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Yes, it is hard to imagine why South Carolina would ever feel themselves under some responsibility to put me somewhere. Perhaps you have mistaken me for someone other person. As soon as I get my exit check in hand, South Carolina would not be the destination that I would have in mind. Ben was my Dad's uncle, not mine.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that when we visited Texas one summer we visited the home of my mother's uncle, and there we met cousin Beverly and her husband, whose name I could not remember later whether I heard what it was, although we were introduced, but I was busy eating lunch and they only stepped in for a moment and then they went into another room and we never saw them again.

I never officially heard the details of Beverly's divorce later. I really have no idea what happened to explain how it came about that Beverly's husband was discarded on the garbage heap of history, although I have heard some very bellicose things online, but nothing verifiable that I should care to be reminded of those insignificant ex-relatives who anyway would probably only want to dump me from the rights list so as to keep more for themselves, given that the pot is probably not that big to start with.

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Yes, it is unfortunate that Beverly married that bellicose person of whom I remember almost nothing. But there was a divorce and apparently Beverly's in-laws someone did not get the memo. You are divorced from us now. So keep that in mind. Everything was called off. We are not interested in continuing this conversation. Besides, the rights are only worth a few cents now and then, not worth fighting about. So obviously you only care about control and power, which endears you even less to us. Who are you to command the oil reserves of the United States of America, you snarky little creep? So we should probably have the gas companies do the splitting of the baby or whatever, because either way it does not mean that much to me.

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Some of my book reports for English class were based on books that were recommended by Miss Marken, such as a book by Aristophanes, the Greek humorist, which is kept in a locked cabinet in the library, you have to ask the librarian but I had teacher's permission, and which actually did not seem particularly funny in English translation, although I suppose that a deeper understanding of the times and history and also the Greek language would improve my not particularly great impression of the humorous aspects, certainly.

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Not to smear it in your face as an Ugly American (obviously referencing my 10th grade book report), but I am a native born citizen of the United States, whether you like it or not, and I am entitled to all of the rights and privileges of such. I don't always think about that at every moment, to be crowing about it at every turn, but yes, it is hard to imagine what there could be to discuss with some persons whose idea of a president is akin to that of a petty despot or tyrant of the Banana Republic variety.

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Yes, it is a bit mystifying how all of these barrel-making? Coopers got all tacked together in a coincidentally weird configuration that is of no interest to me and not helpful in any way. Where is my exit check?  I am not particularly averse to moving somewhere, if only the money were available to do that. The more I do stuff the more I seem to dig a deeper hole of which there seems to be no exit.

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Yes, um, so, well, we noticed that you have recently chosen Bathsheba as the new master of your extensive harem. Which means that everything now has to be reviewed or screened by Bathsheba, even though we never met her. Yes, perhaps she can sing. But in other respects, nothing is known about Bathsheba. Yes, we not having any desire to pick a fight with Bathsheba, will not be sending back any further commentary of response on this topic. We really do not care to discuss personal matters with a person so entirely unknown to us. Know that we have already discussed these matters with Jesus, our personal Lord Savior, and there is nothing more that we need to say about that.