Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that during my senior year of college, shortly before my graduation, my parents were there, and I went with my mother to the business office to pay off the rest of my tuition bill, and it turned out that I did not owe anything because someone had anonymously stepped in and paid off the rest of my tuition bill, and I never really heard who did that. No one ever really came forward and said so. Which is sort of nice in a way, not having that headache remaining, and yet also very annoying because now I don't know who owns me and what they are expecting me to do about really nothing. Why don't you ask the staffers in the college back office who paid the bill? They seem to know something more about that, which they are not telling me. I really don't know anything about that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, what is this wicked that thing that Miriam said that I never heard or saw? I just have no answer to information that is not available to me.

Which Reminds Me

So how is that not enough rope to hang yourself? You weren't really expecting me to walk into that trap, now were you?

Which Reminds Me

When we were small children living in San Bernardino, California, I remember that my parents took us to the local YWCA/YMCA for swimming lessons. Later, when my aunt came to visit us she went on a date with one of the swimming instructors there, but I don't remember him. That apparently amounted to nothing much because I cannot remember what his name was or anything about him. He must have disappeared from the scene very quickly because no one has yet again heard of anything about him.

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Yes, what inhuman person does not feel sorry, is not moved with compassion at the sight of these poor people, hungry and half naked, tummies extended, hands outstretched to grasp and take whatever they can get? The lowly ice cream vendor is just a poor guy trying to make a living, just like everyone else. So why all this ridiculous ranting from those Democratic party activists who only care about stuffing the ballot box in their own party favors? Yes, there is good question to ask, although I do not have the answers. Don't ask me. I don't know anything about that.

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I do not recall myself ever asking for the "top shelf" job. However, all of these people having abdicated their responsibility to explain that I don't want that, and didn't ask for that, I must of necessity fill in the blanks for those who forgot to do their homework and don't seem to understand about the avoidance of temptation as being the preferred route, in other words, to walk the extra mile rather than pick a fight. Needless to say. So please allow me to make my preferred choice to walk silently away and thus to avoid a war of words with you because I really only care about myself getting to heaven eventually. I really don't care that much about visiting the City of Dis with you, thanks anyway.

Which Reminds Me

I never was involved in any presidential campaign, so it is hard for me to understand all this chatter about presidential campaigns. The one time that I called to volunteer my services, the party did not want me. Ok, so, fine, I can take a clue. I am a registered Independent now. Parties are not my friend. Parties are political machineries that have their job to do, but apparently I don't fit in their schemata. There is no place for my in the Party Animal zoo. Ok, fine. I can take a hint. So why all this beating on a dead horse? I really don't see the point.