Which Reminds Me

Yes, it so happens that I am a culture of One, which means that I will not share my glory with another, especially not you, not to be mean about that, but there is only me, and if that means that only I win and that Blondie or whoever is thus kicked to the curb, so be it. I will not share my glory with you. You will have to find your own way of salvation.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, blondie is sometimes the most clueless yappy nuisance, not yet seeming to realize that she cannot be in control of this. Some days I feel like Data in the "Birthright" episode of Star Trek: Next Generation, when Captain Picard tells Data that he is a "culture of one" and there is nothing wrong with that. There are times when there is only me in here, not you, and so much the better for everyone.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do remember that while I was working in Boca Raton, at a newspaper company, that I was invited to participate in a forum and explain basically what was my job title and what I do. This forum was organized by Mr. Kauffman, who at that time I don't remember, probably that was before the later political controversies and his becoming a candidate, I don't remember exactly the chronological order. And then quite a bit later someone was asking me something about Ben Kauffman and whether I knew that Mr. Al Kauffman was related to Ben, and I can only say that I am completely surprised to learn of the existence of Ben Kauffman, whose existence was completely unknown to me at the time, although more recently browsing around I learn that Ben is married to Sherry Turnbull, oh, so that is awkward, and I haven't seen Sherry since college, before she was expelled, so I really am not in touch with those people and have no idea what to say about that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I continue to blieve that one of these days the time will be right for my avenging angel might actually appear and finish cutting off Martha's empty head, because actually there is no brain activity going on in Martha's empty head, a little parrot sometimes appears there jabbering nonsense, but there is no real thought process there. But of course we have to learn to be more careful about what we say in front of these persons who have that Chilean mental problem. They don't seem to know whether they are coming or going.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that does make you wonder what were they thinking forty years ago, and even so, so what, because all I can do is ship all of this junk back to the John Bueno family, because he started that, it was his mental problem, not mine. More recently we learned that the Elmer Bueno family also has that mental problem. Who would have thunk it? Of course you were not seriously expecting me to take the fall for those greedy takey-takers. That would be wrong. I cannot invent other facts that never existed. Sorry about that. They will just have to choke on their foul stew. But it is certainly high time they really learned how to use a dictionary and how to speak real Spanish, not only that Chilean street lingo that nobody else understands, so all things work together for good eventually to those who are called according to his purpose.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was awkward, someone was trying to cast me as the villaniness , which wasn't fair to me because actually I really don't know anything about that. I really am sort of busy living my own life and don't appreciate being deliberately tripped that way and thrown to who knows where, so that it takes me forty years to learn what that meant, and even so, so what? Life is complicated. And anyway, there are so many other things I don't know yet about that. Hopefully I will be able to evacuate the planet peacefully without further ado because I really am not in a good position to comment without knowing what I am talking about. Yet another reason to evacuate the planet, because there is nothing there for me. I would just be wandering in a wilderness wasteland of irrationality and illogic.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is sort of sad to see that Canadian Anne 'Gonzo' shot herself in the head or foot, I am not sure how that could ever happen when I know that I certainly never said anything to her about that, but that may be what happens when you get all of your wrong information from some amorphous blob sort of named Rinah of Colorado. You just have nothing. All your threats of blackmailing me — blah blah blah blah blah, you said — are so much useless garbage. I wash my hands of your worthless Rinah puke.