Q: "What is the only store in the humble trillionaire's "Ralph Cart Range" to open after dozens have closed in Thousand Oaks, California? (Something about a recession).
A: "A matress store."
Getting a bit "mobby?"
Is President Negro blocking the claim on what is mine? Does Hughes prefer to watch the Lakers or Clippers? The correct answer is "Clippers," and spies, it does not mean anything, save the fact I like underdogs. Me? Underdog? Mafia(s) with butts bloodied on less than $1,000 in "spare change" over the past 18 months? What if I had the capital? I'm never getting what is rightfully mine? No judicial process whatsoever? Not even a lift to the corrupt policeman's station? "What do you want?" I ask all day long, and get no mafia! mafia! answer. Would you prefer I take the device pictured above and put it in the club up top? BOOM! My Civil War 2.0 was a screenplay, but you kooks want to make it real? UPS--spyin' on me since they got my Social Security Number in 1972.
Who suggested a "summer job" at the big brown turd? My vice president! No wonder Hillary girl is looking better to Darkie #1. May I run with the elepahants and kick their asses?
"Let's go live to the White House, where a man who was shouting obscenities has been detained after hopping the fence. Burt, what can you tell us?"
"Lance, it's a man in his 50's, with long hair and a black jacket, who went over the gate at about 6 a.m. this morning shouting about a "Bloom." We don't know if that's a reference to a flower, or not. The man was also hostile to the president, but a witness walking his dog said he screamed that he was not after president Obama, it was this "bloom," what ever that means."
"Kinda crazy, isn't it Burt?"
"Well, there's a long and storied history of White House gate jumpers, and typically some type of mental illness is involved."
"Thanks for the update. Later, we'll be talking to John Travolta and Miley Cyrus about statutory rape law in California."
Does anybody have an AK Forty [like North Forty Drive, where I worked at AAA...I really did, and LANCE was the 11-7 overnight dispatcher, whereas here in "T.O." Lance was.....never mind.
Like "Karnac the Magnificent," eh girls? I've got a CA Lotto ticket too, and e-mail 'a comin' on the winning numbers. Don't you know I'd return from Missouri to find the lady who gave me the ticket if it won? Scoundrels! Sociopaths! Drunks! Cokeheads! Potheads! You talkin' about my political "base?" Palin, why don't you shut the f*** up!
During a break from the nearby Truman Presidential Library, could "we" locate the one on the left? It's just like the Spuds KcKenzie girl I investigated for civil commitment, then found on U-Tube. She indeed was the girl dancing with Spuds on the left.
I was told I'm "Hanging on by threads" by someone who must have studied psychology, then it appeared the KC mini L-berg mafia swung into action with an event called "Bingo for Boobies" to help with breast cancer I can cure, once the gates of the "HHMI" are breached by its rightful owner/bossman/writer guy/candidate for president. Unlike Hughes Network Systems, LLC where I freely roamed near the grounds, I figured Hughes Medical was good for its double-digit billion dollar endowment and a demolition team, so why bother "skulking" around there? Want the punch line? In Thousand Oaks, California, it's just "Bingo for Boobs," and there's nothing charitable about it.
AND NOW, THE REGULARLY SCHEDULED RANT
I hear Roswell, New Mexico is becoming quite the tourist trap. JOHN MACK's passing was noted at 11019 #109, because I did wonder why the ex was tanned like a goddess and hiking in New Mexico, of all places. True! And, don't you know the nuns were at it again by rigging my 5th Grade almost the whole letter grade project on a state in the USA. Mine? Procrastinator like Howard I am, so the bottom of the barrel yielded <gasp> New Mexico. And, Mr. President Negro, who stole my hard work, even back then? Ring-up you know who on your Blackberry and find out, please.
Up all night were me & me mum, cutting & pasting. That, and a crinminal USAF guy sponsoring Scott AFB "pot luck(s)"are the reasons I don't like National Geographic too much. Upper middle classes had that mag on their shelves, and were given oil companies, whereas poor CEH was lucky to have the Globe Democrat and Post Dispatch delivered to the door. Did I really look at my parents' tax records? You bet I did! How about "bug" their bedroom? Yes sir, General Dickhead! And I'm not the real one? Try a job and a direct deposit instead of money laundering, duffel bags full of 100's, and extortion. Or, is that extort, then you get the bag of cash? Ask Mitt Romney, as I would not know.
