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Yes, I vaguely remember during our journalism program, what was the name of that black man in our class who was speaking rhapsodically about the Louis Farrakhan movement. Machelle Bush probably would remember more about that than I ever could think of. So under free speech rules you may say whatever you want about that, but even so people will have their diverging opinions about that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember thinking that I really would prefer to carefully sidestep this meticulously staged conflict on the topic of rare and quixotic vulgarities and the various permutations of this type of verbosity, which was served to me on a platter of unsavory dog food. As the Bible says, the poor you have with you always. There probably always will be that certain type of neurotic whacko who obsesses unceasingly on these obscure points that may or may not be found in the dictionary. Sometimes when some guy in high school is heard rolling of a lot of strange words he can be documented by dictionary definitions and written off accordingly, silently, which is what I did, he was definitely not my type. But sometimes we just cannot know what they are talking about, especially if some unknown language is in use. Also, it sort of depends on your personal tastes and preferences. Some people are just tacky and tasteless by nature. You would always introduce training on what not to say, but neither will I be signing any premature contract giving away the farm to some unknown riff-raff for no reason whatsoever.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during our childhood we had a record player and several records, and one of those records our mother told us that we were not allowed to listen to because the music was sort of rock-and-rollish, a jarring sound at the time. However, on at least a handful of occasions we did listen to that record, probably when my parents were gone somewhere for the evening. It was called "Alley Oop" and it was a collection of songs about ancient cave-dwellers. It was meant as a humorous look at cave dwellers, but, yes, the humor was not really that amazingly funny. Only the one line sticks in the mind, "Alley Oop-Oop Oop Oop-Oop," but beyond that it is not very memorable. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember way back when, some people were boasting that they are getting all the money, so that meant that we just got nothing. Oh, thanks. So that means nothing at all. 

And then later I noticed that the bomber rockers think that they have everything, and everybody else has to just sit there and watch their lunatic show, because only they get the money. Which means basically that we get nothing at all and we have to sit there and listen to their version or eality, which means basically nothing for us, and we did not even know who are those people. Only later do we learn that one of them is a Wilson, who knows how they would be connected to the other Wilsons. So basically all that means is that we just get nothing. So what about that?  

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Yes, thanks, but I really cannot foresee any need on my part to renounce when I can spell 'enounce' clearly enough, having recently noticed this point. However, the powers that be might not like it if I go around dispensing cheapskate solutions to persons who have not really done the extensive research and/or reading already on my plate, not to mention what I might find later on this side of heaven, assuming I live long enough to find something else they forgot to mention. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember having read a book about a KGB agent, but I have completely forgotten what was the title of that book. What was the author's name? Why don't you ask the Sanchez family why they are keeping this lurid spy book, and what did that mean to them, because although I read it after Carol handed it to me along with some cryptic comments about that, I really have no thought of who those people in the book might have been or whether that had any historical significance. As someone online was reminding me, the Balzac was similarly terrifying although fictional. Apparently the bourgoisie of 19th century Europe were quite a ubiquitous literary force in their day.    

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Yes, I always hate it when people try to tell me what I think, as if they could read my mind or some ridiculous thing like that. I actually was not thinking about that, but if you want to wear a sign on your forehead labeling yourself as Hitler, well, that is your choice to make. I actually have no thought of that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that once or twice I said something about grass, and then later I never heard the end of that. Looking back, I wish that I had never said that. But given that they so vigorously and thoroughly had completely written me off as if I had never existed, and perhaps my name is really someone else, my mind goes blank at the thought of that. I would apologize if given the opportunity for misstating some vague impression, but anyway, I doubt that I could ever retrieve what I had originally siad, given that I never really existed anyway.  

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Yes, it is unfortunate that I will probably not be able to unlock some of these dilemmas posed until after I have died and gone to heaven, and then later Jesus will be able to explain these matters more clearly for your edification. Until then, I just have to endure the various trials and peculiar perplexities devised for my torture by various persons who just cannot see the truth for the trees. 

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Yes, so during that hiking trip, preparing to descend the mountain back to our starting point, that little brat Rhina storms off on her own, down another path that went off in another direction, and there was nothing to do but resume our descent as planned along the normal path, and then later my Mom had to drive around to another part of the city to find Rhina waiting at the Bible school, which is where that path ended separately. Oh, thanks Rhina for being a complete nuisance to everyone. 

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Yes, that is quite awkward, being mistaken for Montgomery's Ward. As if I would even know those people existed until much more recently. Blah blah blah. Oh! And even so, my salvation is not dependent on their opinions, fortunately for me. I would not want to be in any way dependent on the fortunes of the bankrupt Montgomery Wards. Now that you mention that. 

 

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Yes, that was weird, pathetically weird, how they hauled me in to announce that they had voted against me, even though I was not aware of myself being in the business of running for office. And to what office might they be referring? And why does that wretched dog from South Dakota always seem to be in the throes of a frenzied rageaholic seizure at the sight of me? I could not care less about South Dakota, never been there, don't know anything about it. 

