Sinfully Wicked Maria

Yes, the truth is that Maria is just another sinner like all of the rest of us. She imagines herself of noble birth and sneers at lowly Anglo me but actually there is nothing all that good or better about Maria. That Schmidts just have a lot more money and power with which to grind us into dirt, that's all.

Mean

Yes, that was so mean of me to call Maria Smith an icky dog but that is what everyone is expecting with great anticipation for me to say, as if Maria were anything but just another Smith among millions or maybe billions of Smiths to whom I have no connection and of whom I have almost not really any thought or opinion to bring to mind. If you want me to trash her then perhaps you are the devil placing this temptation in my path because really it would not be very Christian of me to go around trashing people that I don't know anything about just because they are Spanish and I am not. How stupid do these people think I am anyway? I am not really that stupid but it is not like they ever give me credit for anything which gets very, very annoying, as if they think that they should get credit for just being Spanish or Latin. Ha! I really could not care less about Maria Smith and her boring life as she never said hello to me that I can recall. You just cannot go back and rewrite high school and pretend that we were ever friends or that she ever had anything but hatred toward me. We never really connected so just because there was a Smith in my high school class is not saying anything, actually.

The Smith Connection

It is quite true that my great-great-grandmother was Nellie Smith. This is a fact that is undoubtedly true and not contested by anyone who has half a brain in their skull.

However, it is also equally true that I did have a high school classmate named Maria Smith to whom I am not related. There is no connection. Do you have any idea how many billions of Smiths are living on this planet called earth? Smith is the most common name in the English language and then there are the German Schmidts who Anglicized to Smith and who knows what else. Just because someone's last name is Smith, that does not mean that I have any idea who they are or why I should care. Just having the surname Smith does not mean that we are related or that I should in any way be intimidated by Maria who is just an icky dog of whom I remember almost nothing.

Good riddance to Alan Skogerbo

I see no reason why I should care enough to discuss the firing of Alan Skogerbo. His existence is of no significance or concern in my life. I could not care less about the fact that Alan Skogerbo was fired because he, well, nobody knows exactly what his problem was. I am not interested in chewing on his sour grapes. I did meet Alan at an one or two MK Retreats that I attended and I remember him being very friendly to everyone. He was dating Debbie Bowman at the time but I am aware that their romance did not last very long. Alan was later a missionary in Costa Rica where he was supposed to marry a Costa Rican girl but that never happened and then he was fired there in Costa Rica. OK, so? Why should I care? It is not like Alan was ever related to me in any way. Lots of people attended the MK Retreat and I have no idea what happened to all of them later. I just can't keep track of all these worthless people. The vagaries of the currency exchange are not something to be understood by mere mortals such as myself. This is all very complicated and besides Alan is now worth a whole lot less to me, 20 years later, than he might have been worth back then although not really because I was never interested. Now that we know that Alan is mentally disturbed we certainly cannot call on him for anything or get back in touch for any reason. We would not want to be contaminated by his mental issues.

Mike

Yes, it is so sad about Mike Dible who formerly worked at the Lockman Foundation when I was there. Mike is said to be a schizophrenic, seriously, no joke, and has mental issues. His office was right there off the kitchen so we often saw him coming in and out at lunch hour sometimes. I remember Mike talking about having visited a famous magic store in Los Angeles and someone there told him that if he really wanted the scoop on magic secrets he would have to sell his soul to the devil. It was scary to hear Mike say that and Mike said it as if he were actually seriously considering the possibility. As if Mike doesn't already have enough problems what with being seriously diagnosed with schizophrenia in addition to being a redhead. Irene said that she heard Mike talking to his imaginary friend. She said that Mike hears voices in his head and talks to people who are not there. I am not sure what Irene knows about that, probably just whatever everyone knows about Mike. Poor guy. Once you are labeled as a mental case it is very hard to get any respect and certainly Mike has the label permanently stuck and affixed to his personality and everything that he ever does. It is not like he would ever get very far in life with all of his problems.

Mother

So the currency of El Salvador is the colón, which is named after Christopher Columbus, who is called Cristobal Colón in Spanish. And my mother's birthday is Columbus Day which I suppose makes my mother the executioner of the currency if you follow this bizarre, twisted logic. So that makes my mother the dispenser of the money in this imaginary country of La-la Land. My mother has decided that I will not be able to find a husband, given that she does not want me to marry Latin in case she forgot having said that and yet at the same time she has sold her own soul to the Bueno/Hoskins clan so that whatever they want is whatever they get. If vile hideous Wicked Witch Lee/Lois Bueno wants to slit my throat on this point then my mother will oblige, naturally, because she sold her soul to those wicked witches because she so much wants to be in high society with those horrid people. Thus, my mother wants me to be single and independently wealthy in order to oblige the wicked Bueno/Hoskins plan. However, this is illogical. I cannot be an independently wealthy adult and at the same time be ruled by the wicked Bueno/Hoskins clan, as if only they are capable of witnessing about God and I am just a dog that was sold into slavery. This whole thing is just not going to work and the sooner they get a clue the better for me. My hands are tied. My feet are cripled. I am starting to figure out that the Bueno/Hoskins people are really wicked Irish blacks pretending to be white people. They are like a Trojan horse. I am not sure how I know this. It just makes sense. And who is this mysterious Ellen 'Nellie' Stewart anyway? I have no clue and yet these genealogy freaks are running wild with biographical tidbits that mean nothing to me. I am not related to the Buenos so obviously I am not descended from Nellie Stewart who was their great-grandmother. I never even know that until recently and, really, why should I care? Lots of people's family trees are full of odd surname connections and it really doesn't matter or make the slightest difference. This whole thing is just a tempest in a teacup if you ask me.

Death and Taxes

Only two things are certain, death and taxes. Well, at least death is certain. Eventually I will die and be buried somewhere underground. But as for taxes, I am starting to wonder why I should bother. After all, wasn't it Uncle Sam himself conspiring with the CIA to sell my soul to the devil? Wasn't it Congress who sold the company store out from under me? And then I am expected to pay the bill for these dubious services so self-destructive of my own interests? They must be crazy. After all, the national debt is overwhelming. It will not be paid off in my lifetime if ever. The world system holds no promise of future benefit for me. I might be better off just dropping off the grid. After all, I don't need the system for anything. If you split the baby, this baby is not going to choose Caesar. God will take care of me. Hmm! Of course I pay my taxes every year. Not really saying anything. Just a thought.