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Yes, oh, I completely forgot about that. I was hearing online maybe Jeff Hitler throwing at me that dreary depressing book about the Caribbean, "The Kingdom of This World," hy Alejo Carpentier. Yes, that was on our high school reading list, but anyway, do I care to be reminded of that dreary strain of negativity? No, not really. There are some books best forgotten, there being no good reason to bother trying to retrieve that, so obviously I am not going to be enthusiastic about any future book discussion with Jeff. Needless to say. Obviously. There is something weird about their Caribbean schematics, because I never had any connection whatsoever to the Caribbean beyond reading a book.. I was in Central America so the Caribbean was not my problem, notwithstanding all due regards to Christopher Columbus.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember during college, those guys were fond of teasing me by introducing me to some people as their "sister," even though we are not related. Ha ha ha! It was obviously a joke, but a tiresome joke at that, although perfectly acceptable in our religious context, except for how those particular guys were using that, so in a way I can totally understand the urge of Adolph to prosecute Looney Tunes for their practice of wartime propaganda. Even so, there are some irritating things about life that are just always going to be there poking and prodding us along our way, that are best ignored for the sake of our own sanity. Needless to say. Obviously. 

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Yes, I would just as soon live in Scotland as Ireland. Either way, the brogue would be a bit thick. And anyway, I might be wary of running into some weird hornet's nest of stuff that I cannot anticipate or deal with. When our ancestors came to America they often broke with the past, and thus the records are a bit scarce for tracking us back that far in time. For example, although my grandmother was a Strickland, you have to trace back to Tudor times to find a sort of connection, maybe. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that back in the day, back there in El Salvador, the best place to eat pupusas, a local food that is very popular there, was in Santa Tecla. I do not know if that is still true, but anyway, probably the word 'tecla' still means key. I have not heard of any dictionary mutations recently. 

That was weird how someone was talking about Patty Cruz, not to be confused with Santa Cruz, and how she wants to run for president vicariously through her Uncle Ted so that she can introduce some Banana Republic themes, not that I believe everything I hear online. That was just a pack of stuff that I heard online, who knows knows where that came from. And her Uncle Ted is married to a Nelson, and isn't my sister married to a Nelson? So what about that. And what makes them think that I am going to care about campaigning for Cubans? How weird was that? 

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Yes, I vaguely remember during my first year of college, at Evangel University, that one evning several people piled into cars somehow, I forget how we got there, and went to a local ice skating rink, where I did learn how to at least stand and move around on ice skates, nothing fancy, and there is a pairs time where you have to skate with a guy, and I somehow was skating hand in hand with Rob Schmidt for a few minutes, at least until we were going around the turn and somehow he let go of my hand and I fell on my read on the ice, and so that was sort of being dumpted in a way, not that I card that much. He was a cold fish anyway. And the evening ends by everyone getting in a big circle and doing the Hokey Pokey, and there is nothing more to say about that.     

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Yes, I would just ignore that, and return to sender address unknown, but anyway, if I say nothing then no one would notice that, but I have recently noticed their Iranian harem girl bullet. Oh. But I claim zero responsibility for Kathy's private dealings with the Persians and her Aryan theme song, because didn't some Persians migrate to Sicily in ancient times, which gives Kathy some sort of insider status with the Persians. Not my problem. That was their thing. Weird that she would be sitting their pretending not to remember that was all her thing, but I did not work for them. Not my problem. I did not care that much what their private arrangements were. 

And you were saying, did not the Trojans of ancient day migrate from Turkey to England where they founded the British Empire? Apparently there is some folklore to that effect. And what about that? Does that explain why the Trojan was our high school mascot in Central Amerca? I would have to forward all that mail back to them because anyway that was not my problem.   

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Yes, I see that if you are going to "use" my personal information in that way, you need not worry that I would ever want to speak to you ever again in this lifetime given that the Bible is telling me not to cast my pearls before swine lest I be trampled underfoot in the ensuing stampede. 

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Yes, it does seem strange that I would be hearing stuff online about Malta, given that I have no connection whatsoever to that place. I heard that nobody really lives on Malta anymore. Probably that means that all of the people who can afford to leave, have purchased other homes elsewhere and maybe keep a second home on Malta or park a yacht there or something. Also, the people who live there have their own private language that nobody else can understand anyway, so perhaps their Sicilian tormentors have moved on. And of course there is the Knights of Malta, now based in Rome, but is that really the same country as the island itself? 

