Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that one evening Laura came home with her date, who was a geeky nerd socially mal-adapted rocket scientist, and the radio was on at the time, tuned to that radio station that usually plays only mellow music, whatever that meant in the mid-1980s, and he made some comment about the song that happened to be playing at the time, which, yes, sometimes you don't really think about what these songs are really saying. It was only the radio. 

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Yes, I really do not care what Greg thinks about anything. Why waste my breath trying to argue with those primitive creatures who unthinkingly spout the party line, whatever that may or many not mean. It is just not worth even trying to talk to them, and besides which I don't even care. 

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Yes, I do not know why I did not mention this before, but clearly you have mistaken me for Laura Entz, who was a roommate of mine for about a year in Maybe 1984. She said that I was mean to her cat, but I did not like the way she allows her cat to freely range upon the kitchen counters, to rub against the clean dishes in the dish drainer. After she moved out, it was sort of a relief, although it took a lot of scrubbing to finally get rid of the accumulated cat hair. Enough about her. I did meet some of her friends, but that does not go very deep. What was the name of that guy? Yes, I have completely forgotten them now. Twenty-five years ago I might have been able to remember some of their names, but not anymore. No more of that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during 10th grade, they took us on a field trip to the nearby movie theater, Cine Presidente it was called, to see that movie that was hailed with such fanfare, "The Man of La Mancha," which, among other characters, featured the actress Sophia Loren performing the role of Dulcinea. I heard that later some guys were harassing our classmate Francesca, who is Italian and although not really a clone of Sophia Loren, sort of that type of Italian fashion plate. I did not hear the details of that so I really cannot comment beyond being aware of some disturbance over there where their lockers are at the other end of the alphabet. At the same time, I was being harassed by Quique, who thought it was so funny to harass me with that song that Don Quixote sings to Dulcinea. 

I sort of heard by osmosis that the Italians have an axe to grind, imagining that Sophia Loren was not a good choice for the role of Dulcinea, for ethnic reasons, because the Italians imagine that Dulcinea might just as easily have been of another ethnic heritage entirely, with a complete different physical appearance. However, proving that to be a Galician redhead is so off the wall. I cannot even think about that. Who can prove anything at this late date, given the cloud of fiction surrounding the original novel by Cervantes.  

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Yes, you have to feel pity for these simple-minded persons who imagine that the U.S. Congress is going to solve all of their personal problems. Congress is a great governmental power of the legislative variety, and it is always good to have some persons elected there who know what on earth are they doing. But anyway, it is somewhat similar to the police, nice to know it is there if I need it but don't really need it for anything personally, because if I needed that, then that means that maybe something wrong happened, that the system needs to be fixed. Hopefully not.  

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Yes, I do not remember myself adhering to the belief that all Catholic women are trashy sluts, but there is that cliche. I was not going to mention that, but if you insist.....

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Yes, I am completely insulted that you would allow that filthy dirty Arab skunk Kicky Siman to run over my life with his utterly stupid fictitious mockeries. You ought to be prosecuted for selling out to those repulsive horrible Arab scum but we don't do that. We don't really talk about that.