly refuse to do the routine things that are part of the job and hierarchical structure of the office? It just did not matter that much at the time. It was just a job anyway, even if my supervisor was Mr. Houston, which name upon reviewing the family history book, makes me wonder if he were somehow related to Sam Houston, the Texas governor who was not on particularly friendly terms with my great-great-grandfather, a newspaper editor in Texas in the mid-19th century. But whatever. I am not very close to that part of family history, I only read something in a book. Maybe George wanted to stir up some archival controversy, but it really was not that important that I should to go there and rifle through the Texas state archives looking for who knows what piece of whatever. 

Yes, I heard George online yapping about the rhetoric of the 19th century newspaper man, but anyway, whatever, this is the 21st century and George is dead now, so it just was not that important. 

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Yes, I do not like the way Sherry was throwing my name around back there, as if we were ever acquainted. Well, does junior high camp at age 12 count for anything? Not much, it would seem. I heard online that she was boasting of having snatched away the Kauffman, as if I ever knew those people existed until years later. So whatever. There seems to be an imaginary Candi who existed only in the sick imagination of Sherry.

That was nice of North Central to give Sherry a second chance, after she was expelled from our college. 

Even so, I have no need of her insider knowledge of PTL, acquired from being a North Central alumni. What I read in newspapers or saw on TV is enough for me to steer clear of that. Why does Sherry want to drag me into all of her problems? She seems to have fallen off my acquaintance list long ago.

There was a time when I was having to explain over and over again that I never had any connection to PTL, that I never went to Charlotte, North Carolina, that I have no special knowledge of that, blah blah blah! Ditto to Baton Rouge. Blah blah blah!

 

 

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Yes, interesting to see how he chews on that fracking bone that I threw out the window. Makes you wonder if he will just knee-jerk contradict whatever I say, whatever I might say being of no importance other than to be contradicted automatically. What an idiot! Has he no ability to actually think through any of these complicated issues? Why should I waste my breath on that machinery? 

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Yes, there is a question, for what would I need the filthy dirty money of the wicked Shcmiffle family? Why has no one yet charged the Schmiffle family with harassment and abuse?

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Yes, personally, I would prefer the Ruffles potato chip brand, whenever I would enjoy a snack of chips and dip. I see no reason to take from that other Riff-Raff, whoever those people are was not very clear. Nobody I would remember. I tend to get very annoyed when people tell me what I am thinking, especially when actually not. That might have been the farthest thing from my mind, but anyway, if I were to become a criminal prosecutor then I would have to think about Crime and Punishment all of the time, and what a gloomy and depressing life that would be, yet another book that I never actually read.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing online that Kathy felt like she was bullied during high school. If so, probably by someone else not me, maybe her best friend Cruz. I felt that she was bullying me, not the other way around, so I cannot imagine what she would have been talking about.

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Yes, how is it that people have not yet learned to ignore or at least not to take so seriously the chatterings of Dauna and Terry. They may find it more and more difficult to gather new information for their cases, now that everyone is onto their back-stabbing tricks and trying to avoid them. Amazing how some impudent persons never seem to get arrested for talking about attempted slave trading, but whatever. Do we have to wait until they set up an actual slave market before some laws can be enacted to make them shut up. Nothing to see there. It is just all in their heads. Needless to say.

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Yes, interesting that we have no connection whatsoever to the Seventh Day Adventists, whom we tend to think are not really Christians as we would define it, and yet during my first year at SCC, our choir director took us to see a concert of a visiting choir at a nearby Adventist church, and the concert was a lovely Christmas concert full of carols and Christmas songs, so I really cannot say anything about that, even though I would never attend an Adventist church. Someone was trying to stir up some discussion on this point, but I really do not see why you would want to coerce me into going to the Adventist cult. I just do not see the point of all this drama.

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Yes, if only I had taken my advanced degree in linguistics, then I might be much better equipped to sort through all of these languages and dialects and other linguistical issues, thus to maybe understand or be on the right road to understanding what are they talking about. Yes, I agree that linguistics would be an interesting field of study for future reference. I think that I would need at least a Ph.D. to be worthy of speaking on such a topic with any modicum of authority. Then I would be almost overqualified, not merely a self-taught jumble, to say something about that. But as matters stand, I would not consider myself an authority able to pontificate on these obscure points of dialogue than I had not foreseen.    

