Monday, March 9, 2015

Which Reminds Me

How dare you criticize me for reading very old books? Is not the Bible a very old, yea, even ancient book, and yet even now, thousands of years later, its words are spiritual food for all who believe. If you cannot read old books then you have a serious mental problem because you really must read or at least hear the truth in order to believe. The truth is available for those who have ears to hear. If you cannot hear the truth then you have a hardened heart. Do not harden your heart in this hour of salvation. Who is to say that your life will not be required of you this very night and then what will become of your newfangled hifaluting verbiage? I am just saying. You obviously spend too much time hanging out with my pagan trash cousins. I am just saying.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am vaguely aware that someone is blackmailing me. They used that word themselves. So they wish that I would prefer rather to die than to bear the shame of public exposure of all my many faults and mistakes. And I tend to agree that I might as well be dead. You were telling me that I should probably just commit suicide and I would tend to agree with that assessment. I don't seem to ever get a chance to make good. Everything seems to be just a downhill slide for me.

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Which Reminds Me

Hey, I was just minding my own business. I was walking around at the retreat for Life Publishers or whatever it was and saying hi to some people when suddenly I was called over and asked to sit down and be prayed for. Was I supposed to refuse? Isn't being prayed for a good thing? Won't I get in trouble if I say no? I was sitting next to David during this prayer by his father. And if David is trying to make something more out of that then, well, he really doesn't have much to go on. It's not like his dismal life proves any great blessing was bestowed on him so probably it's not like any great benefit was bestowed on me either. We all know or at least heard that he hangs around with creepy mafia characters and conducts shady business deals of which we really don't know anything specific. It's not like I asked for that, certainly. So it is more like a nightmare was bestowed on me. So I suppose that probably in future I should learn to just lock myself away in my room so that no one can have a chance to "help" me. Thanks anyway.

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Which Reminds Me

Yes, don't we all know that the Kleins and Cranfords have a family-owned privately held operation there crushing rocks for use as building materials? And don't we all know that I own no part of that operation? If I am lucky enough to outlive my mother and she doesn't disinherit me in the meantime I might inherit a small fraction of the natural gas royalties, which represents only a very tiny amount of money, certainly not enough to live on. And then I would just die and my portion would be redistributed, doubtless inside the family so no one else should be imagine that they would be getting something more from that. We all remember that my grandmother felt cheated because the land was left to Uncle Winfred who doubtless left it to his two daughters, Beverly Klein and Patsy Cranford.

Nevertheless, none of these facts constitute myself a publicly owned company under any duty or obligation whatsoever to publicly report all of my doings and sayings to the Kleins and Cranfords, of whom I know nothing and couldn't care less about, basically. I am just saying. I am privately owned also, well, sort of.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Which Reminds Me

Yes, now I remember. Someone was arguing the benefits and convenience of leaving Mary behind in the car to die. Yes, how convenient. After all, Mary was just some trashy low class woman who didn't deserve to have a life. And the rain falls alike on the just and the unjust, so that doesn't prove anything. Whatever.

Which Reminds Me

I seem to remember from college Dauna Kammerer saying that she or her family has some connection to Mary Jo Kopechne. I really don't understand. I am not Irish Catholic so I have no party reason to be communicating with those Massachusetts self-appointed aristocats whose very name is so very loaded with things of no interest to me.

Monday, March 2, 2015

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember my sister saying that Sue Klein was fired from several jobs. A dental assistant. Oh, how sad. But anyway I don't remember anything else about her. For details about that you would have to ask my sister.

Speaking of firings, I do remember Lori Low-Gun telling me about her experience of being fired from that great banking job. She did not last beyond her three-month probationary period but her explanation did not make whole lot of sense to me. Why would you be afraid to leave the money in the safe of the bank where at least it is insured and protected from the predations of thugs and robbers? So anyway Lori was fired from that great banking job and now is just a salesperson, one who sells mobile phones.