Who sold us that house? A "Mr. Riggs?" On what streeet, "Puzzle Boy?" HINT: She was Hungarian, the big hit was "Lay Down," and in the EU, son, they do move the borders occasionally, such that grandma's home town used to be in Austria, but now it's Hungary, becasue I got A's in geography, so I can read a map. Odd it is, that Soldier Boy's Internet maps do not seem to feature my "heritage," but my atlas in the seized <skip, skip, skip> PENSKE truck does.
Papa had me looking up what? Ellis Island data, and now I'm supposed to think an "Ellis" employed by a retiring U.S. Senator is going to come to my aid? Look out! Hit the deck! Flyin' saucer! Flyin' triangle! What's her first name? Same as the do-nothing case manager at BJC Behavioral Health who sat between my cubicle and the photocopier. No, I was not copying my book manuscript they should have been proud of, Shame of the Sane, on company toner. "Bill," was a better community mental health worker than sliced Wonder Bread, but what was that new bosses' name? Same as a county prosecutor?
Oh Lord! Then I went "downtown," and was not the boss, again? Who was? A dick "Tracey?" She did not know what she was doing, but don't we all love the boss who freely admits it? I helped as best I could, and was never put in the "Gilbert Detention Center," a very small room where the workers were sent if they were too busy spying to provide much documentation on our mentally ill clients. Did they really put a ledge-jumper out there, and what did I say? "I'm too busy for that shit," and I stand by my statement. The St.L firemen dutifully came up the steps when it got worse, and I recall saying, "What the f*** is wrong with that case manager to where she can't get the damn client off our ledge? I'm getting the f*** out of here."
Then, as I departed, what did it look like on the outer stairwell?
A lot like the NYC Firemen going up the steps of the WTC, as featured on BBC News.
Firemen? What firemen?
Oh, I'd love to post as fast as Soldier Boy and Mafia(s) can play on their translucent heads-up screens and cloud computers, but I already wrote something days ago. May I type it now? May I urinate on porcelain? Thanks.
Did I save an H-Series Saint Louis Federal Reserve Note (not counterfeit) with rather obvious "number code" directed at me? Yes, CA spooks, stalkers, and external locus of control automatons, the real life Secret Service does care about me, but not because I threatened anybody, and not because I'm running for president (way too early), it is because of THE MONEY. We're talkin' big oil & aerospace money, you little turd. This is "Daddy Warbucks," and to quote a local wise-ass, "They either want to f### you, or kill you." Thanks, like I did not already know that.
Is gay sex legal or not? Is pot legal or not? Is the budget balanced or not? I'm running for governor, but not on hughesforgovernorin28days.wordpress.com, because as I predicted to myself, it took half the time to make the damn blog work right. May I read Prop. 25 in its entirety? Hey Whitman, may I buy HP and dump all the computers in the Pacific Ocean? No? Little liberal pet fishies will be harmed? There's mercury in the motherboard? Who gives a rat's ass, when the whole 1947 National Security Act rationale was to, put bluntly, kill people and get away with it. Oh yeah, that means "U.S. Persons" in their scrubby-bubble Main Street homes as well.
Another T.O. Q&A:
H: "Why do these people rattle keys in your ears?"
B: "They're trying to drive you nuts."
TRUTH! Amazing! Awesome!
Mafia! Mafia! Dropping little balls on the counter? Dropping coins on the floor? Trying to get at something without speaking the King's English? IT WILL NOT WORK, AND SINCE LATE JUNE, 2010, AFTER COMPLETING hughes screenplay #8, I'VE BEEN MERELY WASTING TIME, AND WILL NOT TOLERATE IT ANY MORE.
Who's going to jail?!!!!! You CA Cuckoo-Birds have heard it with your little extra-perceptual ears for long enough, and don't you all think it is "cute" that the black & white cop car is still worthy of running from, if you have a need to scram when the policeman draws near. Uh huh. Meet WILLIAM V. Meet The Royal Policeman. Spy? Are you nuts? This is Dollar Bill, motherf~~~er! I LEAD>>>YOU FOLLOW, OR GET OUT OF MY WAY.
You, whatever your real name is, do not want to live like me. Stock prices on Yahoo? The closing price is different every time. What plane crashed in November, 2001? Where did it crash? William had differnt news on BBC, for real. How about that post-man made hurricane police shooting in New Orleans? My HP computer's version = 12 dead, no consequences. The Economist said, in 2010, 2 dead and many rotten cops headed to prison. What a difference a few years makes!
