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Ha ha ha! What would the clueless whiners of Panama know about anything? You ain't got nothin' going on in your empty head!

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Yes, I vaguely remember that yesterday, or maybe it was the day before yesterday, it suddenly occurred to me to ask the question of who was the U.S. ambassador to El Salvador when I was there during high school. The list can be found on Wikipedia, and there I see the name of James F. Campbell. Hmmm... Why have I never heard of this person until day before yesterday? I don't know why I never thought of that before. I don't really think about these matters very often, but one generally assumes that Mr. Campbell or similar diplomat will take care of these diplomatic matters without me having to think about that very much, such as, for example, the issuance of my Social Security number there at the U.S. embassy. Thank you very much. It was my mother's idea to go ahead and get that to put on college applications even before returning to home to the United States. Needless to say.

Coincidentally, later at a job in California it was noticed that the first three numbers of my SSN are the same as another co-worker who got his SSN in Mexico. I am not sure how that happened. Why do I have to explain the coding of Social Security to you? Why should I be forced to clutter my brain with the most trivial bits of information only because you are so unbelievably clueless in addition to maliciously NOT funny? Don't be expecting me to do your homework for you. Needless to say.

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Also, I am not an employee of yours that I should be called upon to resign anything.

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Your serve was clearly and obviously out of bounds, and thus you are not entitled to a return ball. Needless to say.

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Yes, I really could not care less about participating in the catfights of Joni and the dogs of Iowa. Do not involve me in their catty catfights, please. I sail far above the catty scum of Iowa.

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Yes, assuredly you could not seriously be expecting me to socialize with that Heather Cattywampus. What reasonable dialogue could I possibly have with that hateful vicious nasty horrible witch? Was I supposed to thank you for trying to make my worst nightmares come true by throwing me together with that? Well, admittedly, I never really talked to her, so part of my very strong dislike of Heather may be emanating from the third-party maneuverings of Joan and Kathy, and also the ridiculous effort to connect me to that, as if I should believe anything that those Italians witches said about anything, so therefore it is easier for me to just throw them away into a huge Italian ball of garbage, because anyway in the long run none of that matters. I will just be gone soon and I don't care.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing Luisa (Jeter Walker) saying that they are not taking me with them. Ok, fine. I never really needed that. Even so, that does not suffice to "put" me in Hungary. Needless to say. Why are all of these busybodies so concerned about putting me somewhere?