Did you all "enjoy" that video of the Iranian woman dying in the street because she'd had enough of religious extremists? Here in the U.S. you get killed by Jews, Catholics, Lutherans, Presbyterians, and Methodists. Yes, I did notice Baptists abstain from the "action," and as for a "Chinese Christian Church," that's a bit like yet another rotten c--- USAF girl wanting food from the Middle East on FRIDAY. Finally, I asked the smiling counter girl, "Are you Muslims?" She smiled and said, "No, we're Lebanese Christians."
As Dr. Hood said of my 1975 disinterest in the Langley, VA Central Intelligence Agency, "That figures." What was the name of that bar near SAINT LOUIS UNIVERSITY where my grad school classmates just had to go on FRIDAY night? Damn, I forgot, but it is probably still there, like the EAGLETON COURTHOUSE, right? Right! How about those late 1980's stops at SOULARD'S, again on FRIDAY night? That drab old spook at the bar looked mighty bored, and sports fans, some things never change.
Gosh, grandma's "rebel' church was mighty crowded, you-know-who was in the last year of his life, and don't you know I am trying to recover that memory? Be it children molested, or alleged abducted by E.T. people, don't I know from my illegally seized truckload of psych books recovered memories are tricky business. That said, there is an old dude in the pew in front of us, to the left of grandma, with longish hair and a beard, wearing a gray suit. But is he tall enough?
Leave it to Ode, the magazine "For Intelligent Optimists" to really piss me off. "KIRK BOYD?" (Try the first name of my ex's possibly fictional new hubby + the last name of my Missouri Department of Mental Health computer gal they called a "sharp," who was always out on leave with a "sick baby.") Was that "spy talk?" Why were my initials taken off the Microsoft Word documents that served-up the team's minutes from my computer? Why was the name "MARK FELCHA" recorded as the computer's author of the documents when it was me? Where is the FUJI camera card where I took a "screen shot" of this madness before the United States Intelligence Community ran me out of another of what I call a "W-4/W-2 job, which despite what VANDENBERG CUCKOO-BIRDS may say, is the only way I've ever earned a buck? How about my "replacement" in a primarily female profession walking like me with the same height & weight? Where's my two boxes I left behind, Governor Nixon? Why does the "emon" server not reject my old DMH e-mail address? Why did the Missouri State Trooper (ret.) who challenged the state's e-mail tomfoolery lose his case? No standing? What is the legal standing of state e-mail? What is reality? Why am I standing on "T.O." streetcorners nearly being hit my nutcases in their BLACK suv's, when surely someone (and don't I know who) saved a copy of my e-mail and "Dr. Q's," too.
Who cares? Mitt & Tagg do, don't they? What I know from Ode is, Mr. Boyd wants: a) No war(s); b) Zero poverty; and c) A "sustainable planet" by 2048. Freedom from fear? When governments today exist primarily to lay some on you? Freedom for the environment? What? Does that mean I'm going to jail for whipping weeds? ("Dubyah" had better not clear any more brush in Crawford). Freedom from want? Hey, I'm currently and bizarrely homeless/houseless cock----er, and get outta my face, please. Freedom of religion? [CENSORED, UNTIL MR. HUGHES HAS A DUB CROUCH "HOT MIKE" AND MANY CITIZENS ASSEMBLED] Hint: "Oh my God, it's the ghost of EUGENE DEBS, and he's turned Republican! Run! Run for cover!!!" Freedom of speech? Mafia! Mafia! They don't talk too much, and they will control your geopolitical entity, if they don't already.
It looks grim, but as a fellow St. Louisian once sang, "Don't worry, be happy." At least until you hear that emergency zzzit, zzzit, zzzit on the radio, the air raid sirens go off in a wailing pattern, and please, under no circumstances should you blame World War III on me. Did you say MOUNTAIN VIEW, CALIFORNIA is gone? My kingdom for a server!
"Holy shit! The synopsis of #9 just came to me along with a role for C[ ], if she wants it. You f---s read minds, watch through optic nerves, you are screwed, and you know it. That said, the sequel is purrrfect, in that it mirrors what is really going on down in Argentina now, Fernandez will, I hope, go ape---- (as we said in our youth), and want us down there for sure, and I am not even writing the plot of #9 down until the
INK IS DRY ON A DEAL (not a drug deal, moron, a MOVIE DEAL)."