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Yes, I vaguely remember that there was a time during high school when Carmen was voted class president, and Patricia Cruz tried to stage a coup at the elections but somehow not enough people joined her cause, or was that Kathy's cause, or was Kathy trying to help Cruz, I forget this type of detail, I just didn't care that much about class elections. So that makes me wonder, are they trying to punish me for not joining the Cruz coup or am I being attacked by Carmen, as if I should belong eternally to her cadre of clueless barefoot nuns of the Carmelite order? I am confused about that. Clearly, whoever concocted this mess is a stranger who has no place in my life. I am so glad to be free and/or rid of the miseries of high school, wherever that high school was located is not the point. High school has its place in the past, but then it recedes into the rear-view mirror and does not deserve that much attention later. 

I think that I have reached a point where I can easily self-isolate without so me obnoxious people looking over my shoulder. I will be just fine without them, either one of them. 

I heard online maybe Cruz saying that she wants to carry on her Banana Republic agenda here in the U.S., which may seem a scary thought, whatever that meant.

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Yes, that puts me in an interesting dilemma, given that Lee is my mother's dear friend, who does things over my head. How would I legally go about undoing their nonsense, given that murder is not a feasible and/or legal option?

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing people yapping about some mysterious "lot," located possibly somewhere in Ohio, or is it in California? I could not care less about your silly "lot." What is wrong with those "lot" idiots?

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Yes, it has occurred to me that some persons might not be aware that the email address on my Facebook account is the same as that for Paypal. So theoretically speaking you could send money donations directly to candicalkins@mac.com, if you want to, although I am not set up as a 501c3 nonprofit so cannot offer any tax benefits for doing so. Get thee to a nunnery, says Cuban weirdo, but that would seem merely a deceit when I was raised a Protestant. The Old Maid card does not work that way in Protestandom. It is not like you have to donate to my mysterious cause, but it does seem so unfair that I would have to spend decades reeducating people who do not speak the Chilean dialect, when I do not know anything about that myself.     

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Yes, I vaguely remember at college I once had a conversation with Hart, who seemed to be completely out of touch with reality, although specifics were in short supply, I really do not need his "help" behind my back, thanks anyway.

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Yes, at least those guys try to be friendly, they will occasionally overwhelm us with their speeches about how they may invite us to dinner someday, which never actually happens, so after a while that sort of grates on the nerves. I have other things on my mind than flattering those guys' frail egos.

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Yes, I remember that it was only by reading the diaries of great-grandmother that I learned of a possible South Caroline connection: my Dad's Uncle Ben and their family lived in that state for some time in maybe the 1960s. Oh, I didn't know that. That was nice of them to loan me the diaries so that I could notice some interesting things about that, and even so, I still have no idea why I should care at all about the blitherings of South Caroline.

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Yes, that was sort of annoying, when Terry said that I was his 'heifer' I assumed that he was making some sick joke as usual. (Hosea 4:16)

Yes, I suppose that the future might be a bit lonely for Terry in future. After killing so many people, he will just be there all alone to represent he and himself and nobody else, or at least not me. I just won't be there later. 

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Yes, it is always a bit surprising to find those clever minions contracting over my head unbeknownst to me. And if that does not work out the way that they were expecting, well, tough. That's just tough!

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Yes, interestingly, Brenda was married to Doug Hunt, who, whether he were related or not to our Hunt cousins I really would have no idea, I never thought to ask at the time, and to go back later and ask such a trivial question would seem a bit overwrought. I was not very much aware of the Hunt cousins back in those days, I suppose that they would have other networks of which I am not aware. I suppose their family would be all grown up and flown the nest by now.

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Yes, speaking of co-workers, maybe y'all people could say Hi to Brenda for me. I have not thought to call her for many years now. She was my co-worker in Central Florida for about a year and a half. Brenda was such a nice person, able to talk prolifically to anyone, knows everybody and everybody's business. Sometimes God puts persons into your life for just the right time, and then later you might remember that you were glad to have such a nice co-worker at the time, but life takes us down different pathways, and we cannot get back to that place later. I do remember that she was originally from North Carolina, but anyway, I do not when I would ever have occasion to get back to Poke City.