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Yes, I vaguely remember noticing that they were trying to write an essay on the topic of "sanctimonious." However, there has been no clarification yet on the question of: Who is calling who a hypocrite? If they are all behaving like trash, what would be the point of saying more about that? So clearly I am as yet the standing winner of the second grade spelling bee. No contest there at least. 

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Yes, I never really understood this your odd obsession with Olympic sports, as if I should "do" something about that. Apart from the issue of the "Pagan" spirit attaching to that, I never really cared that much about not being a top pick for sports teams in high school P.E. class. I look like such a dork compared to them, who can blame them for not wanting to get stuck with me on their team. Fortunately I do not have to "do" sports anymore, I can just watch the Olympics on TV occasionally and enough about that. I feel blessed to be able to evacuate the planet without further ado.  

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Yes, I noticed that I was hearing online about some crackpot script devised by my Cousin Vanna-Blob, who has a serious heroine addiction problem. So what if she has seven or eight children? Can't she just do whatever she wants without having to cast me as the villainess in her private nightmare, with herself playing the starring role in that "Cheaper by the Dozen" movie? I saw the movie on TV, but anyway, I do not fit into their script. I never had the slightest connection to Planned Parenthood.   

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Yes, when I went to the library, that guy was so friendly I was shocked, always greeting me as if he knew who I was, and I learned his name, and that he was from Bethany, and later I found out from other sources about his prankster problem. Oh! 

But I am not sure whether I ever mentioned that to Kristen. She probably lives on some other planet by now. 

Yes, enough about that guy.    

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Yes, I vaguely remember Robin college, and then later I heard that she was expelled for some reason unknown to me. I would rather not comment in a public way about these matters, I can barely remember a few things about those people. 

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Yes, I cannot even imagine what I would need to be there to do, when I could probably do all of the same things here just as easily, except for the problem of paperwork and, anyway, what would you want or need me to do that they could not do just as easily? 

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Yes, I vaguely remember when I was living in California in the 1980s, talking to someone who had been involved with a large revival campaign, and was helping with the offering, and he was concerned that the rules were not observed in the way that he had expected in terms of the money being secured after the offering was taken. I do not remember now the details of that, only that of course they would secure the money somehow. I was not there at the time so I really cannot say much about that, whether that was a valid compalint or not. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that he sings with a hollow leg, but no, that was not Gary Easley she was talking about, that was someone else. 

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Yes, I do hope that you were not expecting me to storm Mount Carmel there to slaughter the prophets of Bail and negativity. There was some chatter online about that, but anyway, no, I doubt that I would ever do that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember having read that book, "Something More," by Catherine Marshall, maybe when I was in my 20s. I also read a few other books written by her, including the novel "Christy" and autobiographical story of her late husband, "A Man Called Peter." I might have read other books by her but those are the titles that I can remember now. Someone was saying some gossip about that book, but I forget what I heard. So, what about that? Just because I might be one of the several hundred thousand, maybe even millions of people who read a particular book, is not really a reason for me to have to write a book review on the spot. 

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Yes, in perusing the annals of history, we notice that Alice Tempest-In-A-Teapot (1520-1595) was married firstly to Christopher Place, by whom she had about six children. After his death she became the second wife of Walter Strickland by whom she had another set of children. So, my grandmother being a Strickland, are we descendants of Alice or of another branch of the Stricklands? In early America the records get a bit sketchy, so we really don't know, or at least I don't know. For what do I need a sketchy "Place" holder who pretends to monopolize all of the benefits of life? Definitely we do not belong to the "Place" family, of at least that much I can be fairly certain. 

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Yes, we had noticed John Law swaggering about as if a Chilean despot, attempting to impose his arbitrary and unreasonable demands of regional jargon upon this unsuspecting hiker, as if. Well, it is true that what John Law intended for evil, God may repurpose for good. How that may happen is not necessarily set in stone, however, it would seem.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember getting the impression that you were visiting the bat caves of hell during your NDE (Near Death Experience). But then you wake up and it is eight years later, so there is something wrong with this timeline, doubtless a plot contrivance of the clever author, but the footnotes tell another story. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that our teacher was telling us about the time that she got drunk, and then she went outside and threw up all over the place. That was when she decided that she had to change her lifestyle and not attend so many fancy parties populated by vain and shallow Hollywood celebrities.   