HUGHES AIRCRAFT COMPANY (1950's)
HUGHES AIRCRAFT/GENERAL MOTORS (1985)
MCDONNEL DOUGLAS (1960's & 1970's)
GENERAL DYNAMICS (1980's & 1990's)
NORTHRUP GRUMMAN (2x) (Time of employment unknown)
MARTIN MARIETTA (Currently Employed)
LOCKHEED (1970's & 1980's)
TELEDYNE ((1970's & 1980's)
Hail! Hail! the gang's all here! And, they are acting super-crazy, not me. May I go home now? May I make a movie now? May I go home, then make a move in ST. PETERS, MISSOURI? K & J will serve refreshments for the cast and crew, won't they? Sure they will! My "computer guy" lives out there, and he can do stuff to it make it work better. And, as a bonus, he won't steal the damn thing, now will he? As for the "run for president" thing, I promise not to launch anything until I have the proper authorization.
Hey Old Mafia, despite what you think, there is consensus in front of the Dollar Tree & Ralph's, and that is, you've got to go. Whether you go to hell of Club Fed is not up to me--yet. I see unmet human service needs all over the place, consistent with a lot of charities, many faith-based, that serve an ever-expanding army of poor, elderly, and non-white. I am not an angry, white, middle-class man, I am just plain angry, and a f---ing trillionaire. Forming a "non-profit" and paying yourself six figures to "look good?" I thought that went out of style during the 1990's, but some scams never die.
Got a bank? Why not take T.A.R.P money and pass your losses on to customer in the form of ever-higher fees? Q: What was an "Insufficient Funds" fee for bouncing a check when Mr. Hughes started working at the bank? A: $5.00. Q: What was the overdraft fee when Mr. Hughes stopped working at the bank? A: $7.00. "5" & "7"? Were "they" trying to tell me something in 1980? Not funny at all.
Nope, and what I will tell anybody lawful who will listen is, the little holes in my "Black Diamond" brand jacket, and my hand, were likely drilled by particle beams, I believe from a space-based TORTURE PLATFORM. More computing power = more potent black magic, and given "they" don't like my Orange predisposition, the bottle of Simply Orange O.J. shattering with no "normal" stress on it is a "not so tough to figure" clue. Yes, the nasty, should be banned immediately forces are getting more powerful.
And, to really stir-up the addicted to Coast to Coast a.m. masses, how about a rat that died right in front of me, lay still & stiff for [REDACTED] minutes, then got up and ate some of my generic, Dollar Tree, made in Chesapeake, Virginia, Nacho Cheese corn chips? Now we're talking weapons, not "spy toys," and this is beyond my silly blog serious, because I saw what I saw, I am a V71.09 reporter, mental health lynch mob, 100% credible, and let's not think about what you could do with that technology if it is possible to go from rat brain to human.
"Stern," like Howard? I've been trying to marry-off a whopper spyin' girl to Howard Stern for years, but he's not divorced yet, is he? Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match...I'm turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so... No, I'm turning Jewish, and that's why I am so sure Mr. Stern ought to get off my satellites with that smut of his, and settle down with the girl I have in mind for him.
From where does "Erica Weed Stern" hail? "Hailing frequency open, Captain" And, the "message?" "Bones! Have you got that batch of antipsychotic medicine ready for the 2010 a.d. LA water yet?" "Aye, aye, Captain!" "Very good. Spock, you're with us. Three to beam down."
SCROUGH, WIL SCROUGH. No, it is not pronounced "screw," like the objects in my cheap Chinese tires--more than once. Hail to the Chief? "Hit it once, son, and we're not going to hear that song again for four years, or three and a half, if I can get away with a quick economic "fix," and quit, like Nixon, only under some vastly better circumstances.
"USAF, you're no RAF," to rip-off the famous, but you're an idiot and don't know what I'm talking about LLOYD BENSTEN line. Yes, after 4-5 years of what we mental health professionals call "processing," I'm certain I can separate, with a very high, don't argue with me in court or you lose, rational certainty, what was real, what was a normal biologically-produced dream, and what was a high-tech movie set. "This ain't Capricorn One, son," I might well say to a garden variety spyin' Ding-Dong.