The only thing that I remember hearing about Malta during high school is that it is a great place to go if you want to work on buying or earning or getting an aristocratic title such as Count or Baron. But of course you would have to have enough money to purchase the appropriate estate for such an exalted position and to carry on the philanthropic and other duties associated with that.  Not really an ambition of mine, but I do not doubt there might be some sort of truth to that. I did hear him talking about that. 

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Yes, it really was not my idea, not my suggestion that several of us people from church meet at the movie theater to see that film "Out Of Africa," a completely forgettable flick about those loose-living aristocrats and their frivolous pursuits. I guess they can afford to pay their way out of such moral dilemmas, but regular people such as ourselves really should not be throwing our money around on movies that introduce us to these icky situations that we would rather avoid without grant it the dignity of further discussion.    

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Yes, I vaguely remember that I was telling Susie about this crackpot idea that I had about television, but anyway, she always hates my ideas, my ideas are so ridiculous, what an idiot I am, although anyway I might have been 10 years old at the time so really they should not be expecting so much from that anyway. When would they ever think of inventing Youtube? Weird how that conversation gravitated to realms unknown. I was talking to Susie, but I do not remember talking to you about that. How would you know about that? I do not wish to resume that conversation anyway, having been thoroughly conversation that my ideas are completely stupid and worthless, thank you very much, so much less would I want to discuss that with you. Probably the result would be the same. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was talking about Tammy Faye as if they were personally acquainted with her. I was a bit shocked because, anyway, one often sees these people performing on television and they seem so unreal, not really connecting to my personal life. Who said that? What was her name? Who has time to continue researching all of these TV people? Enough about that.   

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Yes, sometimes I think that I am hearing Sherry's fat mouth running off in the way that she does, but I cannot be sure of who that really is. I only heard that she attended North Central after leaving California whereas I have no connection whatsoever to Minnesota and also I live in Florida, so that can't be me. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember Lynda telling me about her special deal with Warren, but I might have been confused about what that meant, something about how they have agreed to never marry. But of course who knows how long that could last or which one of them would go first. I was not a party to that agreement so I could marry if I wanted to. However, Mr. Right fails appear on the horizon, so maybe not yet, if ever, although not for their same reasons. I have a mind of my own, which does not mean that I would know everything. 

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Yes, it is sort of confusing the way my late cousins are expecting me to pay for their crimes against humanity, as if I even had a clue about all of these mysterious arrangements all done behind my back. As if.... 

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Yes, I am somewhat concerned at the way that these short-term arrangements are suddenly reinterpreted as long-term covenants, way beyond the scope of what was originally intended. I never intended to "keep" these dull boring Five Clique people on a leash for this long. They were such a nuisance, always cluttering my life with their dull chatter. Enough of them. 

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Yes, and then there is the question of who wants to learn more about "The Importance of Being Wolsey," given that he was a controversial figure of England's turbulent Tudor Era. But anyway, it was Thomas More, his successor as Henry VIII's Lord Chancellor, who was canonized by the Catholic Church, notwithstanding the fact that he was famously beheaded by the King over disagreements about his divorce and remarriage issues, famously. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember feeling that it was probably a good thing that I went to the courthouse in downtown San Francisco to retrieve some documents related to the case. I am not sure whether I got everything, but at least I got enough to know that someone ought to be writing a book about "The Importance of Being Adolph." You were bellyaching about someone by the name of Earnest, but now I am not so sure whether the significance of that might have something to do with Adolph. Yes, of course, that would fall flat in a comedy routine, as you were saying. Oh!    

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Yes, I vaguely remember during my senior year of high school, my Dad had organized a campaign for Mr. Fox, who was scheduled to be there for a week or two, but then later Mr. Fox was too sick to appear, so my Dad ended up being the speaker as substitute, and my Dad sometimes talks about that, he has some stories about that. 

And then at about that time, I was hearing some chatter about that, but in a way that I could address that directly and correct those people who were confused about what happened. But why waste my breath trying to explain anything to the evil, pagan trash Sylvia "Trust"? There is just no intelligence there to speak of. My words just fall into some mysterious cracks and it is like I never existed. 

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 Yes, you were saying, Adolph who?
And there was Adolph Peter Schmidt whose wife was named Sylvia, she of the Sylvia Trust. 
And there was Adolph R. Schmidt, who was born in South Dakota. His wife was named Myrtle. 
Both of these guys died in the San Francisco Bay Area. 
Yes, so what about that? Are we even acquainted? Or maybe not.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember, during high school in El Salvador, that some persons in our high school class were taken on a field trip to visit the governmental entity, what do they call that, the National Assembly or Congress or something equivalent to that, a sort of old colonial-style building where they meet to make their deliberations, and that was a very nice trip. So that was interesting. I think they greeted us in some way, I forget the details of that.  

