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Yes, these La Raza people seem to be very credulous in the notion that Stephanie is somehow connected to British royalty just because she is from the U.K. Ha ha ha! I don't actually recall anyone ever saying that. I do vaguely recall Stephanie yapping about how she spends her summers in Scotland where she chafes at the strictures imposed by her arrogant snooty relatives there. She prefers being in America where people are not so strict. So that is about all that I would be able to remember about that. But just because Stephanie was yapping in that politically angling way of hers, that did not mean that I was so credulous as to believe that America has no rules. That was just Stephanie yapping. Also, was there some reason to be impressed because Stephanie has proven that the Anglo-Saxon race has its not-so-bright lower-tier low-class citizens just like every other race? So?

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Yes, I wasn't going to say anything, but it is a bit awkward to see California district overrun by these Chicano warheads. I do not recall Rich being popular during college. Who ever voted for him? Wasn't he a part of that fringe Chicano nuisance, those surly and sullen La Raza people who are always so full of themselves and really not much else? And wasn't Ronald his evil twin brother? I do not recall much in the way of specific details on the creepy Rich & Ron Chicano Warhead Show, only some vague impressions. So it is bit awkward to think that Rich would ever ask me to explain "them." Was I ever invited to their private parties, that I would have a wealth of information to provide on this subject? No, obviously not. My mind just goes blank on this subject. Really, I maybe don't like them very much, but also I don't necessarily see going Episcopalian as a real solution to this problem. That might be someone else but it wouldn't be me.

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Yes, it is always so amazing to people how these bubbly socialite blondes go around chatting with every Tom, Dick and Harry who happens to cross their path and with no ill consequences. Everyone just thinks that she is so nice and friendly and it makes her so popular with everyone because she said hi to some man who just happened to be walking nearby there even if a person of no interest otherwise, just because she is so friendly, and isn't that what everyone is supposed to do if you follow her example? We are told to be more friendly and smile and talk to people. So why was it that when I said something to Rick Morris in the dorm lobby he behaved as if he were having a heart attack. Didn't I know that he does not speak to females who are not his girlfriend? Oh, well, whatever. I had always thought of him as a pompous idiot, and if he is going to react that way, well, even more so.

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Yes, I suppose that it is a bit awkward for me, these vicious nasty twins pretending to be my high school classmates. With friends like that, I certainly would have no need of enemies. They do a great job of ruining everything without any help from me. What would these pagans know about Christian love and friendship? Nothing, obviously. It's not like I would have a chance to tell them anything, the way they have everything rigged in their favor behind my back. They already think they know everything there is to know about everything and my existence will not be needed. So why should I exert myself to contribute to my own misery?

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Yes, that was so mean what we three girls did to that poor beggar, how we concocted a mixture of vinegar and cooking oil and other things not drinkable and put it all in a bottle and had the maid give it to the beggar standing on the corner. What were we thinking? Was that supposed to be funny? I really don't remember how that happened. And the beggar was not happy with the bitter taste of our gift, needless to say. He could never get past the front door of our house and yet we played such a mean trick on him. Other beggars would at least get a banana or other piece of food if they came to our front door but that beggar only got a rude surprise, and he wasn't even knocking on the front door. Well, truth be told, he really should get a job and not stand around on street corners in ragged clothing waiting for handouts. He should manage more wisely whatever centavos he can get and not spend it all on booze, stumbling and swaggering around drunk as a hoot owl, which obviously is how these guys end up penniless and walking from house to house chanting with that plaintive tone, "Una limosna por el amor de Dios," as we all had heard. But, well, even so, that did not justify our mean trick. Two wrongs don't make a right, needless to say. So, anyway, I have confessed my sins to Jesus and He forgives me even if you don't, and Jesus is all that matters in the long run. "No man comes to the Father but by me," as Jesus says.

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So someone out there perhaps is asking me whether I was aware that Heidi O'Farrell from college might be related to Michael O'Farrell, an Irish whiner from high school. Whether or not it were so, I have no idea why I should care. Someone is pointing out that Heidi married a certain Mr. Baker who is descended from China missionaries, so she got her missionary kid connection by marriage whereas I got mine by natural birthright, as if, not that I had thought of it that way until someone noxious busybody points this out to me. Even so, I see no reason why I should make the effort to try to impress this Irish-Swedish caballers who only care about themselves and their own personal glory. It is not like they would ever give me any credit for anything even if I did happen to do something right in the first place. So, as I was saying, I fail to see why I should care.

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Yes, I do vaguely recall the existence of college classmates by the names of Heidi O'Farrell Baker and her Drama club pals, Mark Thallander and his music club pals, etc. etc. However, I cannot say that I remember very much specifically about them. To pose as an authority on the subject of such unfamiliar college classmates would be quite a stretch as, well, I really don't know them very well as we never really talked, and anyway I really would not have much to say in terms of whatever they do in the future, as I admittedly could not care less. I believe myself entitled to have my own distinct opinions on various subject matters. Nevertheless, I believe there is no law requiring that I share my thoughts and opinions with every Tom, Dick and Harry on the planet. Many things have passed through one ear and gone out the other side of one's head without necessarily requiring comment from me. Whatever. So judge not lest ye be judged yourself, as the Bible says. And who is judging who in this picture anyway?