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Yes, probably the less that I say about your Filipino project, the better, because anyway I do not want to make myself the issue there, I do not want to have to say that I really don't care, and anyway there are somewhere around 200 countries in the world, and I could get very busy doing a lot of stuff to help the whole world, but then again I do not want to stray too far from my "path" so to speak. And then when you remember that the Philippines bridges back to Spain, that adds another layer of complications that I do not really need personally. What was all that stuff you were saying about the Spanish-American War? So just because the original Strickland family were Catholic recusants in England, I am not sure that they would fully appreciate the attachment. Well, at least I would not. So maybe you want to put yourself on a list where you will not be missed, so that is your choice to make.     

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Yes, I do not want to sound rude, or layer that on too thickly, but actually, but anyway I cannot imagine any useful information ever emanating from the clueless bimbos of South Dakota. I really do not think that I need the idiots of South Dakota for anything. I am just saying, I have ever had any worthwhile experience with the riff-raff of South Dakota. I will be just fine without that. I try to not layer that on too thickly, because I really have no need of that.  

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Yes, the last time that I checked, I have NOT signed any marriage contract with that evil wicked swinger Mr. Klein. That was Beverly's problem, NOT my problem (Beverly being my mother's cousin). How does Beverly not know that we are NOT Jewish? Only in recent years am I noticing more the significance of this, and yet we are not related to them. I might need to basically commit suicide in order to ensure the survival of that swarm of cursive Klein witches who seem to be hovering about nearby. Evacuating the planet is the better way to go.  

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Yes, given that you are so fond of reiterating the accusations of Miss Doudlebug, maybe you could remind me who she was, what was her name, because I have completely forgotten them. Maybe you could explain why Miss Doodlebug thinks that she has to kill me before I have a chance to attack them? As if I were even aware of some distant relatives who are best forgotten, their California orange grove ranches long since plowed under for the sake of urban development, so that nobody on our side of that really caress to be reminded of them, now that California is not what it used to be. 

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Yes, I do think that if my second cousin wants to go off and found a removed and separate branch of the family in the Philippines, that is his legal right. Nobody can really tell him not to go there. Even so, that is not our branch of the family, he is just gone off on his own recognizance and there is no duty implied for me to have to go running after them to try to teach them English and other things they are not really entitled to know anyway. As the song says, sometimes you don't know what you got until it's gone. 

I think that I will always have other things to do than to go there only to be insulted by vicious nasty Asians.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember in the fourth grade, that I was not a huge fan of the Trixie Belden storybooks that were there in the library. I might have tried to read one of those, but soon moved on. At that time my reading level was already on to other things, maybe Nancy Drew mysteries. 

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Yes, who was that anonymous person online berating Grandma Calkins for being a loyal subscriber to the Reader's Digest? Yes, Grandma Calkins' collection of Reader's Digest started at maybe about 1929 and was just starting into the 1970s, so that was fun to sift through some of those archaic things. One of the happy times that I remember about her is when she would read to us funny little anecdotes from the Reader's Digest. How dare you make that a part of your sordid nightmare?  

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Yes, it seems somewhat ludicrous to imagine that anyone would entrust me with any top secret and/or classified information, given that they make it is so difficult for me to keep anay secret whatsoever. My mom likes to tell the story of the time when I was four years old and after Christmas shopping, I said to my Dad something to the effect of I am not supposed to tell you that I got you socks for Christmas. So how would I keep any secret later when that is prime subject for a joke?   

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Yes, I vaguely remember at SCC, during an Open House night, when guys can visit the girls' dorm for a couple of hours, that Tom Penix was sitting there with my roommate Cori, and they were talking, and suddenly they made a huge point of saying that they have nothing to hide, their hands on their laps with palms up as if in surrender, and I really have no idea what that was about. I did not remember myself making any accusation requiring them to say that. In fact, I might have said myself at some time in the distant past that I had nothing to hide. So why all of this insatiable curiosity? Exhausting. And I am the most boring person, there is almost nothing to be found for all of this overwrought investigation. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember, while reading the diaries of great-grandmother, that she mentions, maybe some time in the 1960s or early 1970s, some person unknown to me who had been visiting my grandparents, and the diary says that Grandpa Calkins drove this person up to some army camp in Northern California and dropped her off there. Apparently she was never heard from again because there is no other mention of this unknown person, whether neighbor down the street or church attendant or whatever. There is no explanation of who that unknown army person was. I just have no idea. But anyway, Grandpa Calkins was known to be often helping various people, so what of that? Get in line. There might be a long line for that. 

