Which Reminds Me

How many times do I have to repeat the same old stories about work, about that weird thing that Bonnie said while she was talking to Kathy about her boyfriend, she being somewhat bored of him, the rut they are in, but there was one thing holding them together, explaining this in such a way that there was clearly no doubt about Bonnie's lack of proper documentation. My desk facing them catty-cornered from the other direction, I could not avoid overhearing this sudden sharing of too much personal information. How these exchanges get into outside circulation I have no idea.

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So just because your haughty arrogant filty rich Libby is the most hateful nasty person imaginable, always taking every opportunity to denigrate and throw big sticks at everyone she possibly can, even if she apparently doesn't have much to work with, that does not mean that the rest of us Americans wish to be categorized in the same box as 'Big Stick' Libby. Some of us are not really thinking every minute about big sticks and how to fashion them. Some of us have other priorities in life than just hitting people with big sticks. But if you force us to retaliate in self-defense, well, we are not about to renounce our right to defend ourselves against unwarranted and frivolous attacks just so you can flatter yourself at our expense.

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Yes, how strange are these imaginings, that such a haughty arrogant filthy rich political family would condescend to lecture poor little me on the subject of inherited wealth, as if I ever had any of that. Obviously, you must have gotten me confused with someone else. My fate is to work work work, just that. Do you have a problem with the concept of my working for a living? Because if so, your thinking is entirely illogical. And if I can't work, I can't live. So you have just "screwed" me up in a matter of speaking.

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Yes, that sounds so noble to say that we should not ask our country for anything, should passively allow the country to tell us wherever to go whenever they want, never having to make any decisions for ourselves, never to exercise our own judgments and discriminations or discernments in terms of what we want or what we think will be best for us to do or not do in terms of what is in our best interests or else not, to be a puppet on a string, to never say never, to never say no, to allow ourselves to be cowed and intimidated by authoritarian figureheads and moneybag gamesters, to imagine ourselves as creatures of government rather than the builders of it, etc. etc.

And in the same breath you blame Johnson for the Great Society, which teaches the poor to just stop trying, to accept their loser status, to just collect a welfare check and forget about it. The recipients of donation funds of any sort cannot presume to exercise the privileges of citizenship reserved for established affluent landowners. In short, beggars can't be choosers. The borrower is a slave to the lender.

The poor you have with you always, so we do have a sort of institutionalized slavery of a back-door variety.

But, anyway, who said we all have to win a contest? The thought of winning is a temptation. It may flatter the human ego to imagine that we could win the ultimate prize of money and prestige, and then we remember that we are but dust, that we are as grass that grows for a season and then withers away. Winning is just not that important in the long run. Of what use will be the money after your soul is taken away? We must prepare for eternity, which involves a different sort of race, not one of personal glories and achievements but rather one of a Christian nature that you wouldn't really understand, or rather your pride would not admit of even if I tried to tell you. So figure it out for yourself.

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Upon further investigation we see that the case files on the notorious spy Mata Hari, who was shot by a firing squad in 1917, were sealed shut for 100 years. Well, your 100 years are almost up. So, is that a problem for someone? All the people named in the files would probably be dead by now. I wasn't born at the time so obviously that has no bearing on me. I imagine that historians would find the additional information of interest and more books would be written about spies and World War I and other related points, after the files are opened. So?

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Yes, it is hard for me to understand what those volleyball sports girls are crowing about. Not meaning to be mean but I really couldn't care less what she does with her boring and uninteresting life after college. I never met her before college and only noticed later that her yearbook photo appears in the girls' volleyball team. I always thought sports girls were such bores, not to be mean you see, but I always hated sports generally speaking and am glad to have avoided having to be on the same team with those noisy whiners. I always thought it was fakey weird the way she would pretend to be so sweet and friendly toward me yet I somehow instinctively sensed that actually she hates my guts and is only awaiting another opportunity to trip me up somehow, so obviously that is not a friend that I can trust for anything. I can't imagine that there could be some deeper reason why she hates me, that is just how boring sports girls are everywhere, apparently.

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Sometimes I think that these crazy people forget that I was never on the CIA payroll so obviously I wouldn't know anything about that. If you are going to be throwing interference at me, don't be surprised later if you find that are actually talking to yourself.