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Yes, that Tracy certainly does put on a powerful showing of herself as martyred heroine addict, even though we are no longer in the business of needing a skilled pianist at hand anyway, or for that matter a long-distance swimmer, so we really cannot promise that we would ever need her services at any time in the future. The swim to Cuba is really not that feasible.   

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Yes, I really have no thoughts of my own about the Ukraine-Russian War. Maybe if an employer had assigned me to write a story about that, I would have to look for some sources and do whatever was necessary to fill the task required. It is true that years ago there was some thought that some great-great-great-grandparent of ours was born in the Ukraine way back in the 1800s, due to census documents, but then more recently the DNA test says Chechen, so what does that mean anyway. I would only be about 5 percent of that anyway, so the significance is not very great, that I should be recalled to a place that no longer has any great significance to me personally. I probably would not resemble the local populace and would not be able to speak the language anyway.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember wondering who was that, why was I hearing that  evil wicked witch of literature who was screaming in my ear about the literary establishment of 19th century America, about how they were all such terrible people. Thus, I am such a hypocrite for having whiled away the hours of my youth playing Authors' card game. Do I even know who those people were? Have I ever read even half of those books, or even have any idea what those books are? And yet, who am I to argue with the society and culture that has designated certain faces to appear on the card fronts of Authors' card game, everyone else being mostly part of the flood of mediocrity by contest? How could God ever use me now that my brain has been contaminated by exposure to this chronicle of bestial groanings? Yes, I certainly would not necessarily want to recommend that. And who was that shrill witch, was she a composite of evil demons sent to scourge and torment?    

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Yes, what was the name of your guidance counselor? I am not remembering her off the top of my head, only that she suggested that I add something to the story thatI was writing, which I chose NOT to use because, anyway, I did not work for her and those were not my instruction. Enough said about that. I do not understand why this thing keeps buzzing out there in the background. That has nothing whatsoever to do with me. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that years ago, there was someone online berating me for not staying there to hear more about that and to show solidarity with Kathy, as if I had attacker her or been on the other side of that, which, oh, I had not thought of it that way. I used to think that the less I talk to them or hear about that the better, because they are always screaming about stuff even when I have no idea what they are talking about, so whatever I say would not count for anything anyway. 

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Yes, that was nice of Linda Seese, in the halls of high school. to compliment my new blouse. Beyond that, there is really nothing that I can say about her and no reason for me to speculate about the incident that was overheard of her being seen at the fair with Kathy's boyfriend. Just because your spies were staging all this weird stuff, that would not mean that I ever saiin or would have approved if I had understood what that was about. After all, they are just your stupid spies all on your payroll, so whatever. 

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Yes, it is amazing to contemplate the abysmal stupidity of a horse that cannot gallop, don't know where they get their nonsense, just because he married the Wicked Witch of the West from Ozlandia, he thinks he knows everything. 

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Yes, probably no one will ever recommend that you read that book "Scotty Kid: The Life Story of of 'Brother Tommy'" published in 1917, because its existence is quite unique. It speaks in the ancient 'cant' language of that certified Foursquare criminal and railroad hobo who is probably long since dead anyway. Why would you want to read Tommy's lengthy list of things that he did wrong, before he repented and reformed? Why would you imagine that I would know anything about that, only because my great-grandparents met him only later, after he was working as a Christian minister in China. No, there is nothing for us to say about the utter stupidity of those Foursquare criminals. That was not our problems. 

