Which Reminds Me

Who knew in the fourth grade at missionary kid school that our teacher would later go on to become a shamelessly trashy slut and homewrecker, having stolen a rich husband in Colorado? All the more reason to found an orphanage somewhere, perhaps needing a place to masquerade as a "good" person and forget about your self-imposed troubles, but I really don't know anything about it. I only know that the scummy stupid Benners of Colorado were not my problem. I have no connection whatever to that slobbering idiot Don Benner and was never interested in learning more about the operation of orphanages and the financing thereof. So will someone shut off the stupid machine? Where do I go to turn off the stupid scripting machine? Ahhhh!!!!

But that's the way it goes under Murphy's Law. Everything that can go wrong will go wrong.

Which Reminds Me

That was John Bueno who was talking about how he is so proud of Rosanne having snared herself a rich husband. They were at the Buenos' house when we went over there for a meeting. Beyond those handful of meetings I really never saw them. They came to found an orphanage, a noble pursuit when you have extra money in the pocket and burned all your bridges back home. But that is no concern of mine. The Benners were not my problem. I don't know very much about that.

Which Reminds Me

It is a bit awkward, these pathetically stupid trashy Benners trying to make themselves the focus of our social circles when actually they were nothing to us, just a tangential circumstance of no importance to anyone, coming down there and masquerading as if they were missionaries when actually they were just boring rich people. Nobody should be giving such weight to the idiotic rantings of these Colorado Benners. We never even met them. We don't know anything about it. We don't understand what their problem is.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is hard for us to understand why our fourth grade teacher, Miss Murphy, would sacrifice her honor to steal someone else's husband, after all only just a disgusting repulsive creepy rich man, Don Benner, who was shipped into exile to limit the damages. No one actually wants to be getting these creepy "rich man" messages from Don Benner. He is a disgrace. I probably don't know the half of it. I only get the idea.

Which Reminds Me

As the scripting goes, I suppose you are waiting for me to say something about Carmen, a high school classmate whom I mostly disliked. Just because she married a U.S. citizen, that does not mean anything to me. To me Carmen is just a boring person whose existence I mostly ignore because I really couldn't care less.

Carmen is just a nasty, hateful, arrogant person who loathes white people, a protegé of the obnoxious whiney Benners of Colorado. But I don't need to actually say anything about that. The evidence speaks for itself.

Which Reminds Me

It is hard for us to understand why all the fuss about this Back-Us? How is your local deity, Back-Us, different from your neighbor's focus of adoration, Bail-R-Us? These are important spelling dilemmas that demand attention.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, my enemies want to make political hay out of some emails that I wrote and sent to someone who it turns out was not my friend. Oh well. It is not that there would be any obscene words there. It is just that they obviously are blackmailing me with that and will be twisting whatever I say to suit their own political purposes. So it is not like I have any choice in the matter. If only I had just never gone there, never communicated with anyone in this lifetime, there would be no paper trail. But there is no end to the "if only's" in my life. Everything I say or do hits some people the wrong way. There is just nothing that I can do or say right about that.