Clearly, the wretched dogs of Spence Third North have proven themselves unworthy of my presence and further attentions. I have other plans for my life than to be socializing with that pack of worthless trash. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember there was a time when Lynda and I were sitting in a classroom, in our chairs, and we were listening to a conversation that was happening directly in front of us between the teacher, Mrs. Lawrence, and a few other people, including Rose and Warren. They were describing something that had happened while they were on tour at Warren's house, and what actually happened was not that clear to us listeners who were listening from afar. 

I could not understand why later someone kept poke poke poking trying to get me to say something more about that, as if it were up to me to explain what happened. I only heard what few cryptic comments that I heard, something that happened on the stairs? her what? It must have been, as Mrs. Lawrence said at the time, one of those embarrassing moment, right? 

But of course anything that I might say about that would only be wrong, because I was not there and did not actually see anything. Only they know what actually happened, and they could say whatever they want about that, and we would not know anything the better beyond whatever they might say. There was no other information available to fill in the gaps, and so anyway, it was not really that important.   

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Yes, I was sort of surprised to learn that you seem to imagine that the Japanese won WWII. Well, he did have a compelling presentation in high school on the topic of violent nuclear blasts in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Makes you understand the ambiguous feelings of these Japanese people towards America. And also he probably seemed sort of cute to you, when you saw him playing guitar in Lance's Beatles band. As for me, I was not that interested in revisiting this topic later. 

But you only remember ninth grade, and that was before I had adapted to the practicality of pantsuits and blue jean fashions of the time, so you would not remember 10th grade, when we heard about the failed plan to hire the mafia to do your assassination jobs. That plan was cancelled for various reasons that could be found probably in media reports. There was the thought that this use of assassins would be a step down from our previous virtue stance, and lead to a coarsening and/or degradation of our culture and thought, with assassinations becoming all to commonplace, . Yes, well, that could also be true. Right. Ah for the old glory days when we were a new country with a blank slate and higher ideals than that, but, oh well.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that when Charles asked me whether I liked James Bond movies, in all honesty I had to say no. No, I did not like the James Bond character, but of course Hollywood would have no problem with making that sleazy character seem glamorous and glittery. But of course this is not Hollywood talking and I was glad to be asked so that I would not have to pretend to care about James Bond and similar Hollywood riff-raff.  

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Yes, that was completely unnecessary. I think that you do not know what? And who are you? Truth be told, your medical services will not be needed in future. There is no shortage nowadays of well trained medical doctors to fill in the gap of your future absence. But enough said about that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember noticing that you seemed to be asking me what I might know about our high school classmate Ronit. Did I ever have a personal conversation? Atually not, she was in a different study group in Spanish lit class, so I am not sure what her experience might have been in regards to that. I do not know why I tend to think you might get a flavor of Golda Meir from studying them, but if they are going to spend all their time fighting to found a new nation, they will have to spend their lives out there in the wilderness trying to ensure its long-term success, which might not leave much time for vacationing in New York, there to hobnob with Libby and other high and mighty CIA agents who keep track of these matters for the American people so that I do not have to do that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that my ancestor in Texas was a sort of unique person in terms of historical perspective who belonged to a branch of Presbyterianism that would probably not be considered, shall we say, belonging to Orthodox Christianity in terms of doctrines and beliefs. I have never attended one of those churches nor do I know who those people are nowadays. I just have no idea where those people are in their journey now, so to speak. 

And was I born with the contents of the Cumberland general store imprinted on my brain? No, actually not. That was not my path. I do not have much idea about that and cannot be expected to comment one way or the other.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember being aware of the existence of David, but that is quite a stretch to imagine that I ever collaborated with David, other than the obligatory courtesies that are a political necessity in this world of needing to get along with every superficial acquaintance on the planet, in terms of polite society and civil procedures, generally speaking.  Hello, how are you? Fine, thank you.  

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Yes, it is true that I did say some things that I later wish I had not said, but too late to rewrite history now. Some books I wish that I had not read, but anyway, too late now.... etc. etc. If I can never do anything right, maybe I should not waste everyone's time with my presence. Maybe I am just here on this planet to learn about what NOT to do. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember learning after the fact about why I should not have said certain things, should not have read certain books, blah blah blah, etc. etc. etc. Oh well! What I might have said before the fact is not what I would have to say now that I have been gut-punched by those lowlife liars, but anyway, whatever. I try not to think about that too much. 

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Yes, we noticed the wretched Mr. Cox screaming at us white girls, he has a lot of nerve pretending to be a white man. There is a limit to what points or rewards he is going to get from us for trying to do that to us. I could elaborate further but I rarely say what I think about that, unless stabbed. 

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Yes, I heard that, and all I did was read that book by Stormy Omartian. Shocking. 

