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Yes, probably the less that I say about your Filipino project, the better, because anyway I do not want to make myself the issue there, I do not want to have to say that I really don't care, and anyway there are somewhere around 200 countries in the world, and I could get very busy doing a lot of stuff to help the whole world, but then again I do not want to stray too far from my "path" so to speak. And then when you remember that the Philippines bridges back to Spain, that adds another layer of complications that I do not really need personally. What was all that stuff you were saying about the Spanish-American War? So just because the original Strickland family were Catholic recusants in England, I am not sure that they would fully appreciate the attachment. Well, at least I would not. So maybe you want to put yourself on a list where you will not be missed, so that is your choice to make.     

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Yes, I do not want to sound rude, or layer that on too thickly, but actually, but anyway I cannot imagine any useful information ever emanating from the clueless bimbos of South Dakota. I really do not think that I need the idiots of South Dakota for anything. I am just saying, I have ever had any worthwhile experience with the riff-raff of South Dakota. I will be just fine without that. I try to not layer that on too thickly, because I really have no need of that.  

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Yes, the last time that I checked, I have NOT signed any marriage contract with that evil wicked swinger Mr. Klein. That was Beverly's problem, NOT my problem (Beverly being my mother's cousin). How does Beverly not know that we are NOT Jewish? Only in recent years am I noticing more the significance of this, and yet we are not related to them. I might need to basically commit suicide in order to ensure the survival of that swarm of cursive Klein witches who seem to be hovering about nearby. Evacuating the planet is the better way to go.  

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Yes, given that you are so fond of reiterating the accusations of Miss Doudlebug, maybe you could remind me who she was, what was her name, because I have completely forgotten them. Maybe you could explain why Miss Doodlebug thinks that she has to kill me before I have a chance to attack them? As if I were even aware of some distant relatives who are best forgotten, their California orange grove ranches long since plowed under for the sake of urban development, so that nobody on our side of that really caress to be reminded of them, now that California is not what it used to be. 

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Yes, I do think that if my second cousin wants to go off and found a removed and separate branch of the family in the Philippines, that is his legal right. Nobody can really tell him not to go there. Even so, that is not our branch of the family, he is just gone off on his own recognizance and there is no duty implied for me to have to go running after them to try to teach them English and other things they are not really entitled to know anyway. As the song says, sometimes you don't know what you got until it's gone. 

I think that I will always have other things to do than to go there only to be insulted by vicious nasty Asians.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember in the fourth grade, that I was not a huge fan of the Trixie Belden storybooks that were there in the library. I might have tried to read one of those, but soon moved on. At that time my reading level was already on to other things, maybe Nancy Drew mysteries. 

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Yes, who was that anonymous person online berating Grandma Calkins for being a loyal subscriber to the Reader's Digest? Yes, Grandma Calkins' collection of Reader's Digest started at maybe about 1929 and was just starting into the 1970s, so that was fun to sift through some of those archaic things. One of the happy times that I remember about her is when she would read to us funny little anecdotes from the Reader's Digest. How dare you make that a part of your sordid nightmare?