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Yes, that is so rude how the Andersons keep trying to throw their criminal records at us. Well, to be fair, he was their cousin, so maybe the criminal records did not belong to them, but neither did they belong to us. I heard long ago that they were planning something, but I cannot quite see why no one is whacking those nasty Andersons into a better shape than that. It was not my job to remind everybody that the children cannot be prosecuted for the crimes of the parents, if there be any, biblically speaking. It is complicated, but not impossible to figure out that the Andersons have gone overboard in their sick thirst for revenge. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Susie told me that her cousin Loren is a policeman. Yes, you have to respect the badge of police authority even when actually, on a personal level, I perhaps dislike him somewhat, but I do not want to go into a discussion of the unpleasant impression that he conveys. I do not see any reason to have to argue with those people just because they are related to Susie, but whatever. They always are antagonist toward me anyway, so it does not really matter that much what they say. It is a sort of automatic pilot thing with them. 

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Yes, I noticed something odd about your obsession with Mexico, and then I remembered reading somewhere that Marilynn Kramer had gone back to Mexico later, after she turned Catholic and divorced her husband, who went away to Rome to become a Catholic priest. Now there is another story that I cannot handle in a personal way. They seemed like nice people when we first met them in Mexico in maybe 1965 or 1966, when my parents were in language school there, and they stopped in to visit us in El Salvador where they had dinner at our house. But of course hat was before they went to Venezuela where heir initial mission was quickly forgotten. And then later I noticed that she also was a Roberts, yet another bodd coincidence. 

But anyway, you really do not resemble Marilynn. I do not remember you at all.  

 

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Yes, it is a bit puzzling to ponder why am I getting all of this irrelevant mail from some Armenian person who is not invited, and also this song about how your mother wears Army boots. Last time I checked, I noticed that Armenia has its own church separate and apart from us, so there is no need of me to talk to them about that. Eventually the Greeks will supervise them and tell them what's what, hopefully. Thanks to Russia for clarifying that point at least. 

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Yes, one can only wish that my sister had not sold her soul to the stupid idiots of the "Little Prince" club. But, never mind, there was no having a reasonable conversation with those little brats after that. I do not remember whether I ever read that book myself, but the book cover gives the impression of it being a cutesy allegorical story, so one can easily imagine some people would really get into that. But to make that a manual of parenting is a bit too much of a stretch for me to bother with crediting, although in the U.S. there is precedent for these extremist fringe groups, such as the children of Doctor Spock, so I do not know what else to say about that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that you were ranting about Machiavelli's book, "The Prince," and I was completely not on the same page, that book not having been on my high school reading list. And neither was Goethe's "Faust," but there is always eternity later to learn more about the universe and everything else. There I was looking at the paintings on the walls, while you were perhaps suggesting a counterpoint to the Chilean Lastarria's political discourse in a cave. Oh, I did not know that. Oor else perhaps you were suggesting a counterpoint to the cult that has grown up around the book, "The Little Prince," which is such a cute little allegory, but has a Salvadoran connection, sort of. 

Yes, that is a huge mouthful for me to chew on. I might not want to address that stuff directly. That might be someone else's problem, not really mine. 

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Yes, one cannot help but wonder whatever happened to the old time-honored principle of being innocent until proven guilty. And if your crimes are pardoned they are forgotten at the bottom of the sea. But if you really must insist on reviving the old star chamber system, the American people might not like that so much. You may feel good about seeing your enemy beaten down, but anyway, the answer is blowing in the wind, so it is not that simple to say anything about that. 

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Yes, I probably should get serious about writing my full novel, instead of leaving little bits of fiction here and there. I don't know, maybe someday the pieces will all fall together into a fictional narrative, or maybe not. But then again, what would they do with a full novel to mangle? Crazy enough already what they do with one or two paragraphs. 

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Yes, I have noticed a flood of Norwegian people to whom I am actually not related, pretending to be in charge of something related to me. So what about that? Who cares? Of course God cares about Norwegians. God cares about everybody. So what? 

