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I do hope that the New York Zoo is keeping its Cheetah exhibits under lock and key because those are some vicious crazy animals that can do a lot of damage if allowed to roam freely around the countryside.

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As we can see, these Porto Rican woman are all of them trashy dancing Cheaters, now married to the wimpy Billiard Hall champions of North Carolina. Ho hum! I really couldn't care less.

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Yes, speaking of white trash, you must have mistaken me for the white trash Murrays who somehow appeared at our college even though they really don't belong here. I think that I have better things to do than fake socialize with your hideous Porto Rican dog Staycee and her wimpy milquetoast husband from North Carolina. I always studiously avoid your fiery stupid Porto Rican bimbos because they are so stupid and don't know it. They never seem to see how repulsive they really are. But I am too kind to bother to point this out to them. That wouldn't be very nice of me. So I just politely avoid your stupid Porto Ricans because I really don't like their stupid slave master attitude. Someone really needs to disabuse these shrill Porto Rican hags of their slave master illusions but probably they won't listen to me. They think themselves a higher authority than white missionaires even though they are really a Territorial illusion of nothing much.

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Where is it written that I must please all of the people all of the time? Actually, I do not believe that. I refuse to worship this anonymous "people" as some sort of deity which claims more allegiance than it deserves to get. There is a limit to what the "people" are doing to get from me. These simple-minded "people" should be learning to have faith in God, not in white people such as myself. There will come a day when we will just be gone.

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I wonder what makes these stupid Porto Rican dogs think that I would want to ally myself with them in opposition to trashy Cuban slut Debbie? That's quite a load of garbage you are trying to shove down my throat. What do they mean by "everything" anyway? Not to insult some extended family, but I will not be available later to play stupid games with Sylvia.

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Where did all these horrid Porto Rican-Filipinas come from and why are they all screaming at me? I am not even aware of their Territorial existence and yet there they are screaming about fictional scenarios that never happened. There is nothing that makes me think they would deserve a celebration of their American mediocrity, their caving to the demands of worldliness, their failure to persuade us that they are not Mormon moles in disguise. Didn't those Porto Ricans mistake me for white trash? They might have been slave properties of the Anderson but I was never in Hawaii and don't know anything about that. So whether Porto Rico ever attains statehood is none of my concern. I really couldn't care less about them.

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It doesn't seem fair to me somehow that I should feel myself compelled to do someone else's South Carolina homework. What a mess.

From reading great-grandmother's diaries we learn that the family of my Dad's Uncle Ben at one time lived in South Carolina, maybe in the 1960s. So? I may have driven through various states on the way to somewhere else but never spent any significant time in South Carolina. You must have gotten me confused with someone else, perhaps that hideous fairy-fag Rose Wilson. I never had the slightest connection to those stupid people so I really don't see what that has to do with me.