Noel

And who is this filthy dirty fascist slut Noel Baca who married into the Barth clan up in Northern California? Obviously, she is a worthless piece of garbage who does not deserve the slightest regard or respect from us. What an utterly rude and obnoxious way to introduce herself to the distant relatives! Hopefully, Noel's wicked schemes will go down in flames as being utterly undeserving of any respect from intelligent Christian Americans such as myself. We have zero desire to get in touch with those stupid people. If they want to mail the paperwork we are willing to take a look at it and see what they are talking about but otherwise we remain completely unimpressed with the blithering idiot cousins of San Jose.

Robbie the Fascist Swine

I think that Robbie has a lot of nerve trying to offer me a job when he has declared himself an enemy of everything that I believe in and care about. He chose for himself a whiny Italian-Latina bimbo wife and placed himself squarely in the category of fascist loser burning in fascist hell so I think that he has to pay the price. He cannot just dump all this Olympic sports garbage on me and expect an intelligent public to care about his not-so-illustrious career. Just being an MK is not enough. He has to assume responsibility for the emptiness of his sick head and the futile stupidity of the direction his worthless life has taken and stop trying to blame it all on me. Robbie cannot expect me to just hand over my heritage when obviously he has done nothing to deserve it.

Speaking of Mental Retards

I seem to recall someone saying that mental retard Debbie Tracy is babysitting mental retard Heather Wilson. Now there is a case of the blind leading the blind. Ha ha ha! We all know that Debbie Tracy is one of weirdest psychos on the planet so obviously she would not be babysitting my children assuming I ever had any, which I don't and neither does she, but if I did, well ... obviously someone already said this so there is no need for me to go around repeating the contents of your empty head, whoever you are, mother of the Antichrist or something like that. Enough said about that, not that I would ever think to say this but since these words have been placed in my mouth for delivery, I find myself obliged to vomit them back in your face.

Scripted Lines

As per the script concocted by those dirty dogs, I am now supposed to run around screaming and yelling and trashing that Dumpy Dog Debbie Tracy and her whiny dog friends Sharon Whetstone and Rose Wilson. My abuse of Debbie Tracy will garner sympathy for her and thus Warren will be won back to her side, as if I care about that. And when did those people ever have anything to do with me? My existence is basically unknown to them so nothing that I say matters in their world so there is no reason for me to carry out this scripted exercise in futility. And besides, I never did have any respect for those nasty bitches. Were they expecting me to be impressed with their mechanistic ability to perform the role of player piano despite the lack of any signs of intelligence in their empty brains? Sorry that I cannot oblige but just because they are a couple of years older than me, that does not mean that I have any desire to be caught having to converse with them. Besides, I never watched Diana Ross and the Supremes on TV, never attended the Barry Manilow concert, so I have no clue what they are talking about. Don't they realize how stupid they sound and that they really are supposed to keep their mouths shut and carry our orders from me and nothing more? What Debbie wants counts for nothing because she is just a Warren's stupid dog. Besides, they are so worldly and decadent it makes us want to vomit watching their display of glittery decadence but we have to remember that they have very powerful connections so we dare not cross them. After all, Debbie Tracy's parents are powerful faculty members who could make our lives miserable, Sharon's parents pastor a church, and, needless to say, Rose Wilson is one of the Wilsons who are the most horrible powermongers on the planet as everyone knows. It is better not to have any fellowship or ever have a conversation or encounter with any Wilson person because they are horrible people who think everything is just all about them. So basically those people are worthless to me and will have no place or role in my future life whatever that might be. College was not supposed to be like that. I was not expecting college to such a worthless wasteland. Conventional wisdom says that your college friends are supposed to be important components of your professional network in adult life but that was not the case for me. College was nothing, unfortunately, but it is not necessarily anyone's fault. It was just the system.

Roasting the Rainbow Riff Raff

It really is not necessary for me to point out that there would be no reason for us to mix and mingle with the vile wicked mafia riff raff delivery stooges of the Rainbow pizza restaurant on Market Street, not to be confused with those other reputable pizzerias that we patronize. We hope those pizza stooges get saved someday but we are not personally called to a ministry of pizza delivery in the San Francisco region and thus, basically, it is not our problem. If you cannot offer free delivery of the pizza to my front door then obviously you are not qualified to open your mouth in my presence because, basically, you are a clueless idiot, just a whiny tempest in a teapot. That is about all that I have to say about that, basically, because no other evidence to suggest any sign of intelligence in your empty head has as yet presented itself to us and thus we are completely unimpressed with your blithering idiot presentation.

Speaking Of Sarah

Yes, it is interesting that Sarah Kugler's name appears in so many of the books written by early Pentecostal missionaries to China, what few books there are, two or three, whereas hundreds of other missionaries are not mentioned in the Dixon and Haist books. This may give the unintended impression that Sarah K. is the only game in town but that would not be exactly right. Sarah has her significant place in history and her voice and that is nice but there are other things to say about Pentecostal missionaries in China. Sarah may have gone the UPC route but others took cover in other denominational organizations and so there is not one "Yellow Brick Road" to China, so to speak. There may be a lot more to the story than just Sarah and her little dog Toto but very little was written down, unfortunately, so the picture is very blurry. Sarah may remember with glowing nostalgia the early days when everyone agreed with each other back in the Garden of Eden but those days are long gone and can never be again. We just have to agree to disagree on certain points. We don't really have any use for this argument, to tell the truth, if they are just going to be that way.

Food Fights

Overdosing on sugar might not be the healthiest thing but at least I was never responsible for instigating cafeteria food fights. In my opinion, those guys get way too aggressive in slapping each other with pieces of cake or pie or walking away and leaving piles of slop all over the table but, well, am I the police? Is it my job to regulate and remember the names of all those food flingers? You could always ask Dauna. She is one of those who has a way of remembering all that trivia. I just wasn't paying that much attention.