Bowling

Yes, I vaguely remember chatting with Dave Hoskins when we all went bowling with the church youth group. All he could talk about was Bruce Springfield. That is about all there is in his empty head, just some stupid comments about some weird rock star whose name I vaguely remember hearing somewhere. Apparently Dave's theme song for life is "Born to Run," which means that he really is an outlaw in the most worthless sense of the word, and not a talent agent that I would ever consult for any reason. What kind of stupid assignment would I get from that loser? I would not want to find out.

Who Let The WV Dogs Out?

Yes, and who let the dogs of West Virginia out of their cages? I am referring probably to Dave Hoskins' extended connections up there, including all of those mountain riff raff Younguns who spend their summers growing pot in the mountains and then come down here flashing their trash cash. We want none of them. We are Christians so we want to give no room to those drugged out losers from WV. If they cannot even clean up their own mountain snake lairs then obviously they have not earned the right to tell us anything, and that refers especially to Dave's horrid little witch Wendy. I want no connection whatever to those horrible people. I feel sorry for Wendy but not really. She doesn't deserve that much pity. I think she knew what she was doing in her sick little mind. I only feel sorry for the poor children who didn't have any choice in the matter.

Just because I once read the novel "Christie," that does not mean that I would want to go there or hear from those people either. I am sure that they have a lot of personal problems and I can't help them. Sorry, but their problems are too much for me.

Jokes That I Don't Get

Yes, I do not have the foggiest idea where all of these "I ran for president" jokes are coming from. It's just ridiculous. I never ran for president and never even thought about that. In fact, the one time that Steve Brown nominated me to run for something in high school, I immediately had my name erased from the blackboard because it would be too problematic for me to try to get elected in high school given all of the unfortunate circumstances of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, a white person temporarily displaced in a brown world or something like that. I would rather not run than be utterly humiliated by the tide of public opinion, now that's one way of looking at it. Later, after tenth grade Steve Brown moved back to Arizona and disappeared into the American landscape never to be heard from again. I probably should have had my name removed from the blackboard also at the Musician's Guild meeting because nobody elected me and also I never did anything to help with the talent show anyway because it was not my problem. So there is a positive side to not being elected. It is good not to be saddled with the opinions of the stupid public in my opinion. Like the Bible says in the Old Testament: "And every man did what was right in his own eyes." Now there is a recipe for anarchy and chaos, as any Sunday School teacher will tell you, and I specifically remember teachers at the little school emphasizing this point. You could give the people whatever they want and crown some powerful king but you might not like the results anyway, being chained into forced labor to fund the king's glory. Sometimes it is just as well to not be saddled with the problem because the solution you are seeking would only invite judgment and, anyway, it's not my problem.

Information Hoarders

Yes, I really resent being thought of as the hoarder when we all know that Dauna was the one who had her fingers into everything and everyone and knew a lot of stuff about people that I have no idea how she got. I really don't know very much about those people. I never had a lot of connections to them and there is nothing there for me to go back to now. The very little information that I may be induced to recal would not be worth very much anyway so I fail to see any point in continuing these discussions. I really don't remember anything important.

Basketball Games

I wonder what makes the wicked Hoskins brats and their bitchy sidekick Sherie Turnbull think that I would want to watch their disgusting display of midnight basketball? I had never even heard of that dubious sport before their impromptu performance at midnight during MK Retreat in Oklahoma. How shocking! Obviously there is a lot of filth and sleaze percolating in their sick little minds. At first I really didn't believe such a thing could be happening. It seemed unreal, like people were just lying or exaggerating something, but no, it was true and that is why, as I walked toward the gymnasium, people were streaming out of the gymnasium with expressions of shock and horror on their faces. So finally I turned back and returned to the dorm and did not try to enter the gymnasium. The camp counselors are dealing with the situation and there is nothing that we can do about that, like someone said. Everyone has been ordered to evacuate the gymnasium while they "counsel" the three of them. She was an MK from Africa. That is about all that I remember said about her. She was removed from the camp immediately and no one saw her after that. Anyway, this explains why nobody wants to have anything to do with the wicked Hoskins boys. This proves maybe that rich people are more wicked and evil than us normal poor people who play by the rules. This explains why it is better to avoid rich people whenever possible because they can really mess up your head and then they will be living it up high on the hog while you are left holding the bag for them when actually it should be the other way around. That is why it really is sick the way the Hoskins are demanding my head on a platter when actually it is no my fault that their sons are wicked and worthless. I don't know anything about it and it is not my problem.

