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So anyway, not to be mean or anything, but there is really nothing that I would need to discuss with the stupid Santiago family. How did that nasty little porcupine Sandra get promoted so highly? Some things I will just never understand.

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The way I see it, Max is a greedy gold-digger who has gone to extraordinary lengths to insert himself in a most self-aggrandizing way into a story that really was not that important in the first place. This is how language groups finally split off into various branches, because there was no reason for me to apologize for attempted civility. And I could try to randomly throw some rocks at some other high school classmates but I don't know enough about them to understand what their problem is in this regard. I never gave it another thought. Language mistakes, sometimes very funny ones, happen all the time. Didn't we often sit around relating various language jokes over dinner, although not that one?  Neither did I ever discuss this non-existent issue with the Santiago idiots. Everyone at college suspected that the Santiagos were deeply weird but I am sure that I never understoofd the half of that. I was never all that interested in socializing with those wacky weird Santiagos, never mind their lies on that point.

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I suddenly remember that during high school I read a book titled "The Screwtape Letters," by C.S. Lewis, one of several of his thought-provoking books of Christian philosophy. It was personal reading not related to school. I don't understand why that would be a problem for whoever it was that you sent to scold me for reading that. Perhaps you are one of little sister's worthless contacts because you was never shy about taking up whoever is against me.

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Men are so naturally egotistical so perhaps this helps to explain Max's weird attitude. I imagine that Max probably thinks that I liked him but that was not so. I never thought very much about Max. He was just a Sunday School teacher with a prickly porcupine attitude towards white people. It was not my idea to ask him to be our hiking guide. I am not sure how that happened. So if Max is going to be displaying such Mayan/Moslem attitude toward women, obviously I am not going to remember him later. Yes, I do agree that I probably should not have said anything to him given his bizarre display of attitude problem. And yet people often lecture me about how I should try to be more friendly and try talking to people more often. And doesn't big fat Susie talk to everyone in sight and gets away with everything? And this is what happens when I try to do that so obviously I cannot win this game for losing whichever way that goes.

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Anyway, I never asked you to define for me the concept of mountain peaks, that I should be required to apologize for something that I did not say or even think of at the time. Why should I think to ask you the meaning of some basic vocabulary word that really did not seem all that complicated at the time? The context of mountain landscapes clearly indicated my meaning, which dumps stupid Max in some other bucket, which explains why the whole thing was "fixed" to save Max's face at my expense, because he is male and I am not. But even so I won't need Max and his attitude problem for anything. Anyway, it was only later that we learned that some regional expressions can be more politically loaded than we had imagined. So maybe I should just try to never to say anything in any language, thus avoiding all potential complications in future but also losing my voice as an individual, if pretty much anything I might try to say can go so wrong and will be taken wrong anyway even if no such intention was present. So much power is in the tongue, as James of the New Testament says. So this solution of not saying anything and letting them trample me underfoot for no particular reason other than their own selfish pomposity really does not work for me. But I do not see any way to fix that discrepancy in the ordinary course of events. There is no mechanism and/or money available to fix this problem.

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Why all this yapping about wheat, winter or otherwise? Who doesn't like bread which is made with wheat? I know that I love bread, especially those warm rolls served at certain restaurants, although I cannot remember the specific incident when I may have been guilty of eating too much bread. Tasted so good at the time. Anyway, that reminds me that during high school I sometimes liked the music of a group called "Bread," even though some of their songs are more silly than they are worth. There is a song about finding someone's diary under a tree and reading its talk of love and then ultimately finding there the name of someone else loved, not me. Yes, well, I only kept a diary for about a year and then my sister found it and read it and made it seem so ridiculous that I never kept a diary after that. I might have written some other journal junk but nothing that I would want to discuss with someone so evil as the little sister from hell and her pack of horrible friends. They think that being mothers will protect them from criticism, and yet if their children are growing up to become a pack of homegrown naked savages so clueless about the rules of good behavior, even that won't protect them forever. Their sinful behavior will have its consequences eventually that we will not be able to protect them from if they can't learn to think for themselves. You must learn to do the right thing or rather not do the wrong thing even when your clueless parents are sound asleep. Ultimately, we cannot protect you from yourself. If you are determined to be your own worst enemy, well, we cannot protect you from that. So obviously if I am going to be writing something in the future, little sister will need to be excluded from my workplace. My work is really none of her business.

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Yes, everyone loathes and despises Denny now that he has made football a bad word. Nobody wants to waste their brains on Denny's garbage and I don't blame them.

Also, if I could remember the Hillary jokes that Roy was telling I would consider repeating them but I seem to have forgotten that. Probably the same jokes could be told on any politician of either side.

Of course, parties have their purpose. If you want to run for office you have to work the system but personally I would prefer to enjoy my independence without such political hassles as running for office. I really could not care less about electoral politics. The title of president is not that important to me.

Not that I would want to be royal either. What a useless job that would be to be royal and have to look picture perfect all the time and see my picture in the papers all the time. But I just cannot imagine why I should ever have to worry about that. Royalty was never my problem.