Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am once again reminded that our high school mascot was a Trojan, depicted in various ways mostly as sort of hippie-ish, as a little warrior in sandals, with a sword and spear, which faintly evokes the idea of an ancient city, recently unearthed on the coasts of Turkey, wherein various treasures were discovered, from whence ancient Trojans purportedly emigrated in ancient times of misty memory around the continent of Europe, arriving at England where they settled in ancient times. Maybe. Who can say what really happened back then? All of which has nothing whatever to do with the city of Troy in New York, although who knows what Trojans landed upstate there. The only persons form upstate New York that I ever met were somewhat weird and neurotic in my opinion. We may see the upstate New Yorkers ruminating loudly in their upstate bubble cages at the zoological park, but we do not necessarily have any desire to go there at the moment. Yes, I agree that we should have a healthy respect for the wildlife. 

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Yes, that certainly is some heavy witchcraft emanating from Pastor Brockoli and his wife or ex-girlfriend, I never really heard how that worked out in the end. God is merciful, so we are somehow not consumed and obviously they are not being burned at the stake as of yet, one can easily imagine. But whatever. Why should they pray to God when they already Wicked Witch Debbie to make their arrangements for them? I really don't quite see how that works.

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Yes, I vaguely remember having served for one year as a volunteer usher for the concert series at that Dutch Reform church, only because a friend of mine had arranged that, and, Ok, fine, the concerts were reward enough for that service, given that I can turn in the concert programs for homework credit, so that was nice. The matter of shaking hands with the friendly Mr. Schuller was another small bonus we had not anticipated. So that was nice. Ok, fine. However, that was only one year. Time to get on with my life.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, there is a another philosophical conundrum to ponder, whether it is possible to "like" any politician of any party. Politicians are notoriously fickle (rhymes with pickle.)

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Yes, I vaguely remember that on the first day of high school I had to go into some room where I was handed some paperwork, by Heather. I forget what that was, probably just enrollment papers, and Heather handed me these papers and introduced me to her Italian fascist bodyguards from the CIA, who, anyway, obviously they don't work for me, so I mostly try not to mess with them because I don't quite know why they hate me, but anyway, whatever, everybody hates me in adolescent angst-land so I have grown accustomed to not expecting much of anything from those people who sit over there in the cool clique side of the room.

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Yes, we have often observed from afar the rigid caste system of India, ranging from Brahmins all the way down to Untouchables, but we are so much more enlightened here in America, where that type of systemic discrimination is not nearly the problem that it is in some other countries, as we would prefer to congratulate ourselves on not being that way, although who knows, the way things are now trending, we can't be sure that we will always be a free country and not descend to that level of just any third world country where all the money and power is concentrated in a small group of people, and everybody else is just out of luck.

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Yes, I suppose that is another of your smart alecky, snarky "kid" jokes, as if that were funny, this your obsession with monarchy jokes, because if this were a monarchy, the children might have permanent jobs awaiting them there, but this is not a monarchy and there are no guarantees in this life that anybody will be there later. Times change.