The TV Whiners

It is so ridiculous the way those TV whiners sit there on their TV sets moaning and groaning and complaining about how everyone is out to get them. They are so paranoid that it make us want to vomit. So, like, do they think that I have nothing else to think about than their monotonous monologues? Like, do they think that nobody does their homework or their job and everyone just stands there watching what they are doing. Actually, most of the people on the planet are not in league with blithering spy-idiots Mark and Carol so we have no clue what their problem is. Carol had formerly worked for the TV people and said she was sick of hearing about all their personal problems from Jan so she quit and went to work for Hermano Pablo. That's about all I remember about that.
Sharon said that Mark and Carol were fired for doing something rather illegal. They had wired the building and had accumulated all kinds of notes from tapped phone conversations that were stashed in a file cabinet in a back room, maybe in the bottom drawer where earlier, before I had quit and found another job, I used to store the corrected lesson papers for the correspondence course that I was in charge of correcting and mailing out the next lesson among other things. Ok, so that was a weird conversation that I had with Sharon. I cannot imagine what Mark and Carol were doing and I no longer care to get back in touch with them, a thought that is not neceessary for me to verbalize. After all, Carol was quite nasty to me after she learned that I was in college with her former piano student Debbie Tracy and said some things about how wonderful she is and about how they have no use for me or something like that. So, like, Ok, like, those people always hated me anyway. I really need to get another job where I can meet other people and go other places where I can make friends who are my friends, not persons who are actually the property lock stock and barrel of the Debbie-Sharon-Rose-Carol-Jan gang, as if there were some kind of contest going on. Actually it was Lynda Botsford who had some sort of cat fight with Debbie Tracy in the presence of Mrs. Hummel maybe, I think. Lynda said something about it but did not explain clearly. The nature of their disagreement was not clear to me. Perhaps Dauna knows more about that than I do. It is also not clear to me whether Dauna and Debbie also had some sort of cat fight also or whether that tidbit is actually just another red herring bait dangled there, luring me to unload my opinions about them. It would probably be better for me to resist temptation and avoid saying what I really think about her. After all, I owe nothing to Debbie. She got paid for her piano accompaniment duties long ago so there is nothing else to say about that. Everybody hated my stage presentation so I can take a clue.

Philippians 3:19

It is really not my job to pound on these whiny fascist dogs like Robbie and Noel but the Bible applies and so obviously this is already in the script anyway. In fact this is their whole point. Although it is never said, we all know that the TV upppity-ups are big-time whiners. That is because their god is their belly. Far be it from them to forego certain alcoholic beverages that satisfy and quench their own consumptive carnal pleasures, even if ministerial license requirements technically forbid it, because, when it all comes down to it, they only care about earthly things. If you are not a minister then nobody can fire you from your pastoral position. You can just own your own ministry organization so nobody is able to take you to account for your drunken rages and fire you. Yes, they try to make us feel stupid for not going with the flow, and some of us may have our moments of being suckered by their devilishly clever tactics and manipulation and our thoughts get jumbled on this point, but anyway, actually, when all is said and done, they are the guilty ones who are trying to cover their tracks and make it seem like the rules are stupid and that we are all wrong for being too persnickety about rules. And which rules are important anyway? Just because Debbie Tracy doesn't like me and always hated my guts, that's not a rule. The rules are determined by the school or denominational organization or God, not by the whining of dumpy dogs like Debbie Tracy or Dauna Kammerer. It was not my job to go around putting the dogs back in their cages. So you might be able to get away with whatever you want and you might have to pay for it later but it is not my problem as long as the denomination basically agrees on what the rules are and ought to be. But if the uppity-ups aren't even playing by the rules anymore, then what is our reason for being? Maybe they would like to change the rules but what kind of church would that be, anyway? Catholic? Anglican? Whatever. They have plenty of other choices but then we wouldn't really be Pentecostal anymore. We would just be a lot of lukewarm nothingness to be spewed out of the mouth.