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Yes, or else that could have been some report from Tom Wagner, but I don't remember now. It all blurs together in the mind. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing some thing about the Furies. Was that one of Mr. Schaeffer's digressions  (Mr. Schaeffer being our high school biology teacher)? Who that was I forget, but I do remember that something was said about the disjointed and convoluted mythology of the Furies, who climb onto roofs from whence to launch angry tirades of a Furious nature. It was a German thing, maybe centered in the Rhine Valley, so maybe that would be a reason to keep the front door locked at night, because although they Furies may have some good points, who knows what else is on their agenda. 

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Yes, that was so weird how they know all of this creepy weird stuff about Bill Cosmo, and the year was maybe 1988, many years before the trial. But I do not want to be hearing all of this weird rumor stuff about all of these Hollywood celebrities. Yuk! Another reason to get out of town and never look back. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during college I was asked more than once if I were related to that Olympic swimmer, Tracy Caulkins, to which my standard reply always was "No! There is no 'u' in my last name." So, Ok, fine, enough said about that. 

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Yes, I do hope that you were not expecting me to waste any of my breath or energies further on Laura. She had not enough sense to be embarrassed of her own predicament, preferring to inform me of various details that I had not asked for, and then to lash out in her own defense, as if I had said something about that. The sooner I get myself out of there the better, brush off that worthless Laura dirt and never look back, ever. 

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Yes, what was the name of that surfer guy at our college? I forget. I only remember that at some time it was somehow learned or remarked that early in the morning, while we were still straggling to maybe get up in time for breakfast, he would have already been to the beach with his "board" and back again in time for class. Makes me tired to even think about that. Why all of this to-do about a "board"? I doubt that I would ever take up surfing at my age. 

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Yes, I have no desire to serve as worthy opponent to hurricane force winds. You silly reporters are always standing out there in the middle of danger whenever a hurricane is arriving. Ridiculous. 

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Yes, that was sort of interestingly weird how they were online accusing me of wanting to take advantage of David's banking connections, as if I ever cared about his crazy plot, whoever that was. I vaguely remember hearing that he worked in banking, in the contracts office, but which bank I was not even sure at that time. But anyway, he is so boring, such a prickly pear, do they not learn anythng useful at ORU? I would rather NOT know more about that. And if I were to actually do something about that, would not that just give them another chance to scam me later? Forget about them.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember that one summer in El Salvador, when we were going to be spending a week at the beach, my mom made us take a quinine pill so that we would be immune to malaria before ever getting there. Thanks Mom! (You did not need a prescription there to get quinine, you just go to the drugstore and buy whatever you need.) And who else would that tidbit of information have come from other than our summer intern Bruce Brock, who was staying at our house for a couple of months. He was from Tucson. 

While he was at our house, my mother had picked up the mail and seeing a letter addressed to the care of our family, she opened it and read a hot missive from Bruce's girlfriend, part of which she read to me, being quite shocked. Hopefully they would have made it legal eventually. Personally, I really do not appreciate being reminded of the dull and boring Brockoli brothers. Who cares about those dry cactus plants of boring Arizona? Enough about desert biology. I only learned later from online messages that he had a brother named Steve. Oh, I did not know that. Ok, so, whatever.  

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Yes, I really do not understand your odd obsession with browsing pictures of Transatlantic cruising, very expensive. There is no really no reason to discuss this topic in a public way with person who don't really count for anything in the real world. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that you were quizzing me about my drug usage during high school, and I really must confess that the only drug that I can remember ingesting during high school was called aspirin, an over-the-counter remedy for headaches and that sort of thing. There might have been also one or another cold remedies in our medicinal inventory. What brand of aspirin, you may have asked. And I probably would have answered that I could not remember what brand, whatever my mom found in stock at the store one can easily imagine, whether Bayer or Johnson & Johnson mattered not, myself not being aware of us being the slaves to any demands of brand loyalty to any particular drug company, although generic aspirin not having yet been thought of at the time.  

I had never really seen much need for all this yapping about drug company business, but one can easily imagine that there might be drug company reps everywhere trading with farmers and collecting plant specimens and whatever they do. I really only want aspirin when I feel that I need it and the rest of the time I never think about drug companies at all.