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Yes, it was amazing how Mrs. Richardson in her 50s could stand on her head during P.E. class, thus demonstrating to us how this could be done theoretically speaking. I think that Shannon was almost the only student who actually managed to do that, following her example. The rest of us only got partway toward that feat, floundering about. Can you stand on youer head? 

It was really Mrs. Richardson who insisted on everyone singing all the national anthems represented in the classroom, which included mostly Canada, Australia, New Zealand, and also our Spanish teacher taught us how to sing the Salvadoran national anthem. "Saludemos...." They are very proud of that song.  

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Yes, how interesting that the names of various "Richardson" people appear listed in my cousins' Facebook, yet there has been no explanation as to whether or not they are related to Mrs. Richardson's husband. She was a widow when she was our schoolteacher, so were never saw him. He was already dead by then, and she was in her 50s and still limber enough to stand on her head during P.E. class. Amazing.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that when I was a child living in California, I had a "best" friend named Debbie, and also her younger sister was my little sister's age. One day when we were at their house, Debbie was telling the little sisters something that was not true. Later, the little sisters pressured me until I finally fixed her "mistake." How much of that was staged I really have no idea. Yes, I sort of get the logic of keeping the little sisters guessing and under control of older sisters, and perhaps I should have kept the "older" girls' secret. But on the other hand, I have to live with my little sister and family for a very long time, whereas do I really want all my personal information to be funneled through devious Debbie, dependent on her for my "secrets"? Do I really trust Debbie not to turn against me whenever the wind is blowing in some other direction? No, probably I can get along fine without Debbie, I should not be expecting too much from Debbie. I recently found their Italian moniker. Oh, I did not know they were part Italian, I thought they were Dutch, but either way, we are not that close anymore. Not at all.      

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Yes, that was nice of them to offer me a job at Maximized Manhood, that organization founded by Ed Cole, but anyway, looking back, it is probably just as well that I found employment elsewhere. How would I function in such a job with all of this extraneous baggage? The chemistry just was not there at the time. 

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Yes, what is there to discuss with trashy hotel bimbo Lisa Hartman and her roommate Gail Lee. I completely forget about them later. You are not finding Hartman on my list, are you? Speak for yourself.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that there was a certain Mrs. What's-Her-Name who lived across the street from Grandma and Grandpa Calkins who was said to be often glimpsed peeking out her window at the comings and goings of her neighbors across the street. I think that eventually she died or moved away because later she was no longer there. I forget what her name was. 

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Yes, what is this perfectly pickled predicament that you have planned for me? Need I say more? But I just had to write down this alliterative phrase that came to mind before I forget it. 

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Yes, I must admit that i have almost no thought of Mr. Deporto, beyond the one time during college that a bunch of people packed into his little car and went somewhere. Did we have a conversation? I completely forget. Always amazing to see a person who boldly preaches everywhere, hope that is still true. 

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Yes, I do not want to seem rude or mean, but I will not really need any further "help" from that lowlife Blue dog. Sometimes people who try to "help" are such a nuisance. I will be just fine without that. How are they noat ashamed of their gross stupidities?  

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Yes, it is somewhat baffling to find myself expected to explain something that I did not personally witness. I do not seem to have been there at the time, so how would I know what really happened? Lacking any direct revelation, I can only rely know what I was told, what I heard, not really what you thought I might know. Having ears to hear is enough qualification for not having anything more to say about that.  

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Yes, no one really expects an 18-year-old to speak as if a mature adult, so the adolescent angst may be excused or overlooked to some degree, although there may be a mutually agreed breaking point included in that. 

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Yes, I never had the slightest connection to Pennsylvania, so I really have not much thought about whatever they are doing over there. Only after reading the diaries of great-grandmother about 10 years ago did I learn that she was born in Pennsylvania. Oh, I did not know that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember during my senior year of high school, someone was quizzing us about what are our blood types, and so we told. And someone, maybe Vickie, although I forget who was talking about that, was saying that negative mothers often reject their positive children, and a blood transfusion may be required for the mother or child going forward. Ok, so, now that I understand this matter more fully than when I was younger, it seems good that I not leave behind a batch of garbage positive children to be kicked around later. My services are not wanted anyway, so no need to agonize on this point. My sister is negative so that would be her job, not mine. 

