Relatives

People are so crazy. Someone said that my relatives are siding with our wealthy relatives in New York. That's ridiculous. I don't have any relatives in New York at all. My great-grandmother was born in upstate NY or Pennsylvania depending on who you talk to but she moved to Ohio well before her marriage in 1899 so I cannot imagine that we could possibly have any relatives left in the Northeast by this time, and even if we did I doubt that they would be wealthy or important people, probably just some ignorant people who don't know what they are talking about like everybody else. The Moonies have a big mansion there in New York but obviously we are not related to them.

Stupid Spies

It it impossible to have an intelligent conversation with these stupid spies. They get little bits of this and that, they take it all out of context and then they construct a bizarre, gutter-brained theory that has nothing to do with the reality of my life and everything to do with your very very sick mind. Get real! You vile pervert! Just because I mentioned that the missionary families all had boys, meaning that I am complaining about there being no other girls at missionary family gatherings during my high school years, or else you heard about Dawn, and you construct some bizarre scenario about me being abnormally obsessed with boys, or else girls. You must be out of your mind, you disgusting psycho pervert! I wasn't talking to you and even if I were that is not what I said or even thought of. This is enough reason to never speak to you ever again in this lifetime, you filthy pig. In fact, you are the one who should be talking to a shrink, not me, because you are the one with a gutter in your brain.

Like I once told Cori, when she asked whether I had ever considered being a spy, I said that I would not make it in the spy world because I am not very good at keeping a secret. When I was four years old I could not resist telling my Dad that we got him socks for Christmas even though my mom told me not to tell. So obviously a spy career is not something that I ever thought of seriously. Why would I do that when I am a normal person with no serious problems requiring me to disappear into the underground for the rest of my life? I just cannot imagine why some people would want to blackmail me into becoming an FBI agent when I am not the person at my high school who went around talking about her plans to be an FBI agent. I am not the person who ever thought of that. It just does not make any sense.

Futile

All is futile futility. It is so easy for those pompous rich people to stand there on their pedestals casting aspersions on me after they have already engineered the destruction of me and anything that ever mattered. My life is over. There is nothing for me to look forward to but more years of meaningless existence until death finally takes me from this miserable life. There is no reason for me to care about anything they say or about those evil wicked witches they have appointed to heap scorn and disdain on my head, as if there were anything that I could do to prevent them from stabbing me in the back. There is just nothing for me in this life. If only I could have had a different life than this horrible one. Wouldn't it be better for them if I did not exist? But unfortunately my time is not over yet.

Royalty

Yes, that was sort of annoying when people kept saying that I looked like Fergie. I don't think I do. I don't see any similarity whatsoever between Fergie and myself. My hair is much darker than that. I think that my sister and cousin look more like Fergie than I ever did with their lighter red hair. I don't think that I would ever marry a prince of that ilk anyway, no insult intended to the royal family but I am just not that highly placed in terms of social ranking to ever even be introduced to such a wealthy and important person as a prince and, really, this is not a problem anyway. I am just fine without ever meeting a prince of that ilk. I can live long and happy without ever meeting the royalties and the same is true for most of the other people on this planet so I see no reason to get bent out of shape over nothing.

Irene Cool

Oops! I'm sorry. I forgot that Irene's lost name is actually Cool. It's Irene Cool. But Irene is married now so I would not have any idea what her married name is. Could be anything but it is probably not Boyd. I must have gotten those two Irene's mixed up.

Irene Boyd

Funny thing, when I was working at Lockman Foundation in California one of my co-workers was Irene Boyd who attends the Crystal Cathedral. She might have gotten fired while I was there but I am not sure what happened. She had a disagreement with the boss and she lost. I only remember that Irene often talked about her little niece who was a redhead. Irene commented about how her niece got way too much attention because of her hair color and that it was not healthy and Irene was concerned about that. Yes, I ought to know all about that. I don't need yappity-yap dog Irene to explain to me that hair color is no indicator of character, integrity, etc. It is very uncomfortable and bewildering to be treated so badly by such utterly stupid people. When you treat redheads so badly, you should not expect to get any reward or prize for being stupid. At least, that is my opinion.

Heirs

Yes, in a way it is sort of sad that my cousin David died before his mother and so he was not considered in dividing up the oil rights. That often happens when people die before their parents do. In order to receive your inheritance you have to be alive at the time. It certainly helps to be alive when the possession is transferred. People die young for various reasons, sometimes in infancy, and never inherit the rights that might have been theirs had they lived longer. So it is sad that there is not a percentage allocated to David but, oh well, we cannot make too much of that. So that is not a reason to go around killing your relatives so that your children will inherit a larger portion. I think there is something very un-Christian about that concept but since I am not in a position to do anything about it it really does not make any difference what I say. Lots of disgusting horrible people inherit boatloads of money and lots of very good people die never see a dime so certainly the possession of money is no indicator of the goodness or kindness of one's heart. Let us on be so simple minded on that point. Quite the contrary, it could mean the opposite, that you are a cruel and vindictive golddigger who trampled a lot of good people on your way to the top of the totem pole. The rain falls alike on the just and the unjust, as the Bible says.