So, for all blackmail experts, religious extremists (esp. Anti-Catholics), drug hounds, key-rattlers (Q: What does that mean? A: You're an moron), miscellaneous Nixonian CREEP creeps, and more mundane creeps & kooks, here's your Hughes "Real & Not Real" tally:
1. A pack of UFO's over LAKE CAYUGA (1986)
2. Flying Triangles (2007-2008)
1. The "Propulsion System" [keep guessing until you go nuts, not me]
2. UFO over KETTLEMAN CITY, CALIFORNIA (2008)
To estimate the speed of REAL #2, for my written report, I multiplied a commercial jet's speed by a factor of 4 or 5, whereas the RAF says 12,000 m.p.h.
They would know.
Going Mad Max, are we? May I have that big machine gun "they" showed me in San Mateo, mounted on an old, white, Toyota Corolla? Hey Hollywood, I hope I'm kidding, but you are all so damn sex & drug-crazed, I'm not sure.What's the daily insurrection about today? Aw, who cares?
This nation's troubles are generational, as we can see from the following real-life transcript from deep inside the corrupt senior center.
FIVE...FOUR...THREE...TWO...ONE.....What is a Raytheon?
OLD MAN = OM
OLD LADY = OL
OM: "What's for lunch today?"
OM: "That's what she always says."
OL: "What would we do without chicken?"
OM: "Eat turkey, I guess."
[flash forward, cue Hail to the Chief]
PRESIDENT HUGHES: "Social Security Retirement? What are you talking about? We're flat broke."
Meanwhile, out in the cold, among the underclass:
WILLIAM = W
GEORGE = G
W: "I see you around a lot. What's your name?"
W: "You were in the LUTHERAN SS program. You must be homeless."
G: "Why do you think I sit around the library all day?"
And, don't forget the youthful California "psycho-under-caste," not even eighteen years-old, but already forgotten by "The System."
HUGHES = H
CALIFORNIA YOUTHS = CY
H: "What should I do about that guy? He follows me everywhere."
CY: "Does it look like he wants to whup ass?"
H: "No, I think he's too crazy."
CY: "Just ignore him."
[cue Hail to the Chief with compact disc skipping sounds]
Yes, it was MR. SOFTIE about 6 p.m., and TASTY FREEZE at 8. Was dinner in between? Maybe, maybe not, given mom's appetite for Librium, because intelligence agency scum were "successful" with her, not with me. Take note, DIRTBAG/WHORE/.mil KILLER. Yes, Mr. Softie had a bell, Tasty Freeze played music, and that is where I developed a taste for little soft-serve ice cream cones.
I don't eat them anymore, because I discovered this means something to Mafia types. F--- you, go to hell, and thanks, "Nicky," for the bowl of real, full fat ice cream with still-frozen blueberries and strawberry slices. I was indeed about to blow a BP gasket (meaning the British oil company or blood pressure--take your pick). Kim's little sister is...what? I'm not running a gossip column, I'm running for president.
Is that clear?
All spies worth a damn know the story. In 1979, a wise political science professor said fascism was like a cold-blooded frog being boiled in a pot. By the time the frog realizes the water is too hot, he's paralyzed, and can't get out. Did she really say, in 2005, "My frog died." I got the "message," but was busy fighting one of those colon-ripping viruses our intelligence agency nutcases like to put in my coffee. Have I stopped drinking coffee? No. "OCD?' No, and do I have to eat food off of your dirty carpet to illustrate? As a rather obvious Mafia Man said at the senior center as he motored past one day, "Cheapest cup of coffee in town." Got a dissenting view? Let's hear it, weenie. Does "Mitt" do this? (whatever "it" is) How about "Jeb?" Mik-e Huckabee? Where are those 2008 photos of me chatting with the clean-cut "Huckabee kids?" Never mind.
I would sure like to see my copy of Bertram Gross' Friendly Fascism, because I do not have ESP (but maybe Professor Gross did), I am not from outer space, crazy Christians have no need to lay their hands on me, and how I did what I did in the early hours of 08.07.10, I do not know, but the rational explanation is I have very good hearing, hence one of many careers I was not allowed to pursue was as a recording engineer.
Q: Who was living next door to you, Mr. Hughes, on 911 St. Rita Avenue in Clayton, Missouri as you wrote Gangster Nation?
A: A U.S. Army rifleman.
Q: Did you change anything you wrote because of his presence?
