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Anyway, you are all a pack of liars. You never paid a dime, not even one penny, to cover the cost of my living, never mind all these histrionic speeches attempting to make me feel guilty about something, or perhaps to make yourself look responsible. You only blocked me at every step and then you remonstrate that I was not able to do anything. Well, guess what, blocked people are not going to be just sitting there knocking at the door forever. We might just get a clue and stop trying. Someday we are just not going to be there and then you will have to find some other punching bag to work against.

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All of this behind-the-scenes commotion makes me think that either everyone else is very dumb compared to me, or else someone upstairs is working very hard and will stop at nothing to build a case against me. They are saying that I must be definitively declared to be "bad" and possibly even "insane" so that I will not be eligible to inherit the money, because only "good" children can inherit the earth. As if there were no forgiveness. As if there were something worthwhile to be inherited or distributed. This whole planet is heading for a fiery destruction eventually so there is really nothing all that important for me to inherit compared to the importance of saving my soul. And how will we ever pay off this staggering national debt? It is all just a very obnoxious farce, obviously.

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So someone was talking about the logistics of divorce and in-laws, and about how Roberts is now divorced from the trashy Swedish Viking bimbos of North Central and is now married to some Arabian Genie in a Bottle. So the Swedish Vikings of North Central are the ex-wife of Roberts. Well, ok, whatever. As I was saying, I never had the slightest connection to ORU and the Roberts family so I have no idea why I should care about matters of no concern to me. We here in the AG have many evangelists and colleges, not only one.

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I vaguely remember that someone was telling me a story about Patti Roberts and whatever happened to her, not having a platform to sing loudly without a rich husband to pay for it. Ok, whatever. I never had the slightest connection to the Roberts family. Oh, was little Pammie wanting to brag about something, her illustrious and wealthy family connections perhaps, and we forgot to ask? I hadn't even thought of that. As I said, I never had even the slightest connection to the Roberts family of Oklahoma. We are AG so we couldn't care less about ORU. We have no shortage of preachers and evangelists in our church. We are not limited to one. And don't all of our families have those certain problem people that nobody wants to talk about? Why would I want that job to have to talk about them?

Like I said, I was not trained or expecting to have to deal with the weird stuff of Dolly, a distant cousin to Max, or so I might have heard somehow. I really couldn't care less about some dreary blonde bimbo named Dolly, especially not now. If Max wants to marry some trashy blonde bimbo, I think that should be all he gets. I really have no idea who those people are or why I should care. Not my problem.

I was not included in that bargain so I should not be expected to comply with secret regulations that are patently wrong and unfair to me as far as I am concerned from the beginning. I refuse to feel guilty about stupid blonde bimbos who are allowed to run wild. You have to self-regulate but I can't do that for you.

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Anyway, I never had any special "in" with those North Central Vikings. What were they doing in California? Perhaps they should have stayed at North Central, home turf of the Swedish trolls. The Viking trolls actually think it is funny to tell such long tall stories that have a wicked twist at the end. They'll just sit there laughing at your misery when you suddenly realize that they were just pulling your leg all along. So don't use me. I'll just refer you to them.

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You ask me what to do next? All I can say is that really you should concentrate more on chopping off Dauna's empty head and not so much on expecting me to explain how she got everything so twisted around in this nearly unrecognizable mishmash. Traces of quite a few things can be tracked back to Dauna. But should I be punished because Tim Cederblom was not interested in dating dumpy Dauna? I think not. I think that Dauna will ultimately be strangled by her own spiderweb. That is all I can say about that because I don't understand what she was thinking or rather who she was conspiring with behind my back.

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Yes, my story of healing won't be of much use to ORU in your particular quest. I was healed at home through prayer of family and church friends, not because any expensive evangelist being involved. So I really can't help you with that. Sorry.