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Yes, I noticed some interesting things about that, but anyway, it is not for you to know how I handle and/or handled the Susie problem. These are matters perhaps to complicated to discuss with the simple-minded cartoon characters of their limited fictional repertoire.

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Yes, I do not know why they decided to do that, I really did not ask them to drop this pile of rubbish at my front door, why am I almost the only person who notices these stale jokes? It was a joke, nothing to take seriously.

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Yes, that was scary at Evangel, when sophomoric June was crowing about how next year she will be in the upper class, so she can ride herd on us lower class people who have not yet attained to that state of dominance, and so, given that already June is already a huge embarrassment, what more would she do next year, obviously she would be able to ruin my life before I could even think about what happened. Another reason to leave and never go back to Evangel.

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Yes, we can only wonder what might have happened if the $11,000 had been entrusted to a good money manager instead of wasted on some evil Mormon swindlers. And the Arizona police are useless to do anything about those wicked Mormon scam artists.

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Yes, that is so insulting and beneath my dignity for me to be expected to socialize with that wicked evil Locker Room Blondie, as if there were any brain cell existent in her empty head. I learned early that Blondie tends to bark like a dog (and/or possibly a Turner Twit), so best to leave her outside in the backyard to run and play and do whatever she wants. However, I have no thought of locker rooms, we already explained a billion times about how, No, I always made a point of NOT taking a puff on the cigarette that was being passed around the girls' locker room, so that there is nothing more to say about that. How many billion more times do I have to go over that point? There is just nothing to say about that. 

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Yes, I sort of wish I had not said that stinky thing, but anyway, having said that, and having no control whatsoever about how things get bounced around to places where it was not intended to go, whatever, I might as well use it as another reason to never go there.

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Yes, that was so rude of them to throw at me this crazy book that no one ever heard of, I did not see what their problem was. And now that I see that thing, I have even less sympathy for that artificial contrivance they are using to depict themselves as suffering martyrs when actually no one is even aware of that or how that would have ever gotten started here in the purified airs of the U.S.A., where we had thought ourselves immune to this rarefied literary virus from Europe of no interest to us. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was later saying that those guys were cruelly harassing a certain Italian classmate who sort of resembles Sophia Loren, but her locker puts them at some distance from us in the alphabetical order of things, so I did not hear anything first hand about that. I don't know anything. She was a nice person. I don't know of anything more to say about that. 

But yes, these Arab guys were sort of creepy weird, I would prefer they stay on their side of the wall.

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Yes, speaking of name jokes, I vaguely remember in maybe 10th grade, our high school class was taken on a field trip to a theater to watch the movie, "Man of La Mancha," a recent release considered of great importance. Later, back at school, a 9th grader (I forget whether he was at the movie field trip) began teasing me with the name of "Dulcinea," who is the bar maid in the story. My name sounds sort of like "candy," a word which translated into Spanish would be "dulce," which could then be stylized into Dulcinea. Oh, did I notice Joan, whose locker is adjacent to mine, egging him on to do that? Because how else would he had thought of doing that? Besides which, I certainly do not think that I even faintly resemble Sophia Loren, who played the role in the movie, so perhaps he had mistaken me for a certain other classmate of ours who is also an Italian. Anyway, he became a continual nuisance to me, always harassing me with the singing of "Dulcinea" and a teasing monologue about how he is my Latin lover and blah blah blah. Whatever. Enough of that already. 

Later someone, maybe an observer in the halls of high school, was telling me online they thought that was serious. No, actually not. It was all a joke, an irritating joke, increasingly so. How can you seriously expect me to comment on the precise wording of that when I had not been paying that much attention to what I thought was a silly joke? 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during my childhood, that name jokes were a constant issue in my life, due to the fact that my name sort of sounds like "candy," so occasionally persons would tease me about my name, asking if I were a "candy cane" and could they eat me? Actually not, but when you are 5 years old it is easier to laugh that off without further comment. After the 10 millionth iteration of the same stale joke, the humor sort of falls flat, not that I want to trouble myself too much about these minor points. 

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Yes, the last time that I checked, I note that Harvey Reeves Calkins (1866-1941) is still my fourth cousins, four times removed, a distance of relationship so remote as to be not worth mentioning, there being no direct connection there. Harvey's elder sister, Carrie Etta Calkins (1861-1927), was married to William George Ford (1854-1938), not really the the inventor of the automobile, so really there is nothing more to say about that, except that I seem to be not the only person who has been compiling their genealogy charts. Lots of people seem to have this same information circulating roundabout. 

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Yes, amazing how they fill the air with arrogant boasts, as if some unknown person were clamoring to break into their Dogpatch Hospital, when actually not. Nobody is paying that much attention to them or cares to be embroiled in their intestinal Dogpatch schemes.