Q: Did you know you were Howard Hughes' grandson at the time?
Q: Where is the book available?
A: Unauthorized copies are available in China and Russia.
Q: Why is it not available in the United States?
A: I don't know. Ask someone in the Obama Administration.
May I run for president now?
Did that big RODENT, who never worked at the FAA one day in his life, and does not know Uncle Ralph, just say, "Promises, promises," at CPU #3, Goebel Senior Adult Center, Computer Lab, Thousand Oaks, California? I'm so ashamed of my not criminally liable "plan," I shall share it in a few minutes. You see, I really am Howard Hughes' grandson, I really am running for president, and I'm trying to make a f---ing movie, if you don't mind. Oh, I can't? Why did I bitch last Sunday that I could not remember DREW BARRYMORE's name, then she's on the front page of http://www.imdb.com/, a place I go often, since I don't really know any glittering H-town people yet. However, they all know me, and have been writing songs, making movies, and fussing about me in abstentia for many years--decades even.
Yes, JOE WALSH made fun of the bass player (Dan S.) from you-know-what-rock band. "Just another band from North County," in St. Louis, Missouri, right MOON UNIT ZAPPA? Moon Unit, I'll be looking for you and your momma, because I think there is at least audio, and maybe video, of the Zappa/St. Louis show (1975?) where the late Frank, Flo, and Eddie were making fun of 'po boy Hughes (me) right in front of me, as spies tend to do. What was the name of that Flo & Eddie album we played the crap out of on SIXTH Street, in beeutiful St. Charles, Missouri, 1977-1978?
Moving Targets? What does that mean? What does that mean? It means Mark & Howard got out of the band before...never mind. Where do they remaster those discs? CANADA! What did the border guard say to Hughes with four witnesses? "Mr. Hughes, now don't go buying up Canada." What did I say? What did I say? "I won't do that. Prime Minister Harper would be unhappy with me." Who was on the U.S. side of the bridge? Why that would be U.S. Marines. Unarmed at home, a bit too trigger-happy in "Sand Nigger" land, and son, don't you know you will hang from the neck until you are dead if I get in that damn White House? Lethal Injection? Are you kidding? So cruel and inhuman!
Oh, the people who, as I like to say, "Live for their spying" hear me say it loud: "Little Timmy McVeigh's of the future get fried, while President Hughes golfs 9 holes, because "we" proved at TOWER Tee, i cannot hit that f---ing little ball and make it go straight. Or very far, although an occasional good, straight drive is like "spy crap." Just enough incentive to make me waste time & money trying to be a better golfer. I did, however, brag to an old couple at the Goebel "Seizure Center" that I can get 'em up and out of the sand trap to the green. The lady who was said to be a champion golfer in her day looked at me and said, "but you're not supposed to be in the sand trap"
Yes, another big "Duh," because she was correct, and boasting about the wrong thing can get you into trouble in American politics, which is why I sit around and let all of you 1947 system killers do your little tap dance and snitch on each other--or whatever you do-- and wait. It's like dad at the Rexall Drugs, my ex-wife at the Clinique Counter...like that.
Zzzzzzzzzz.....did you say something? What are you talking about? Speak the King's English, please!
My Cleopatra? Hughes' "Cleo" was a chronic mental patient who would come in my office @ 5351 Delmar, St. Louis, MO 63132 and say, "I'm God." Know what, USA? Maybe she was, right JOAN OSBORNE? God could be anyone, but let's make one thing RMN "perfectly clear." My roommates--spy guys one and all--on SIXTH Street gave up the, "He thinks he's the president" Mafia lie in early 1978, so that won't work.
Names, please. Your Honor, I want names. Who is the counter help guy at MCDONALD'S, a mutant way too dumb to know the meaning of the word, who several moths ago, said something about the USA becoming "totalitarian." Then, last weekend, he addressed me as, "Mr. President." Hey spyin' Sheriff Department, names please. And, how about the virulently anti-immigration, anti-"welfare," Mexican guy, who for literary & legal purposes I've nicknamed the "Just for Men® Jet-Black Hair Man," yet another of the Harass Hughes Cavalcade™ @ GOEBEL SENIOR ADULT CENTER, who, once more, addressed me as, "Mr. President."
Resolved, not funny. No more joking, and maybe no further aspiring to make movies.
