Which Reminds Me

Yes, it had come to my attention that someone was floating my name as a possible source of funding for Angie's orphanage, as if I were going to go there to work with them on fundraising or who knows what else they would want to use me for. Oh! Actually not. I had no thought of going to Romania for any reason, even after learning of Angie's orphanage project. No, I was not consulted in any way on the project so why would those people imagine that they can appropriate my person to their own purposes? My  imaginary fortune never existed, so why do they imagine that I woul go there to pay for things? Ridiculous. 

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Yes, we are under so much pressure to be always nice to them, always a jolly good time to be had from us, always a cheery word of encouragement, that sometimes we forget that they are a little bit like rats or cockroaches, that if we feed them too well they will come back around later and eat us out of house and home, and if we slip and are too mean to them that would give them something to use against us later anyway. So either way, they are a misery to be around. But I should not have to explain their game to you. You should already know that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that, during a meeting in 1998, at a reunion of some people from the Oakland Park days, that Suzette was providing a vivid description of Angie's grand entrance to the Florida District event, assisted by Bob. That was probably back when Angie was starting her career as the founder of an orphanage in Romania. Whether or not you see that in the exaggerat4ed way that Suzette describes things, that seems like a nice thing to do. Build an orphanage if you want to. Not my project. 

Even so, I probably should not show too much interest in that, lest I inadvertently find that you had mistaken me for one of their abject and miserable slave properties.  

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Yes, I really cannot blame them all for walking. I would walk too, if I could do that over again. Why bother swinging at her impossible pitch? In addition to using a hardball, which we are only trained in softball, also her pitch had some sort of curve to it, so that there was no possibility of connecting bat to ball. Yes, why even try to challenge Kathy's sports girls? Why even try to challenge the Chinese at ping pong? Impossible. 

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Yes, I did notice that the Catto family was operating based upon some weird script that has absolutely nothing to do with me and my reality. Where did she get that ridiculous idea that I would want to socialize with those Italians, although myself being only a Protestant, I am required, it would be politically expedient for me to pay the required nominal obeisance to the original Christian church founded upon the Rock of Peter, etc. etc. as apparently represented by the twins, Kathy and Raymond. I would assume that all Italians are Roman Catholics, naturally. I will not need them for anything beyond that, myself not bieng Italian. (Oh, excuse me for hitting a home run even if only softball) but somehow no one remembered to ask me what I thought about that.  

Someone online was talking about how they are trying to use their Italian ethnicity as a power tool in terms of defining themselves as Christians and lording it over other Christians of not so Roman origin, even though maybe they are not really so Christian in the same sense as we would define that, but there is no time here to talk about these matters that much. Christianity was intended to reach all ethnicities eventually, whosoever will as the Good Book says, and not only Italians.   

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Yes, I had noticed that Jessica announced what she is on national TV, so that is convenient, not having to say that myself or use that word again, the usage of dictionary definitions having been discussed and reviewed many years ago. That said, I cannot imagine there being anything of a personal nature that I would need to discuss with them. It is not your paperwork that matters in that case, so you are just a noisy nuisance in my book. I think that the news riff-raff should just shut up, it was none of your business anyway. There are often times when we all just have to shut up and let things be as they are, not as what you wish things were. 

Which begs the question, where do I go to have this horrible Jessica surgically removed from my back side? She has no place in my life, fortunately. But it was not my place to have her prosecuted for crimes of genocide. I have to leave that to higher authorities than myelf.

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Yes, I vaguely remember the existence of that guy, who was of Russian heritage, but was his name Mike or Mark, I forget. Later, he presented his written complaint to Pastor Michael, but myself not ever having read it or having been consulted in the writing of it, I am at a complete loss to say what that was about. I am not interested in hearing more about their garbage theories. Ha! Are those slobs daring to lecture me about housekeeping rules?