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Yes, I might as well enjoy what time I have left of my life, after being hammered mercilessly for years by a pack of boring Dutch milkmaids of whom nothing is known, only that they do not seem to speak English very well so who can say what they meant by that? One would think that the Dutch would have Reformed themselves by now, but no, they just carry on and on about nothing much.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that they were talking about the notion of reattaching the head of Thomas More, who spoke so eloquently in defense of the ex-wife of Henry VIII, and who knows if he might have succeeded in reattaching the King to his original marriage to Catherine, the mother of his children, if only Thomas had something more of authority over a King than merely to write some controversial things about that, in contradistinction to the actual definition of what a king is and how a king might react to being challenged by Thomas More.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that some Catholic ladies were expecting me to help them with their plan to cancel the Protestant Reformation, mainly because of the Thomas More connection. However, I really do not think that I can be of much help with this complex idea of reattaching Thomas More's head. Who can do that short of God himself? So what if all of the money is all going to turn Catholic and abolish the Protestants? What money? Whose money? Why should I trouble myself in such matters too deep for me? I really don't see the point of my saying anything about that.

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Yes, why am I getting all this hate mail from our crazy advertising director? She has the sales office all decked out as if an elementary school classroom, and stages little games to motivate the salespeople, which, Ok fine, the more money they make, the better for all of us. But she is not directly my boss. She really has no place to be ordering bars, although it was her idea to have a staff party at a bar a couple of blocks down the street, and they invited me to stop by, and so I did got there for a few minutes and was surprised to see that she was nothing but a bar, so what further do I need to say about that? But they told me to stand over there for them to take a photo, so I did whatever they wanted.

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Yes, you probably confused me for one of those little True-Teen brats, of whom I remember almost nothing, only a handful of superficial appearances that no longer have any meaning or relevancy whatsoever as far as I am concerned. But we hear that they are fond of writing stupid letters that are later circulated everywhere and they go online pointing fingers back at themselves ultimately because I really do not know anything about that. They probably know what they are talking about. We have not heard from them since the early 1980s, so we do not remember much about their later woes of which we only hear oblique rumors rarely. It was a relief to be rid of them, so what about that?

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during college, our music class was first thing in the morning, and Lynda was a classmate and also Terry was usually there. It was a small classroom with maybe 3 or 4 rows of desks jammed together, maybe 10 to 12 students, I do not remember exactly how many, and Terry would always stand at the back of the room next to the outside door, while waiting for class to start, and there were times when he would monologue continuously, being such a glib nonstop talker as he is. And sometimes he would monologue about various topics from his private male fantasy life, which made some of us uncomfortable to hear, because I really don't want to hear so much detail about that when I am trying to focus on my studies. And also he would say things that were completely ridiculous but who has the time or the nerve to pause to draw out the sources of information for these idiotic rantings? Whatever. He is such an idiot. And Lynda and I were saying something about that to Dauna, and forever after various pieces of that conversation are circulating in a disembodied and unrecognizable format that makes me wonder how that happened, but Russians are generally thought to be such complete idiots, so when you consider that you are probably a clone of stupid Dauna, then obviously you do not deserve to be dignified with further conversation on these points.

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Yes, that was so rude of Greg from work, to lean over my shoulder while I was logging into my account, to watch my fingers and capture my password, so that he can log into my account separately and wreak havoc on my files. That could be easily remedied by changing my password. However, it seems incredible that he displays not even a slight twinge of regret or shame about doing such a rude  thing to a co-worker. Fortunately for me, he was fired not long after that, although not because I reported him, so I cannot be blamed for that, but at least I never had to listen to his idiotic rantings later. Oh, did Greg forget to mention that he was fired? But who can communicate with some boring guy who only speaks sports language?

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Yes, I am completely not recognizing what I originally said about that to Dauna, so gradually it becomes obvious what is the source of your WRONG information on these points, and while the interests of truth are important, it is also true that I become even more reluctant than ever to waste my breath on some clueless persons who could not care less about my interests.

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Yes, I am completely forgetting who was so obsessed with Jane Seymour and her claims to a place in the British aristocracy. Back in the day I might have watched one or another of her Made-for-TV movies, but obviously she was not really never the Queen of England. Needless to say.

Which reminds me that my mother's ancestors claimed a descent from Thomas More, but whether that is really true or merely a vain puffery of exaggeration I cannot really say one way or another. Besides which, Thomas More's head was buried separately from his body, so that is another question that really cannot be answered to anyone's satisfaction. There might be a few who know, but I do not know when I would ever quite arrive at Threadneedle Street. 