ONE MORE TIME, "DARK SIDE" KILLERS:
I AM RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT.
I AM THE BEST QUALIFIED CANDIDATE (thus far).
I INTEND TO WIN.
C'MON CROW...ONE, TWO, THREE.....
MAFIA, YOU'RE SO IN JAIL!!!
p.s. Does Jeb or Mitt have to do this? no.
"We may well wonder, in view of the precedents now established, whether constitutional government as hitherto maintained in this Republic could survive another great war even victoriously waged."
What does the NSA do when you make a mistake? If it is an honest one, I guess they "Go away" [in my case so Russians can wreck my car before I toss little water bottles at Ft. Meade's very obvious surveillance vans]. "What does he mean? What does he mean?" cry the spies. I mean that when I told you-know-who when Richard Nixon was zonked on prescription drugs, drinking heavily, and talking to White House ghosts, he was "Haigized." What did I get out of that? A snotty, "You sound like you know him personally." No, I did not know "Al," but he knew me, and may he rest in peace, because RMN was, in fact, "Schlesingerized." I stand corrected, and will write more on how the same fellow (Schlesinger) has corrected the USAF recently, and please, let's cut the Mafia drama regarding whether I will be around to do so.
Except, of course, as with BRIGHTON & JONESBORO Illinois, make gunshot sounds. Hey, poorly skilled spies, that popping the brown bag routine goes back to Catholic grade school, and until, appropriately enough, "07," I did not know why you idiots did it. Anti-Catholicism, still? I'll return fire and say the "non-Denominational Christian" needs to pick a denomination, or lose his or her tax exemption. Let's rumble, shall we? But always in the context of, "have a nice day."
Thanks to all "legal" terrorists who think it is okay to hassle Mr. Hughes. Did all of you rodents enjoy looking at my digital pictures of the Federal prison under construction in Los Banos? I thought it was kind of frightening, until I met all of you nutcases "On the street." Now, I'm going to get elected, and build 1000 of them, if necessary, because I taught the USA's Civics Class to, yes, 7th Graders, and am I ever pissed to find Mafia(s) run the world. I run UK, and then USA? The truly Free World's "Offer you can't refuse" will move off the silver screen to geopolitics. We now continue with the blog piece delayed by criminal pranksters and a stupid BBQ, and yes, it was Jackson Browne who rhymed "Hughes" with "barbecues," in a very good recording from Looking East, released in 1996. Hey, LA policeman, I have a copy in the illegally seized PENSKE TRUCK, don't I? What do you idiots want? Mafia--they don't talk too much.
I've never "hated" any person, but when it comes to California--a "place name"--good God above, do I ever hate California. No "briefing?" There must be two "they's" at play, because the other "they" told me in 1971, and it was Bill to Bill communication , because the speaker's name was "Bill," and he said, "Bill, don't ever go to California. You won't like it." Understatement? May "we" call the undertaker for my many enemies I don't even know? Not yet? Eight (8) years of psy-op torture? (Don't say I didn't get shot with microwave energy in Newbury Park, because PG&E maybe put that thing up on the pole, and will happily turn you in, whoever you are). Indeed, maybe Hollyscummywood is yielding, because there's more than one reason to film an H-town movie in Mississippi. I said, "cheaper," and let's leave it at that, for now, shall we? Don't I love that www.imdb.com? It allows me to say things like, "She really was on Baywatch!" Yes, I'm not dead yet, and planning on making some movies. FLASHBACK!!!
Here come the judge, here come the judge! On the parking lot of the WALGREENS in Keene, New Hampshire? Aw, policeman had already pulled me over, and Mafia! Mafia! sharpies knew that I was in a different county, so it is always, "Let's put him in the loony bin." Right? Wrong!!! Here's how it went:
JUDGE: (pointing at a HUGHES 2008 bumper-sticker) "Who is this Hughes?"
HUGHES: "That's me."
JUDGE: "You're running for president?"
HUGHES: "Yes, I am."