Color Kooks! Did you know our/your U.S. Navy resisted the use of radios for a long time and navigated fleets using muticolored flags? Who told me that? THE GUY WHO RAN MY AIRCRAFT COMPANY! What was Howard doing? Wouldn't you like to know, man married to a man cock-ucker! Doggie Poop Scoopers! "They" murdered my Aunt Doris, an avid dog walking, dog breeding, dog showing girl. Why? No "shit" in my head, but I can hear it now: "You can't let Bill be running around with a bunch of spy sluts, and not tell him a damn thing! Tell him something, before he gets his ass killed!
Oh, so you are all so Mafia, and you are not getting "greased?" Never? Never ever? What was one of my slogans in New Hampshire, where I'm not allowed to run for president again? We'll see about that, cheap drug racket jackasses. Says who? SLOGAN: "The man who thinks he's never going in the hole, is the next one in line." Think about it, rich crime dogs. They killed your dog? Not you, at least. My new category of Californian? Meet the "Brain-Jacked Zombie," and this is not a movie.
brief addendum: As for an old docudrama "starring" me--CAUGHT!--flying a DC-10 that crashed with all aboard dead, "we" will get to it. And you? You lousy, gay, gawking, sinky little two-bit stalker.....[INSERT A MOE HOWARD LINE FROM YOUR FAVORITE SHOW, The Three Stooges]
You must know, as do I, the behavior of "Good Old Boys" in Jefferson City. You must know Bill Gardner, like me. And, you must know the location of every DUNKIN' DONUT shop in New Hampshire. Now, get to work!
Never enough time, so you all know where this came from. Is there a God? Look at that OG Cover, and USPS spies, how long did Mrs. Hughes and I subscribe? Free? Did you say "free?" You talkin' to me? May I purchase a natural right, please?
Spent 9:15 - 9:23 saying "pen cap" over & over b/c it seemed to "disappear"-- the BLUE ONE, natch. D[ ] has nicknamed B[ ] "Vulture Boy," over the behavior toward [A ] the girl who is either: A) Dissociative from trauma; B) Schizophrenia, Catatonic Type; C) Depressed; D) Loaded-up on meds; E) An actress. She's maybe a ride home on the "James Theory" meaning we DRIVE to MPC and get her a quickie appmt. with BJCBH. Spies may be surprised to see BJC/Downtown is the very first thing I'm doing on your blasted computer.
Dead in Go-Bell? B[ ] threatened my life with 2 witnesses 2x and NO ONE MOVED A MUSCLE. DAVE THE DRIFTER curses loud, tosses O.J. containers across the room & NO ONE EVEN TWITCHES. Dead body on the floor? TO THE COMPOST HEAP!
FROM THE RUB SALT IN WOUNDS DEPT.
#1 Crappy Hollyscummywood Flick = Paramount Paranormal
#2 Paramount Jackasses in 3D
#3 "Summit" is "Red?"
#4 What's up doc? WB is all "supernatural" with Clint?
May I have a rational conversation, please? For example: Where did the black Poker Player go who raised his hand when I said, from a different room, "You guys were plotting to kill Obama, weren't you?" Into the steaming compost heap, perhaps? Not right! Not legal, even in CA.
Who are all of those foreigners being allowed aboard my Space Shuttle? What are you Nazis doing on that damn ISS? They are nothing like the guy pictured above. I don't own Boeing? Let's go to court and see. Homework? Helicopters "gone" in 1983. Aircraft company "gone" in 1985. Satellites (ouch!) "gone" in 1987. Missiles "gone" in 1997. What's that cloud of red mist? It's another Mafia Man "gone." To paraphrase one of my helpers, "I've got drones and shit." Would you like a missile from the old "Hughes Family of Missiles" up your ass? Excuse me, I'm becoaming "grandiose," as I must get elected president before ordering your worthless, cocaine-peddling hide blown to kingdom come.
The what report? McDivitt? Like when you are not doing so well at...golf? Should I be murdered by a Cuckoo-Bird over the 10/23 & 10/24/2010 weekend, for homeless transgressions like talking to your supposed girlfriend, moving your homeless "stuff," or bucking the seniority program of, "I was [homeless] here first, been nice knowing you," and yes, it is nice knowing my alleged fact there has been no loss of life on the USA's Space Shuttle. Where are the 14 not dead astronauts? On the Master Race International Space Station? Could it maybe fall down like Skylab? Tell John & Karen I will not miss the party celebrating its "de-orbit" this time.
See hughesforgovernorin28days.wordpress.com when I have time to post the details. Meanwhile, may I defecate indoors? May I patronize Starbucks and look as normal as possible?Will you all leave me the f--- alone, or plan on a fabulous "vacation" to Saint Louis, Missouri. Girls, we shall go to the top of the Gateway Arch, and lunch at Cunetto's is eminently affordable. Free brewery tour? I don't drink, but why not try to get trashed on AB's tax write-off?
