Which Reminds Me

It does seem odd somehow to hear all of these thinly veiled Freemasons yapping about how they are going to charge me dues, as if I owed them something. How ridiculous. It is not like I would ever be invited to their private parties so obviously I do not feel myself obligated to pay for that, just some club trivia and rituals that profit me nothing as far as I can tell. They say that it is not really a secret but when or why would I, a non-member and not interested in joining, ever find time to dig around to find all of that stuff anyway? It just wouldn't make any sense for me to ask such questions, much less try to answer that. It's not up to me, obviously. So why all these disordered and meaningless clues? There is no reason for me to torture myself with these complicated points. Life is short and then we die. There is only so far one person can get with this thing before the end comes and still we fall short. Life is short and then we die. We must recognize that we cannot accomplish our salvation by our own strength. We are human. We are weak and mortal beings. Our only hope of salvation lies in accepting what Christ has provided for us in terms of his own life sacrificed on our behalf. We must make a conscious decision to place all of our faith in Jesus who lived a perfect and sinless life, was crucified and rose from the dead and now makes intercession for us at the throne God. There is no other hope for us, or at least for me. Maybe you think that you can do it all in your own strength but life is short and then you die. I would rather place my trust in God who created the heavens and earth. He knows the end from the beginning. Only in Him can be found perfect rest.

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I cannot really say what happened to Pammie Puke but if she ever did get fired I would not be able to say that she did not deserve to be forgotten. Was I the only person who is sick and tired of seeing Pammie Puke's dreary opinions painted all over walls everywhere? I am just saying.

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Yes, I remember Susie saying something about Dawn and Cheryl. I wasn't there at the time so I really wouldn't be able to comment specifically on what Susie said of them as I did not witness that firsthand. Cheryl was already gone when we returned from furlough. All I would be able to say about that is to basically regurgitate something that Susie said about them which seems rather pointless. Why don't you just ask Susie directly to regurgitate what she was saying to me and obviously everyone else on the planet? There is no secret about what a huge gossip Susie is. Everything that Susie ever said to me or us is painted all over the walls everywhere so there is no need for me repeat that, obviously.

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What is this mysterious question that they are expecting me to answer? They never cease to hope that they may catch me at making some mistake that may be useful for the case they are building against me. And yet I see no point in that, only a lot of black cats screeching and yowling. There is no discernible point to be proven, no prize to be gained, by killing me. I see no reasonable question that I should be expected to answer in this lifetime. I cannot be expected to be responsible for their future happiness. They caught their mans, they can wash their own pans. And if the man should fail, has not the government generously guaranteed a chicken to every pot? So I see no question that needs answering.

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During the year I was attending Evangel College, I once brought a big bottle of Welch's grape juice into the dorm. When I got inside to my dorm hallway, someone across the hall questioned the contents of the brown paper bag that I was carrying. She said that I should be more careful, that people will be wondering what I am really smuggling into the dorm for clandestine consumption. I was not embarrassed to display the bottle of grape juice that I had bought for mostly my own consumption. There was nothing clandestine about that, no reason for this stupid witch from Oklahoma City to be casting about so many bizarre innuendos so damaging to my reputation. It was not like I was guilty of anything.

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Anyway, I never claimed to be part of the National Honor Society, which in our high school class included mainly Carmen and a couple of other people of no interest. I don't doubt that they may have their own unique opinions on a variety of matters. So that's nice for them. With such a high gpa, doubtless many doors of opportunity will be open to them to explain things their way, whereas the rest of us garden variety gpa people just have to struggle endlessly on the treadmill of life with no special claim to the privilege of giftedness. We get no such gifts, whereas the National Honor Society have constituted themselves as a separate country of supertalented Super-U.S. persons, whereas the rest of us U.S. citizens are left on a level with the dimwits left-behinds of any other country, in this new view of things. So, anyway, we never made any wrongful claim to NHS membership, so there is no reason to continue hammering on this point in this legalistic way.

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During third grade in Guadalajara, Mexico, I remember that one day I got confused and entered the wrong classroom, the classroom one over because I don't know, I thought I was walking in the door of one classroom and suddenly the teacher of another class is standing there and starts screaming at me, which scared me badly. I had not meant to enter that classroom. I don't remember how I got lost. Strange that such a minor incident should still be floating around in orbit, as if I had intentionally tried to join the class one year ahead of mine when actually it was just a matter of getting confused about which door was which. And then there was Kent Stone there in my third grade class to always oppose me in everything and make me feel like an idiot. Like the time we were at the beach and wave knocked me over and I did a 360-degree flip in the wave and my fingertips touched the sand, and when I wrote this in a school paper and turned it in to the teacher, the paper was returned to me with the word fingers crossed out and replaced with toes. Clearly the teacher made a mistake and yet Kent ridiculed me for daring to suggest that the teacher might be wrong. Yes, well, we must be diplomatic on these points, but still I don't recall the teacher being there at the beach to experience what I did, so I am just saying, I still think that the teacher was wrong.