That was the end of the "Parking Lot Psychiatric Evaluation," and where is Walgreens headquartered? CHICAGO (Mafia! Mafia!). They like $$$ don't they? Sorry to rain on Murder Inc.'s parade, but I'm getting a bit "grandiose," because "Miami Man" is pretty chainsaw buff, so he might be the ATF character in #1 of the "Rita" trilogy, if he wants it, and can deal with me as a first-time director. Don't worry, as a spy in the know already confused me in 2005, when she said, "Bill, you already know how to make the movie." That puzzled me until June, 2007, when I saw my twin in the Boeing Race Plane photo. No wonder my murdered by the U.S. intelligence community mom kept a blue & red blazer in my closet, and dear old dad had a trophy just like the one in Howard Hughes' hand.
I'm the director, I'm the boss, I'm running for president, and will you please shut up?
Thanks, and have a nice day.
p.s. Don't say too much if you are dying in a "hospice," because don't you know the nurses and social worker are spying on you? Secret police? Not any more, dumbass. This is "Dollar Bill," and money talks. Dollars, Pounds, Euros, Yuan etc, etc. etc.
Did "they" effect another stoppage of breathing on 08.18.10? Yes, "they" did, so I told my accomplice how they do it, and ordered the "news" to be spread throughout "The Valley," and I don't even know or care what that territory comprises. However, that valley may be FRANK Z.'s "valley," and "Valley Girl" was his only hit, along with FM wee-wee tune, "Don't Eat the Yellow Snow." Huh? The man was a genius, and that sold? Welcome to USA, and of course, his base was in California. Did a spy really come running down the steps and demand to know what Frank's "Muffin Man" was?
"Good night Austin, wherever you are!" Rock music fans, why did he yell that? Because Frank encamped toward the back of the stage, and did not even see your stoned-to-the-bone faces in the crowd. Hughes in Austin? Let's don't go there, let's go to court in the following geopolitical locations, after noting this crap goes back so far, Zappa is hollering about a "Howard" and poor sound system quality in 1975 St. Louis, Missouri, when I am in the audience and trying to build-up a business in the audio reinforcemnt trade. For the record, we spurned the "Crown" amplifiers for Phase Linear.
Selling drugs at the rock show? Hardly. My Navy buddy I attended that one with was later given a movie script choice of Navy or jail, and he chose the former. What kind of U.S. Navy do you get with that kind of help, asks "Admiral Willie's" descendant, me, in 2010. May I run for president now, or do I have to overthrow the United States Government? Like the Jack Benny routine of old, "I'm thinking about it," but in the meantime, let us dream of many hungry lawyers working for Mr. Hughes in the following geopoliticallocations: When is the Goebel Senior Adult Center staff being read their Miranda rights?V
MERRIMACK COUNTY, NEW HAMPSHIRE
MONTGOMERY COUNTY, MARYLAND
MADISON COUNTY, ILLINOIS
ST. LOUIS CITY, MISSOURI
ST. LOUIS COUNTY, MISSOURI
CAPE GIRARDEAU COUNTY, MISSOURI
COLE COUNTY, MISSOURI
LOS ANGELES COUNTY, CALIFORNIA
VENTURA COUNTY, CALIFORNIA (often...very often)
Hey world outside of terrorist USA, why is their $5 bill purple? EVERYTHING is being done (assault, robbery, terroristic attacks, etc.) TO KEEP THE REAL WILLIAM CHARLES HUGHES OFF THE INTERNET. What does "barbecue" mean to you? Please share, before I get elected, go on a prison building binge, and PUT YOU IDIOTS IN PRISON FOR A LONG TIME. I am told the "kook barbecue" that is interfering with my line-of-sight on my only possessions that have not been stolen ends at 2:00 pm. pt. We'll continue then, right killer spies? Right!
"Good engineers solve big problems with complex solutions you could never understand. Great engineers apply such simple solutions that you can't believe you didn't figure them out yourself."
Written at the Methodist Church at Janss & Windsor, Thousand Oaks, California, USA on 03.14.09. Given I am, to use the old language, "Without mental disease or defect," I think I am fully qualified to direct one of thescreenplays I wrote, six and one-half of which were penned without knowing of my ancestry. Insisting I'm "crazy," Mafia? Since the early 1970's, "mental" health has been moving away from "mental," to behavioral. In most states it is called a "mental disorder," and sorry, greedy kooks, this oil & aerospace man running for president does not have one. Denied legal counsel in the United States of America? For eight years? THIS IS A VALID WILL.
