Yes, while you are researching all this stuff, maybe you could ask them about that bit where they are laughing at me as the "deer in the headlights." The blank star of the deer as viewed from the other side of the blinding headlights of the car.
Thursday, May 28, 2026
Which Reminds Me
Yes, I vaguely remember during high school, that our physical education teacher was Mr. Moran, a name that often appears here and there. And I know nothing about them, beyond the minimum requirements for high school P.E. class, they must have mistaken me for sports star Kathy. That is all I can think to say about that.
Which Reminds Me
Yes, and there is the problem of so many religious people having their brains full of those sicko Watchman Knee books, not to mention that he was actually Chinese with political angst issues. Surprising how many U.S. people swallow that stuff hook line and sinker without ever pausing to think that this guy has an attitude problem. But I dare not say anything about that. I should stay silent and not be rattling on about a guy who anyway did some good things, even if the printing presses have replicated his attitude problem ad nauseum.
Which Reminds Me
Yes, back in the old days I had not realized how hostile and vicious the Turners really are. Shocking. But anyway, not to worry. They cannot really be the English baron while in the USA, as matters stand at the moment. And all the while we never knew that existed anyway, so that was not our problem. I have other things on my mind than to be yanked around by the nasty Turner trash.
Which Reminds Me
Yes, my Dad has that saying, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, what the pastor does not do, the assistant must. Yes, right. If your job is the assistant, that means you ahve to do whatever they say. But of course, if your job is NOT that of assistant, then you do not have to worry about that so much. No paycheck-no duties.
Which Reminds Me
Yes, I vaguely remember that during my year at Evangel College, I lived on Spence 3rd North floor, and partway through the year there was a talent show, and one of the persons who lived on our floor, June from a few doors down the hall, performed a skit in which she played the role of Bette Davis, delivering the famous lines inviting people to go upstairs to see her, although the way she says that ensures that nobody wants to be reminded of that later. Wasn't she from Massachusetts? But I will need to leave Evangel, in part to liberate myself from June's weird schemes that I am not understanding. I hear weird mutterings, stuff about how I am going to be their slave, and other things about other people of previous years whose things they are applying minndlessly, but I cannot really get a handle on that. When are those weird people going to get a clue, I am gone.
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