Pump It, Lump It, and Dump It

Remember Folks, we recycle. So treat all the verbal garbage the same way we do all the rest of our trash: Pump It, (pump everyone for information) Lump It (mix it all together) and Dump It (pass it along to everyone you know)
Above all, be sure to tell a bus driver all you have heard since they have been hard at work keeping the public informed of every detail for the last twelve years. Let's not let anyone miss out on an opportunity to define people they don't know and avoid any unnecessary introspection regarding their own lives.
So Allegedly...

October/November, 2005
A 65ish woman on the bus tells Artie what she has heard about having to play that game for the last twelve years. "Martin" is included in the conversation. Sorry don't know if that was his ongoing opinion of me or her opinion of him. Will have to sit closer to the front to get all the "news." I am so glad that "Artie" is managing to keep informed on the subject of me. He has been assessing me now going all the way back to twelve years ago when the old bus drivers were lined up in the square like vultures on a fence, observing the specimen here. It was like one big attack of S.A.P.D. whenever I walked past them. Especially after one of them had "covertly" called my answering machine on the unlisted number they got, from Dale perhaps, or maybe Suzanne K. and listened to the message I had left for Dale and the crew of the Hamiltons, and of course for them also. Just ask Earl. He'll tell you....if he hasn't already. Ask Margaret A. what Earl had to share with her too.

A student said, "There she is. She has turned the world upside down."
Jerry O. points me out to one of his new employees saying, "It's all true." ( I keep telling you people, It can't ALL be true since It contradicts itself. THINK about it, especially when you keep using these abstract statements delivered in absolute terms. Such abstractions have NO meaning unless they are connected to specific concrete detail. That is one of the points of the nurse from hell's little so called "game.")

The Drone appears at the Mall again to fill in the woman she has warned others about. Has all the latest news out of Homewood you know.
The gray haired U. Of G. employee with glasses, who used to discuss what I meant on my tapes with others on the bus, looks around the bus as if trying to locate someone. Perhaps he should just ask Jay N. which one I am. He knows. Is the gray haired man perhaps wondering how much of what he said was heard by me? ( don't worry about it. Homewood will just define it as my paranoid delusions anyway and get you off the responsibility hook with every other participant. Ask Prof P. if he knows what that means yet)Did you know that the Columbia Prof. who analyzed this group dynamic as demonstrated in the nurse's "game" pointed out that "personal responsibility is minimized because of the number of people involved."?? Jill H. says she read this but sees no connection to the nurse or what was done to me. Isn't that fascinating? (So as Wendy who pretends she doesn't recognize me now might say, " Don't worry about it." You are just one of thousands and apparently this kind of boundary violation done by one is pretty bad but if it is done by thousands it doesn't matter at all.)