How are you all watching what I am doing on this "Farmer in the DELL" 755 computer @ 3:08 Pacific Time on 10.23.10? Why does the UPS fax machine date & time my faxes wrong? Why does the Word Press blog post the wrong date & time? Still chasing after time machines and space aliens? "They don't talk too much" is my continual editorial about Thousand Oaks, California. May I fire everyone at the United States Departmen tof Justice (cafeteria workers, maintenance people, & driver's, too) if I "occupy" the White House? May I bomb coca-producing states if I make president? Many, many, questions remain unanswered, like who will dare take me into their home to make the upcoming BAKER HUGHES conference call? Yes, I've got an invitation to my own oil company's tele-meeting. How nice! Al Gore and that hillbilly crook Bill Clinton said we would not have to drive to work anymore. Something about working from home, or "tele-commuting." This thought makes me want my computer with WINDOWS 95 back from "The Mob," as seen on TV, after I tell Baker Hughes, "This is the founder's great-grandson, William Charles Hughes." Will Officer Friendly ever help? Only in MO, I'm afraid. Guuurl, who's driving (fast)?
[Time of the bureaucratic bloodbath t.b.a. after I am allowed out of Thousand Oaks to campaign for president like a grown-up]
This was to be the second pic, but it "disappeared," just like downloads of RAF reports on <gasp> UFO's were blocked. Could you grow up? Get a job? I'm running for president, you little turd. What are all of the UFO sightings and testimonials of late about? KEEP HUGHES FROM HIS CASH. THAT'S IT...THAT'S ALL. And, how long have I been waiting for the "Space Alien and Sedition Act of 2011?" Maybe O-BAM-A is an E.T., and a "cover-up" has been effected, because I can't figure out how his black ass got there, but join me on the "other blog" as I defend him (again), because I am <gasp> honest and fair. What did the retired police officer say about my intent to run for president and be honest all of the time? ""You're gonna get your ass killed." Maybe; that's where I/we cry out, "Oil of Olay!"
ATTENTION ALL STUPID CALIFORNIA SPIES:
See my e-mail text to the NARA on:
Meantime, tell Gardner I almost want the "Tasker Boys" & NH knuckleheads back.
Q: "Where was Hughes when Anita raised her hand?"
A: "In a luxury hotel suite with certain high level state bureaucrats. I refuse, on the advice of my invisible attorney, to disclose the state."
Q: "What were you thinking at the time, Mr. Hughes?"
A: "Many things, like what are all of those boats doing out on the lake with people looking up at our luxury suite? Why is there not so bad soft porn on the cable TV? Why did the lady I drove to the conference have some sort of 'breakdown' and get carted away by the local mental health authorities, policeman, fireman, etcetera."
Q: "What did you say to these state bureaucrats?"
A: "I said their mental health system is a fraud. There is no choice, no one gets measurably better, the drugs have many side-effects, ECT (electro convulsive therapy) is like torture, etcetera. Basically, I sounded like a damn scientologist, only I had no money and was living with my father at the time."
Q: "Why were you living with your dad?"
A: "I could not find a damn job."
Q: Where did you try to get a job?"
A: "Thought I had one with BBB, got one with AAA. It was an inside joke, I believe."
Q: "What were the bureaucrats doing at the conference?"
A: "Drinking beer and having sex with each other."
Q: "Was this practice ever halted?"
A: "No, they do it every year."
Q: "Mr. Hughes, what state are we talking about? This is outrageous!"
A: "Pardon me, while I whisper to my invisible attorney....."
A.2: "We've decided on a bold strategy, like asking why the fictional PENSKE employee who was supposed to return my property to me was named "Hill," as was Anita Hill, the lady who snitched on Clarence Thomas, that old letch. In Bush 41 times, no one cared, did they? I had a Jewish professor named "Hill" as well. The professor in The Music Man is named "Hill," too, if memory serves me well. And, by the way, why has half of Ventura County, California taken the name "Williams" in honor of my political science professor at Lindenwood? What the hell was going on in Williams, California? The polar bear bar had already burned down by the time I got there--this is a fact. However, the Plano, Texas guys did try to abduct me with an aluuminum ladder; not smart, because I woke up and...
"OBJECTION! OBJECTION YOUR HONOR! Mr. Hughes is daring to put ex presidents of the United States behind bars!"