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Yes, there was a time when my sister was rott of dating Gary Anderson, I do not know why I thought his last name was Collins. That shows how much I do not know about that. And then Gary soon after was married to Dara Brannan's sister, and then later we heard that they had divorced. And whatever happened after that I have no idea. I am not keeping track of those people, I just have no idea about that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that my sister spent a week or so in Paraguay, on a trip that was organized by Tim Triplett. At that time she was dating Gary Collins, but that did not last very long at all. He soon married someone else, and then later we heard that they had divorced and who knows what else happened to him after that. We are not keeping track of those people. My sister would probably remember more about that than I would. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that my aunt made some comment about the "Brown" report and how they have everything, which did not mean that much to me. And then there was all that chatter about Brown University, so that could be another possible source for the "Brown" report, but you would have to ask my aunt what she meant by that. I doubt that she would have been referring to my miserable high school experience. Nobody cares about to hear about that. 

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Yes, there you are, now we see you hobnobbing with the murderous thugs of Texas, but we are trying to NOT think about that. Why dredge up those people from the past so that they can abuse us all over again? Such a horrible idea. 

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Yes, did I forget to mention, I might have forgotten to mention that Harvey Reeves Calkins (1866-1941) is my fourth cousin 4X removed, and that makes his daughter Helen by fifth cousin 3x removed. Also, Harvey's older sister Carrie (1861-1927) married William George Ford (1854-1938) and they had about seven children, none of whom invented the automobile, so there is really no reason  that I can see for all of these car and/or Ford jokes. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing Blondie talk about how she wants to retain her dominant position in society by playing rhe role of Plantation Mama, which I suppose could continue to work for a while yet under certain conditions, theoretically and/or stereotypically speaking. However, those conditions do not belong to me. The last thing I would need would be a pack of Plantation Mamas screaming orders at me, I would rather commit suicide. Yuk. And also, as the percentages shift, it will become less and less easy to hold on that, and we will have to cede that role to Blondie, unfortunately, and focus our energies on packing to leave and training the replacements, which is to say, evacuate the planet. Obviously.  

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Yes, I do think that I need to get over the notion that talking to a counselor again is going to solve this problem. Two years of Prozac later and I was probably in even worse shape with my emotions sort of disconnecting from my brain. No more Prozac, thanks anyway. And where would I find a counselor well versed in Spanish literature? So what if you can speak a dozen or so words in Portuguese? Life is very simple and uncomplicated in Portuguese, but then you can only miss the point, so why bother talking to you? You are nothing in Portuguese. 

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Yes, oh, Sorry! I am suddenly reminded that when I was eight years old, the year that we were living in Mexico, there was a time when Judy Thomson and her older sister Debbie were at our house, and we, my sister and I, were playing the board game Sorry, and I lost, and I had a temper tantrum, and I threw a yellow game piece on the floor and it broke, and so forever after there was always a broken game piece in our Sorry set. Sorry about that. I do not remember whether I apologized in the correct way at the time. Possibly not. I forget. And then later I forget, but of course the broken Sorry piece is always there to remind me of my bad attitude and how I must not do that again. And if I pray the sinner's prayer, why is it that the yellow game piece is always going to be broken anyway? Why would I think that nothing happened? Weird how I never hear the end of that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember the time when I was working in Haines City, in Central Florida, and my boss asked me to write a story about the lemon law and part of my instructions were to interview the local Ford dealer, who happened to be one of our advertisers. It is not ideal to have to get your information mainly from the advertisers, but he was well informed on the topic, whether prearranged or not I really cannot say. I was just doing my job. So? 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that years ago, there was someone online expressing their utter contempt for the idea of a woman running for president of the United States, such as for example Hillary. Ummm..... Uh.... I heard that..... but the identity of the online person was not clear. Uh..... 

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Yes, perhaps you have noticed that my sister is trained as a nurse practitioner and she has some very strong opinions about vaccines which I leave it to her to explain because anyway I don't know much about that, but anyway we had our COVID vaccines done back when it mattered, and now that we have COVID immunity the other way, it would be sort of a moot point to continue that conversation.  

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Yes, there ought to be a nicer way of explaining that I consider myself fortunate to NOT be related to those hotel people, but then again they seem to have problems getting a clue. Enough said about that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember there was a book not worth mentioning, whose title "The Jerk" was so popularized by such Hollywood stars as Steve Martin, although it is not clear whether the book and the film have any similarities whatsoever beyond the title. For me, it really would not be worth the effort to figure out something about that. I just don't care that much. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember during college that when it comes time to pay the college bill, you had to go to that particular window and speak with that particular woman who is always snarling and angry and snarky about whatever. I assume that it was nothing personal, I forget what her name was. She had a gruff and snappy demeanor. But it is not my job to judge their competence at customer service. I just wanted to pay my bill and get away from that window ASAP. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that if you had signed your unmentionable donation as "Anonymous," it would seem unreasonable for me to pull out of the air some unavailable information about that. Enough said.