Man whenever I read these stories about nutjobs with things like this:
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After South Korea, Chanel and her family moved into an ancient strap and gear crossed grain-grinding stone watermill in France, a three-story affair, where farmers in oxcarts and pickups actually brought grain by for grinding. “When winter came,” Chanel recalls, “the miller quit and we moved to an unheated stone maison in the hills of a communist farming village in the mountain region of France where we bought goat cheese and baguettes every day from a monastery on the way home from school and where dad again swore we were never returning to the U.S.”
I simply get endlessly sidetracked into trying to figure out what possible sort of job you could have to provide that level of wealth combined with that level of rootlessness. Then I remembered inheritances and get real real mad. But also,
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Chanel's upbringing required keeping her schooling at home. Except for her early schooling in France and debate camps at conservative America's famous Patrick Henry College, near Washington D.C., neither she nor her brother or sister ever set foot in a school until university.
That would explain why she's so dumb, but later,
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Chanel spent her first grade year not speaking English at school where she heard not a word about politics from her presumably communistic first-grade French classmates.
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