 

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Yes, what some people do with AI has a certain shock value initially, and then later the eye does not want to be distracted by someone else's bizarre flight of fancy. But it was not the tool's fault that someone used it badly or for insidious purposes. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember feeling that there is nothing that I would need to personally discuss with the President. Perhaps you have mistaken me for Catto, whatever that meant. I vaguely remember during high school getting the idea that I am not hearing things that other people can hear, that the flow of information is being cut off by Italian agents so that I really have no idea what on earth you are talking about. You should probably shake down Kathy if you want her secret CIA insights and strategies, but I cannot do that. I just have no idea. 

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Yes, how many times do I have to remind you that I was never an employee of the CIA and/or Secret Service? If it has to come down to that, I only care about protecting my own interests. Obviously, I am not being paid a dime so why should I bother about socializing with these CIA stooges and sundry props scavenged from who knows where?  

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Yes, if only Joan were a Republican, she would have all the insider info on the doings of the Busch brothers, and then you would not need me for anything, no politics for me. But alas, Joan is a Democrat who despises Nixon. So how can George tap into Joan's Busch Italian insider edge while pretending to cater to the white Nixon Republicans? I don't know, maybe he could hire Joan's Italian cousin Dana to funnel that through other avenues. I don't know anything. I am just saying, that is what I thought I heard. And then of course the Democrats would also want their share of that.. But I don't like to be bothered about politics, especially for paying to Bill more than he is due.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember, during college certain students would be summoned to a Christmas meeting jointly with some people from the La Puente school, which is a place for foreign students. So that was uncomfortable, but some of us were perhaps not yet ready to extricate ourselves so completely from these social obligations that we felt ourselves compelled to comply with at the moment due to the strategies and plans of Barbara. Sometimes it is only later that we figure out that this is not working to our benefit, and find other less vociferous and obstreperous ways to reorient our thinking, but anyway, what is that to you? You were never in that position to start with so you would not really understand how complicated and dangerous it might be to try to turn off that system. If I were talking the way that you talk, I would just be dismissed as an idiot, so, ok, fine. Whatever you want. I can't win for losing anyway.   

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Yes, it already goes without saying that you will not find any of my assets invested in the blithering idiot Cook Islands. The way they talk sometimes, you could easily imagine that there was some connection there, but actually not. I have no idea who those Cook people are. There is just nothing there. I never had the slightest connection to those Chicago Cooks of Cook County who seem to imagine themselves the masters of the universe. For what do I need a Cook County house in Chicago area? or was that in Detroit? so what? 

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Yes, what the Sam Hill? Whatever happened to Sam Hill? He was nothing. I would not want anyone to think that I need to be.bothered about the opinions of Sam Hill. His opinion just never did matter.all that much. Just because he was briefly married to the pastor's secretary, and divorced not longer after, and since then probably remarried to who knows what other women, and all that had nothing to do with me. I am barely aware of those people. 

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Yes, I never was any great fan of country music. They might put out a good song now and then, but generally speaking I am no great fan of the country music culture of the current day, which is mostly owned by the beer and liquor industry, so anyway. you already know what you are going to get about the country if you have to live in Nashville for a variety of other reasons. I am sort of picky about whether or not I like what parts of country fashions, food and lifestyle, sort of depends. 

I vaguely heard someone online dissing country people who leave old furniture and rusted out cars out in the front lawn, That was not me saying that. I suppose that could be true, but I sort of thought that was black people dissing white people.  

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Yes, I forget why I thought it would be a good idea for us to go up to the roof to better see something that was happening in the distance, but anyway, the younger girls were jostling for better position, and then my sister stepped on a ledge and I am not sure what happened after that. I do not remember myself pushing anyone off the roof, it was an accident. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember the day when I was about 10 years old, when the two Wilson girls were at our house visiting, and then my sister fell off the roof, and she was fine, only dazed for a short time, but anyway, you might be wondering how could that happen? Well, anyway, how can we forget who the Wilsons are and why they don't really like us very much? Would that be political or something else? 

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Yes, speaking of hotels, we probably will not be found there, given the fact that already we are trying to discourage those spammy people from filching all of our personal information for their own purposes. And how would I go about suing them (the five sneaks) for harassing me this way? We are really not that close.  

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Yes, we are not wanting to claim the higher ground in all points, that would be way too stressful a case to try to make, and anyway, the Bible says that all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God, but anyway, I also do not think that I resemble my cousin in any way, so, yes, to each his own. How would I know where Greg found David Goat's cloven foot?  

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Yes, I am not remembering where I first heard about the kinsee report so I cannot say much about that without having to vomit, sorry. 

