Which Reminds Me

Yes, I hear that you think that you are one of the fabled seven Hills upon which Rome was built, although probably not built in a day. I have mixed feeling about this scheme of yours to rebuild Christianity along ethnic lines, with the Italians at the top of the pyramid and every other ethnic group down wind of that. Especially since most of their English vocabulary is limited to words that start with "F." Why would I want to establish any dialogue under those conditions? It just wouldn't make any sense, I would be forced to lecture on the proper use of the dictionary, and what would that achieve? Probably nothing helpful to me.

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Yes, I remember years ago during college, while visiting with my friend Lori Way in Northern California, they had a book about L'Abri, by Edith Schaefer, which I spent some time reading. It sounded like a very nice place there in Switzerland, to go if you want to learn more about that, but anyway, with the founders of that now gone I would imagine that their mission probably has shifted somewhat, especially with the son spewing all of those books. A few years ago I read his garrulous book of a nondescript title, well, anyway, was that supposed to prove something? Anyway, I don't see where that has anything to do with us. By reading these books, this is now we learn that some people live in an alternate universe.

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Yes, our choir director later laid down the law about staying away from the drinking pavilion, but by that time we had already had our Coca Colas so that made us feel bad about that in retrospect, but anyway we dutifully followed the law after we had learned of the new law.

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Yes, how unbearably rude that anyone would question my native-born U.S. citizenship, while the Scottish Stephanie is over there masquerading as a U.S. citizen, whilst everyone already knows that she is actually from the U.K., but if she married a U.S. citizen to get her green card, then no one will be bothering her with noxious questions. So why are you bothering me with this nonsense? Stephanie wasn't my problem. How dare you, Share!?

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Yes, I am once again reminded that my grandfather's grandmother was Amanda Fitzallen Moore, and because of her family connections it was that my grandfather learned about some interesting things related to Thomas More who was executed by the King of England, Henry VIII, in regards to some controversy about his divorce, although there were other factors also in regards to the difficulties that More was creating for the extended royal family, although the details of that escape me. I only remember that his head is buried separately from hs body. The Moore or More family enjoys a special protection in regards to this knowledge, given that anyway they cannot help that being their family heritage, they did not ask to be born with all of that baggage, but anyway so many generations later, some people are forgetting that this is not a good time to be starting World War III.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am curious to know why all of these people are jabbering about "the money" as if there were some blank check awaiting me somewhere, when actually there was nothing, perhaps you are playing a sick joke on me and if I rely on that money joke I would just be going broke because there was nothing.

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Yes, in a way I think that it would be an interesting exercise in futility to cut off someone's empty head. But on the other hand, come to think of it, as cooler thoughts prevail, I realize that I would also have to kill quite a few other hypocritical persons who are all falling into the same hypocritical category as wicked witch Libby, and then how far would that go, maybe half the entire population of the world would be slaughtered, and then what? So yes, I will need to revise my plans and do nothing because anyway sometimes you have to step aside and let these wicked evil drunken Italian winos win a point, even if only to illustrate why everyone thinks that they are so disgusting. No way I am I going to hang on the gallows with those sleekly wicked wino witches. Shoot yourself.