Which Reminds Me

Yes, and there is the dilemma of whether your ethnic origins constitute legal immunity from your customary practice of rape and pillage. We are not equipped to issue legal opinions on this topic, so we will leave that to others to figure out. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember reading in news magazines or else hearing on the nightly news, something about the secret Iran-Congra affair, a political scandal of the 1980s Reagan era. I never thought that I would ever learn anything about that beyond what is often referred to in political commentaries that may appear on nightly news. I never had any personal connection whatsoever to such political figures as Oliver North and shredder-accomplice. 

There was no reason to imagine that Rowena Hall would be somehow connected to Fawn Hall. 

The only other Hall that I can remember was Jim Hall, who was our retreat speaker, so nothing to see there. Ho hum! Jim Hall's parents were John & Cuba Hall, missionaries to Africa, which is another story entirely, unrelated to Oliver North's private affairs, of which we have no knowledge or connection whatsoever.   

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Yes, I do believe that I heard some commentary about secret relationship of our high school teacher, Miss Marken, with our science teacher, Mr. Schaeffer, but I was not quite sure that was meant by that. Basically, I thought that was a joke not worthy of further research. 

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Yes, only two or three years ago I finally did discover something interesting about Nancy Holbron, a ninth grader is how I remember her. Actually, her father was military and her mother Nicaraguan, so probably she was a full-blown Contrarian, whatever that meant. So who cares? What about that? Why am I still getting mail from those military half-Contras?   

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Yes, so typical of her to pretend that she never said that in the first place, as if I would have thought of that all by myself, and then if I try to discuss that no one will have my back. I would just be drowning in a mess of nonsense. Better to wait until after I die and go to heaven, and then God who knows all things can make any necessary corrections to this distorted configuration of current affairs. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Susie was complaining about people who she served as a waitress in the coffee shop, and the tip they left was all pennies. She was quite vociferous about expressing her dissatisfaction with such rude customers who are so insulting to her with their mountains of pennies. I do not quite see it that way, never having worked in a coffee shop myself. I tend to think that money is money, and even though it would be a conisderable pain to lug around hundreds of pennies, or else take them to a bank where they have one of those automatic coin rolling machines, still money is money one way or another, so moderate your temper tantrum with that comforting thought.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, truly, the point is overdone about using words like stupid, Enough of that. 

Even so, I cannot see any reason to have my wicked uncle's errand boy/messenger pigeon running my life, as if I had not noticed that. And then they will want to resurrect some ancient about the gold standard, and about how there ought to be some Peg for an anchor. And when did it become my job to resurrect this missing Peg? I only remember some maybe snippets of that. Why should I be required to participate in this useless argument, when already our nation is filled with so many of these whipper-snapper genius economic wizards who thinkt hey know everything about everything?