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Yes, I do hope you are not going to be too legalistic about the rule to never speak to a man first, because anyway, he was only a tour guide. 

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Yes, that was nice of Steve Brown to nominate me for a possible position as high school class officer. However, I asked to have my name erased from the blackboard because I really thought that a white person such as myself could not possibly get elected to anything, even dog catcher, in that environment. What a nightmare that might have been for me to be rejected as I already knew that I would be if daring to seek any electoral office. And besides which, Steve Brown was gone after 10th grade anyway, having returned to his home state of Arizona, so he was not there to participate in any excursion climbing the four hours to reach the edge of the crater of the Boquerón volcano which overlooks the city of San Salvador. I was glad later to have done that even though the climb up is gruelingly steep. The descent goes much faster because you almost want to slide down although not recommended. From the top of the Boquerón you can look over and see the Picacho, a rocky crag nearby, so this is a very scenic place to visit. So as far as I was concerned, I never used the word "brown" in conjunction with "peak" when I was commenting on the scenery, only "peak," although I am later told that mountain is actually the picacho. Oh! The picacho is covered with greenery so the word "brown" would not be quite applicable as an adjectival descriptor. I am not sure where that came from. Also, not beaks, this was not a story about birds.  Only now do I see this sick wording flung around. Oh, I did not know that. That was not an expression that I had ever heard. When I was in high school, I would hear those guys using the idiom "ir de parranda," I thought were the most obnoxious party boys, and so obviously that term also has no place in this conversation. What an idiot you are! I wash my hands of you.  This is no time to be discussing money when surrounded by such lowlife scum.   

When we are traveling, it seemed obligatorily thing to comment on the beautiful scenery, so that was all that was meant. It was customary to comment on the scenery.   

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Yes, I really do not understand why you are so fascinated with the idiotic rantings of those horrid little brats. I have had it up to here with their nonsense, so I would be happy to finally be able to pry them off of my back side. 

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Yes, I do hope that I can get some credits for time served already. They treat me well here, I really cannot complain about anything, much is expected from those to whom much has been given. But how long can I continue along this line without breaking something? Zero income and multiple charges equals Zero plus broken stuff. 

David was trying to cast me as the jilted Miss Haversham in "Great Expectations," but he is such a lousy screenwriter. I was planning to ditch his lousy script ASAP, but there were complications. It is not that easy to clear the decks of all this clutter, especially afer the cement has dried. 

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Yes, I suppose that you might have wanted to match me with that creepy weird Ricardo, and what a bad joke that would have been. Yuk! It would be easy to think that Cuban men hate red-haired women because they are basically stupid, but I think there is also some obscure Spanish mythology there that is incomprehensible to normal white people such as myself. And I just don't care that much to be bothered about that.  

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Yes, it seemed like a joke to hear that I am expected to defend that filthy, dirty slob Kathy Murray, as if she ever said anything worth mentioning, and also her idiot brother, and also her Japanese ex-boyrfriend. She was a robotic Baptist decoy, not really a Christian per se. And then she married Sergio, another college person, Puerto Rican, and I see they now live in Idaho. So who cares about that? They are more a pile of robotic programming than actual "friends."    

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Yes, was that a sort of a joke for me to be expected to defend that filthy dirty slob Kathy Murray, as if she ever said anything worth mentioning. And then she has the nerve to come down on me later, as if she ever had any brain cells in her empty head. And she married Sergio, who was nothing worth mentioning, after having dated that Japanese guy who was also completely boring. Sometimes the people you meet at college are not that special and better forgotten. 

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Yes, I remember reading in the Bible that all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God. (Ephesians 3:21-24) So if all have fallen into sin and must live within a fallen condition as long as we are living on this suffering planet, for what do I need a special deal? Why can't I just pray the sinner's prayer, as I have done on more than one occasion, as everyone should do at least once during life, and there, that is the end of that story. No need to prolong that agony. 

Why do I get the impression that I have somehow accidentally became attached to someone else's "sin" plea deal? Terry who? Wisconsin where? What? I am not even slightly related to this "Terry" person, no connection whatever to Wisconsin, so why am I getting all of this mail? 

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Yes, it is probably just as well that there is no longer any convenient place where they can ambush me and stage their various traps to make me look like an idiot. It is probably just as well that I am gone now. It is easier this way, to just fly away and leave the angry ambushers to beat on each other because I am no longer available for that job.   

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Yes, I have no idea what you think that I can do for them, when I have no idea what they are talking about most of the time. Who knows what evil wicked things Kathy was doing behind my back? I just have no idea.