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Yes, is is a bit mystifying to ponder why I should care about them having gone Dutch, which is basically a useless and irrelevant point because we were never financially dependent on them nor would we want to be entangled in their icky mess, needless to say, but then again we should remember that the Dutch are fond of thumping their broomsticks all the time, even when nobody was asking that question.

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Yes, I seem to be feeling somewhat irritated at having my head bitten off by that annoyingly repulsive buzzing insect. You didn't really invite me to participate in your busy beehive, so I don't see where that gives you the right to assume anything in regards to myself, that I would even want to get acquainted now, thus to invite further insults. Although it is true that Sammy threw a shoe at me, when I was only 10 years old, I am now simply free and clear of them and planning to keep it that way. I also have mixed feelings about all of this superfluous and unsolicited entertainment of no value to me, although it is true that a lifetime is a long time to kill, so I really should feel more grateful to have something to help make sense of it all, to at least some degree, because otherwise I might fall asleep on the railroad tracks and never wake up, which, actually wouldn't be so bad. Worse things could happen than that. 

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Yes, Oh, were you talking about my allergies? Yes, I have allergies. Every morning I wake up with a little bit of a sniffle and then usually after I sneeze once or twice and then I'm mostly fine for the rest of the day unless irritated by dust in the air or something. The doctor said that this could be treated but it would cost a lot of money and heavy series of treatments with dubious and unguaranteed results, and anyway I might outgrow it over tim, so my parents decided not to pursue that remedy. Yes, how convenient for me that these simple-minded little peasants are thus trained to automatically bow down and worship my wonderfulness every time that I sneeze, although I had not thought of it that way.

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Yes, that is somewhat awkward, Nancy masquerading as a source of information. Actually not. She may sing well, but when it comes to taking care of my business, I do not think that I would need Nancy for anything. I have a dictionary. I have books. I already have, or at least had, my sources of information locked down in their places where they belong. I don't see where clueless Nancy would have anything worthwhile to add to the story of my life, so unrelated to anything relevant to this matter. Nancy ain't got nothing. Already too many cooks are bogging me down with their worthless nonsense. Long ago the idiots at TBN proved themselves utterly worthless and unwilling to contribute anything to the cause of plugging their stupid mouths shut forever. The last thing I would need would be yet another annoying meddlesome person interfering with my ability to set down the facts in their proper order.

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Yes, I had no idea back in the old days that you were such a pretender to the Spanish throne, if ever any such thought of that ever crossed my mind, which actually not, but which now gives cause to wonder why you would be so concerned about making Democracy work, when actually you would rather just as well enjoy the perks and privileges provided by a constitutional monarchy such as, for example, that of Spain. Did you imagine that I would cower in fear at your Spanish armada or stage some useless speech when actually that was the farthest thing from my mind, when actually I see that you are preparing for a possible merger of the Spanish-English crowns, although who knows when or if that would ever happen? I have no connection whatsoever to Ann Boleyn, that I should be bothered to assume such a shaky crown as Elizabeth's, a complete fiction, although I cannot speak for the Howards. I really would not know much about this overwrought preoccupation with Tudor coincidences. I wasn't paying attention to that. I can't quite see where that is coming from.

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Yes, you probably belong to that colony of Swiss or French idiots who like to bluster and bloviate about how they are going to absorb us into their mindless peasant trash collective, so much so and loudly that it makes us wonder what they are doing outside of their filthy bat caves? I just have no idea why I should care about that.

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Yes, it may seem somewhat odd, when contemplating that movie, "The Wizard of Oz," meaning the 1939 version starring Judy Garland, to notice that she almost appears to have auburn hair, whether natural or dyed I cannot say. Does make you wonder what casting director thought of that. In a sense it might seem flattering at first glance to persons of auburn hair, until one reflects further on the probability that the screenwriter(s)  was probably having a terrible nightmare at the time, and that probably such a character never existed in real life. It was all the delusional figment of the screenwriter's imagination. Why would the deluded screenwriter devise such a tool to be used more likely against the auburns? No one will want to live in Auburndale after the meaning of that is fully grasped. Needless to say.