Drama! Drama! And, oh how the worldwide economy has fallen since I wrote the damn thing and attached my big oil revenue "giveaway" to...what? Capitalism, and its performance, so just who is sabotaging economic growth all over the world? Is Obama's daddy really dead? And, I'm afraid that is not a joke, son, though I wish it were. Let's kill him today, let's kill him on Friday, let's kill him on the 30th, let's kill him when the moon is full, let's give the girl a gun and.....how about let's cut the crap and get a Hughes campaign going before a rival politician's plane crashes, and the .gov Cucko-Birds try to blame it on me, like in Mao's China.
We now go to a 100% sane, not ranting at all blog piece I wrote on 08.12.10. I tried to post it on 08.14.10, but got only the first paragraph up before you all started acting crazy, and today, "they" are really acting crazy. Must have something to do with bushels of faxes out to the MISSOURI STATE PATROL, RICHMOND HEIGHTS POLICE DEPARTMENT, UNIVERSITY CITY POLICE DEPARTMENT, PAGEDALE POLICE DEPARTMENT, JENNINGS POLICE DEPARTMENT, LADUE POLICE DEPARTMENT, and ILLINOIS STATE POLICE. (Those are in Missouri, California coked-up killer kook). Up next, THE NEW YORK STATE POLICE, via ANDREW CUOMO at the NEW YORK ATTORNEY GENERAL'S OFFICE. Then, my favorite (if I'm still alive), the MADISON, WISCONSIN POLICE DEPARTMENT. Who invented Starbucks? How about the fax machine? Never mind.
Did I really charm the NOVARTIS rep oh so long ago I don't recall his name? Don't blame BUSH/OBAMA torture, Hughes, you just plain forgot. How about ELI LILLY and the memo that forbade our nursing troops from taking too many pens & Post-Its? Didn't I call Lilly in Indianapolis while writing Shame of the Sane? Sure did, and as I clearly recall, hung-up on them when they tried to play me like I was suicidal, due to an excess of inquiry regarding their big moneymaker at the time, PROZAC.
No, dumb bitch, I'm the crisis worker, but what ELI LILLY may have known is, I'm HH 2.0, and at present, only "king" of some dunces and rejected Don's. ASTRA ZENECA? Hello, it was me near near your headquarters, totally by accident, after many 5300 Arsenal/Ward H consultations, and when I saw your building, that explained with certainty the motorcade of "Dark Side" civilians and .mil spooks.
Did a D.C. area .mil spook really ask if I wanted to hijack the nuclear command structure of USA? Why, I should have called the local policeman, but I did not have time to check the MD/DC/VA statutes regarding civil v. criminal options for total nutcases. Long intro this was to NOVARTIS' "smart pills" and PHILIPS "intelligent pills." Data transmitted from my tummy? Please pass the TUMS, and believe it or not, the factory used to be right next to the ballyard in St. Louis for Whitey Herzog's convenience. I should have known I was a "target" of a spy ring when I was told ballplayers were being traded due to "cokenoses," not substandard batting averages.
Didn't I hear the female half of a spy couple at the Colinga, California MOTEL 6 say, "I read his first book, but not the second." Yes, Shame of the Sane was/is the first one, and it tells you, albeit tangentially, all about why "smart pills" are a bad idea, and an even worse one when the gov'ment gets interested in whether you are taking your pills or not. that's between you and your physician--period. Oh, it would be "secure," and "confidential?"
Hey UK & USA, I do not know much about computers, but if you are stupid enough to take a "smart" pill of the future, sure as you're born, an intelligent neighbor kid, age 12 or 13, will exclaim, "Mrs. Mitchell's so full of shit, she's taking a stool softener!"
Barnes & Noble is going out of business, per the WSJ via Yahoo? USA, better run for the Canadian crooks at BORDERS, before all books are banned!!! Or, is book burning the "plan," and brother, it is THAT bad. Good thing BP and TR are maybe helping poor Mr. H--it's about time, gentlemen. The Canadian border guard did not say it in front of four witnesses? Yes he did, and it is long past time to.....what? GO TO COURT!!! ready for Watergate 10x excitement? Don't say "crazy," I'll say "I do," and I am NOT getting married, Mafia, to nobody (excuse me..."no one." Time to clean-up the grammar, as I AM RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT, NAZI/COMMIE/ANARCHIST boys & girls, and the chief border guard/Hughes-search man did say, "Now Mr. Hughes, don't go buying up Canada."