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Yes, we noticed that you might be the messengers of Mr. Dork. Well, God bless you, (or else may God heap hot coals or Coles upon your head.) Either way, that is out of my control. Did I ask to be introduced to the infamous Mr. Dork? No, that was your idea, not mine. 

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Yes, I was not an eyewitness of the so-called flower "show." I only heard about that from Cori, she thought that was so funny. Yes, probably it was outrageous but I cannot really speak of that first-hand, I was not there at the time. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember online receiving a message from Larry Kraiss of all people, as if I would care to be reminded of him. And it had something to do with his medical profession specialization, which is of no consequence to my life. So what about that? The letter did serve to remind me of some things that I had forgotten, and even so, what about that? I was still mostly blocked off at that time, so it was weird to hear that from irrelevant persons from the Chicago slums, given that anyway I had never discussed that with anyone. How would I know where they got their wrong information? And how would I ever go about fixing this problem? I might rather die first than have to talk about that with those weird guys. 

And wasn't his friend Jim also a sad case, whose wife left him for another man, his career ended in complete failue and his familty trash? So when do I care what Jim thinks about anything? So what if Jim wants to bust my kneecaps? He is an idiot.   

And, and didn't Larry attend medical school at ORU in Tulsa, where blithering idiot David lives, who also might be overdue for extensive brain surgery? 

 

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Yes, there was the curiosity of not knowing what is the relationship of Stephanie to the Whitaker twins. Do they like each other or not? Why were all those sparks flying about? Are they really so telepathic or are they just guessing wrong on purpose so that I then have to correct that later? And that gives me a big headache, to be sure. And even so, why should it be my job to correct their telepathic sputterings? Is someone going to pay me to do that? Am I that gullible that I should allow myself to be pressed into slavery for no reason whatsoever?  

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Yes, that was sort of weird the way Susie was gloating about her many Christmas presents on the tape, but anyway you never heard the tape, and also sometimes we have to overlook these minor faults in our friends and not draw too much attention to these minor details. It just didn't matter that much.

How many times do I have to point out that I never gave any gift to Carol Garlic, only my mother did that. How should I know who those Italian women were? They all sort of look the same to me. I do not remember them that much. Why should I care if Miss Garlic is gone on a a huge ego trip.   

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Yes, you could always ask Michelle about that. Doesn't Michelle have her thumb on everything anyway? So what could I possibly add to whatever Michelle would say. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during our college field trip for Desert Biology we had occasion to stop in Tucson, where we toured the museum of natural history, featuring information about the various species of prickly cactus plants and so forth, and later we stopped to hike the Picacho. Several of us signed the log book at the summit of the Picacho, indicating that we had been there in maybe '79 or '80, I forget exactly which year. I really do not have anything to add to that. Any further annotations or commenataries would only add layers of complication that were really not necsessary.   

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Yes, and there is the question of whether the boarder was really an Astor, or just some third-rate wannabe. So what about that? And who care anyway now after all these years/ There is not much to go on, just one census document from the early 20th century. 

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Yes, there is that bit in the diary about Grandma putting the dirty laundry outside to dry. Some people are making way too much of that. She died years ago, in the 1980s, and anyway I am sure that she was a Christian and that Jesus forgives her faults and mistakes and sins, so what about that? And I am not related to you anyway so I see no reason for this conversation to exist.   

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Yes, who would have thunk that all of these weapons and tools existed? I never really knew that until now. Oh! 

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Yes, I probably would not mind spending a couple of weeks digging around in the state archives, or a couple of months or however long that job might take. Who knows what historical curiosities might be found in the archives, even though the logistics of getting there would be a nightmare. There would be costs for transportation, food and lodging, etc. etc. But I would do that if the math made any sense. However, at present, there is no math for that. 

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Yes, it is a bit puzzling to ponder why I would need to compare notes with Pam Hart from South Dakota. She seems to be living in an alternate reality. And I do not have time for that. Life is short and Dakota people are so weird. 

Pam Hart was trying to pick an argument, but I did not choose to join the battle, because anyway Pam's roommate is that horrible witch, so how would I know what their private conservations were? I would just be launching blindly into some blurry conflict that might not be exactly what it seemed based only on what one of them said.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember telling Bekcy that it would have been fun to play Risk with Kent Stone and those guys, but anyway that never happened. I never really learned how to play that game, although the game seemed intriguing when we paused for a moment near their game table in the student union at Evangel College so that Becky (MK-Malaysia) could greet Kenton (MK-Uruguay). 

