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Needless to say all of these words and themes do not fit in my mouth, nor did I in the past have access to this type of vast and extensive ancient library pre-Google. I never imagined myself Secretary of State accessible to the President. And this idea of myself captured in the horrid harem of some creepy sultan is the product of someone else's wicked imagination, obviously, not mine, and foisted upon me by some crude and vulgar Arabs who regard themselves much too highly. I would not permanently move to the Middle East on any account, Arab or Jewish. That is not my place. I will not be available to function as pawn in some worthless conflict. When will you idiots get a clue that I am under no obligation to obey some creepy rich man? Anyway, it is clearer now than ever that there is no law requiring myself to be envious of the pathetically snooty Thomson dogs who I never really liked anyway. There is no law requiring that I go overseas a single woman missionary solely to fulfill the stereotypical expectations of some idiotic cabal of financiers. I am sure that you can easily find some other hapless victim for your imaginative scripts. I think that just because you invented a script for me, that does not mean that everything will automatically work your way just because you said it. You were expecting a performance but things will not always work out to your advantage just because of your ethnic or national assignments. There is more to life than just ethnicity or patriotic sentiment.

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I remember hearing or else overhearing Lori Way and Dean Chenault talking about having gone dancing while off campus on some type of vacation or missions trip, sneaking away to the hotel bar or something like that. They were standing there in the dorm lobby talking about this, so proud of themselves for having violated college rules that forbid drinking, dancing, movies. Well, I can't really say much about that, myself having seen a few movies that I shouldn't have. Yet I could not help but overhear all this talk about dancing. I am just saying what I heard. Dancing was never a temptation for me.

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While I was at college in California I remember that a classmate of ours, Dean Chenault, who was from Virginia, mentioned to me that he was well acquainted with Kent Stone, who was at Evangel. I think that was because of my mentioning having been one year at Evangel and Dean was asking me if I had met him. So that means that Dean would be able to link Kent Stone to California but what they were saying about me I really would not want to know. I always was very paranoid about things going on behind my back. My mother says that I am too imaginative, that I let my imagination run wild imagining that people are conspiring against me, but then again sometimes I think I know what I am talking about.

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My parents voted for Nixon even though he burglarized Democratic Party headquarters and made his own name infamous. Does this mean that I, too, am guilty of burglarizing Watergate? What were my parents thinking? I cannot be expected to control these people, especially when their secret tapes are not accessible for public scrutiny. What can I do? I am just one clueless person processing these clues at the tail end of a monster. The Bible tells me to be the head and not the tail and yet everyone is working against me on this point.

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Yes, sometimes I hear those dreary Hunt dogs barking in the background but I fail to understand what their problem is. They never tell us anything so obviously I have no way of finding out, nor do I care to learn more about Venezuela. I have enough complications on my own plate without borrowing all of the Hunt problems also. I have no idea.

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The Thompsons were AG missionaries in Venezuela at about the same time that the Hunt family was there in Venezuela as missionaries with the Christian Missionary Alliance. Whether those two families were acquainted there in Venezuela no one has yet mentioned. The Hunts are my Dad's Aunt Mary Olive, who married Eugene Hunt, and their three daughters. The Hunts have turned their backs on our family's originally Pentecostal heritage, which complicates the picture considerably. Why is so much fuss made over those dreary turncoats is hard for us to understand because they never tell us anything and they never listen to anything we say. They are apparently just a machine of no interest to us.

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All of this chatter about Romania reminds me that our former acquaintance Angie Thomson (MK-Venezuela), who went to Romania and built an orphanage there, the Village of Hope, providing a safe haven for street children there. What a nice and virtuous and selflessly generous thing to do! I have not seen or spoken to Angie in so many years. I tend to think that the Thomsons now live in a different planetary system and rarely condescend to visit planet earth, which is where I have to live for the time being, so I really had absolutely no knowledge of Romania. All I know about the Romanian thing is whatever I found on Youtube recently.