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Yes, it was only later that we learned upon further observation that Bobby is actually a worthless pile of Chilean dog food. Oh, I did not know that. At least not yet in so many words. But I digress. There is nothing that I can do to prevent his self-destruct mechanism. To love him in the Lord does not mean that the wheels of justice are not in motion, even if we cannot yet see that. In future they will need to find some other token white people to harass because I will not be available.

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Yes, I was a little bit surprised to find myself thrown to the Japan bucket. I was not all that interested, especially after listening to Cori go on and on about how she agrees with the Japanese prejudice against Koreans. What a stupid thing for her to say. I thought that I had washed my hands of them already. 

As Christian strangers in a foreign land, we are supposed to remain above that type of local infighting, but perhaps some persons did not get the memo.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that the name sounded slightly familiar, although I do not know why, except that I am thinking that years ago when I was working in Boca, someone might have asked me if I knew him, and my answer then would be the same as it is now, No. No, I don't know him. Don't know anything about that.

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Yes, this brings up the question of whether that famous backup singer is somehow related to Mary Lasley from college, maybe her brother's name or else her cousin or something? The Lasleys lived in Africa at some time in the past, but what would they know about Chilean politics? Wherever they got their information, they would not have gotten that from me. I never actually discussed that with anyone at college, nor did I have occasion to discuss these matters with Mary. It was blocked out of my mind most of the time. Once in a while I remember things and then I forget.   , 

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Yes, I will be evacuating the planet soon enough, why so impatient, why all this frantic rushing about, so obviously James Taylor is just wasting his breath waiting for me to join him onstage. I never had occasion to compare notes with Joan from high school on these matters, so as a matter of principle I would need to pack up all of this nonsense and ship it home to Joan, or else James' ex-wife, or whoever that was, Huh? I am not sure quite how or when I figured that out, maybe, but I can clearly see the roof from here without any help from James.  

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Yes, it is an important point to remember, in terms of historical context that is sometimes forgotten, that my great-grandparents were in China in the role of Pentecostal missionaries. However, all of their descendants are not necessarily Pentecostals now, in the present generation, only partially, only some are Pentecostals and others are not Pentecostals, so it gets sort of confusing in that area, because those who are anti-Pentecostal are very rabid about this point, and those who are Pentecostal would prefer to avoid arguments on this point because, anyway, it gets complicated when you have to navigate through a variety of viewpoints and terminologies. It is easy to be confident of your own opinions when it is only about your personal church environment, but if you are subject to thrashings from a variety of groups of varying ideas, then it becomes very confusing.

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Yes, in terms of global politics, it serves as a convenient distraction for the enemies of freedom to be entertained by stories of the rivalry between Blondie and Redhead. Ordinarily, I would prefer to not fall for that trick, but it does feed the enormous ego of Blondie to keep doing that, so I cannot say when she would ever get a clue about what she is really doing in terms of that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that those little brats think that everything is all about them, the entire world revolves around them, all because their father's name is Art, which makes them entitled to all of the protection and sponsorships afforded by the guardians of "art."

And what about the rest of us who are not the children of Art, that is to say, not the children of Uncle Art? Does that make me a piece of Swiss cheese? Ummm, no, not really, never mind about my Dad's cousin who lives over there. Doesn't everyone have various extended family member who are out there all over the world doing whatever they want? But in terms of the DNA test, my Dad is only 20 percent Central Europe, some of which might be Switzerland, but there is also southern Germany, Saxony or Bavaria, and maybe Prussia. That is not really an overwhelming line of inquiry, given that my mother is entirely UK and my Dad is 70 percent UK. 

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Yes, I might have noticed that the self-appointed guardians of "art" have co-opted our story to be used for their own purposes. And am I so naive and unsophisticated as to not have noticed that "art" is an important part of modern civilization? To be sure, not everyone gets "art." But anyway, should I be intimidated by the self-appointed guardians of "art" who wish to crush me for not caring that much about their obtuse abstractions, random splatterings and artificially contrived constructions? Whatever. But there are places where art matters, so obviously I am not going to be such an enthusiastic participant in this useless exercise in futility as they seem to imagine. 

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Yes, I am suddenly reminded of the times when, late at night, maybe 2 a.m., I can hear that guy outside scavenging the neighborhood, (I wonder if he has a metal detector) and if you leave stuff outside on the curb it will probably be gone by morning, so obviously someone is out there doing that job, and so it might be a good idea to not put stuff outside unless you really want to get rid of it or can live without it, because certainly that guy will almost certainly carry everything away eventually. But I might want to plan a more strategic use of things and not squander all my resources on a lost cause when I can't win anyway.