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Yes, I vaguely remember Tom as one of those guys who think that every word in the English language starts with the letter "F." They all look the same to me. No reason to waste my breath on worthless Tom when obviously he has no vocabulary whatsoever. I wash my hands of them all. You are only another Tom idiot, nothing to waste further time upon. Shocking to learn that Cori belongs to that garbage bucket also. I prefer to pick my own battles, separately from the Whitaker yappy dogs.  

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Yes, I am fairly sure that I was not the only girl in the room that day. Just because she might not be an American citizen, that did not mean that she might not have some opinions of her own on these points.  

But beyond that, I really do not feel like sharing notes with anyone. I just want to be gone from there.  

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Yes, we sort of heard her sad story played out in the media. She thought she was having a romantic relationship with her Spanish boyfriend, and all of thetime, whether before or after was not so clear, he was having an affair with the maid at his house. But you had to be present at a certain meeting to hear that and thus to figure out at least something partial about that. What, are we the confessional priests that we would have to keep that a secret? And it was a public meeting so we can talk about that if we want to, although we would really rather not talk about that unless required by force. I can only wish later that I were not present to hear that. Oh, was there some need for us to pull the "Honorable" Stephanie out of her private garbage dumpster? 

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Yes, I cannot have much of a life living in the shadows of the Evil Woman. She does a much better job of performing that role of Evil Woman, I cannot hold a candle to that casting choice. My paltry efforts at age 4 cannot truly compare to the really evil thing that she does. I really must step aside and not even try to imitate such a terrifying phenomenon of animal nature. To aspire to become a cheap imitation of a cheap imitation is not really an inspirational thing to do, not really that good. There is just no comparison possible. 

And yet I cannot claim to be quite the so-called Pentecostal lamb, slain in complete innocence. I am not worthy or deserving to even try to pretend that I never did anything wrong. So there is the conundrum of being caught in between the now and the not yet, as they saying says.      

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Yes, I think that the Wacky Weird Pirrmaniacs of New York district will be waiting a very long time for nothing to happen, because anyway I have no intention of going there. I do not understand what their problem is and I really do not appreciate them bothering me about nothing much. Yawn! 

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Yes, of course I know what the Great Commission is. Needless to say. The Great Commission is the whole reason for my being here, the sole reason why I am sitting here in high school study hall trying to concentrate on doing my homework, trying to block out all of these worthless distractions while my parents are working with the churches to do exactly that. I did have one convert at least, during the AIM team project that happened during my senior year of high school, so I am not entirely clueless about the purpose of the mission. I do understand that some other people just do not have a clue about the Great Ccommissions all their money emanates only from accessory or carnal sources of lesser interest, such as for example booze, so they just are not going to understand this point, useless to try to dialogue with such clueless booze whiners. They would make a mess of my head before I would ever have a chance to say anything.  

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Yes, it is not very helpful to hear Kathy over there, sitting with her haughty arrogant cliquey friends, spitting poison in my direction. So what about that? Probably I could say something similar about Tinker dog. So what about that? 

Who is going to have my back covered, my expenses paid, while I would go in there to investigate, what do they want?   

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Yes, another of the various things I heard online was that Blondie thinks that, because her name is Dorothy, she can position herself to seize the crown of Oz from redhead. As if. To start with, who even knows what color Dorothy's hair was in the book as read, and also just because Judy Garland wore an auburn hair hairpiece for the movie role does not say very much, not really something to depend upon too much. Fiction is a fickle thing and later depends upon the particular notions of whoever is interpreting for the movie adaptation. And movie adaptations often vary widely from the original book. 

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Yes, wouldn't that be nice if someone would put me on their payroll, only so that I could at least float effortlessly above the fray, and look haughtily down my nose upon these various annoying jokesters who never seem to get when it is time to stop talking about that and shut their stupid mouths. Would the FBI ever pay me to "Help" them? But it was Joan who wanted to work at the FBI. That wasn't my idea. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember, when I was 8 years old, we were living in Guadalajara, Mexico for one year, while my parents were attending language school, and during that time I met a few people who as it turns out never had any future role in my future life, because anyway we all went in a variety of direcdtions and our paths never again crossed, and there was no reason for me to apologize for that. Goodbye! 

Sort of weird that some strange guy who married horrible her, for which he has only himself to blame, not my problem, would be trying to attach me to his private life, as a sort of three-wheeled vehicle or similar Mormon-like schemata. I actually have no connection whatever to his Blackiestan house. I wash my hands of that. I have no idea why there would be anything more to say about that.