We Now Return To Our Regularly Scheduled Rant

Help! We'll work out a repayment schedule. e-z terms.

small case: Did you hear "Dave the Drifter" had a problem with his flaming gay/bi/who knows what he/it is motorbike? Don't blame it on me.

LARGE CASE: I'VE TOLD YOU SINCE THE LATE 1970's PAKISTAN'S NUKES ARE GOING TO BE A PROBLEM. DON'T BLAME IT ON ME, AND THAT'S NOT ESP.

Run! It's a Run on the Bank!

Bank failure in the USA? Capital idea! STOP BAILOUTS OF THIEVES!!!

mafia! mafia! Where did half of the "other" William go? Windy? Heart attack on an oil rig?

X-Z-5-89?

May we speak the King's English about you-know-what? How 'bout that Harry? A sneaky air strike controller he was in Afghanistan, until some reporter found out and snitched. Go Harry! Boo William! What did that helicopter buzzing the G0Bell look like this am? Like the one pictured above!!! Are you taking your medication? You'd better, buster.

How Dumb/Nuts Are They?

Quick Quiz:

Q: "How nuts are the stalkers that follow Mr. Hughes?"
A: Nuttier than Ronald, my mental patient, who spent all of his SSI money renting Bette Davis VHS tapes from SCHNUCKS, and tossed his TV in the dumpster, more than once. His favorite? The Snake Pit, of course. Here in Thousand Oaks, it's so bad, at first it was aviation they liked to babble about right in front of me, and now it's movie directors, because I set a deadline for script sales, and it passed--not me. Now, look for Hollywood Cried Poor: Five Screenplays by That Hughes, in book form. Did I win an argument about the longevity of the paper book with some CIA guy who "lost" the 9/11 hijackers in Thailand? Yes, I did! Books; we still hold them in our hands and read them, not batteries required. As we shall see soon in another venue, only I can do that. Why does a guy who stalks me have his phone ring like in one of my screenplays? Which one is it? I have not seen them lately "incommunicado under the Negro" (president, that is). What kind of "liberal fascism" is this you've got out here? Adios!
Don't "they" get it? Who could turn around the nasty old Forth District, with all of their "spies can do no wrong" decisions? Why, the old spooks filing lawsuits were essentially told for decades, "You signed-on, and we can screw you as much as we like." "Dark Side?" What Dark Side? You talkin' to me? Romney, McCain, J. Bush, Rudy G.; rig for being rammed midships. I'm tired of this crap!

My Last 64 Cents

Never seen a boarded-up McDonalds? You've never been to St. Louis, Missouri.You'll see more when I get going. Bad for the nation's health, and I'm entitled to my opinion.

Let's see..."they" were 20-24 years old or so...brown in color...flat-top haircuts are in...so are illegal drugs--always. How about giggling and disturbing others because Hughes is in d.deb Voss' restaurant writing the piece below. High on something? Yes. Does anybody care? No. I see this so often in Southern California, and particularly "scrubby bubble" Thousand Oaks. People of Color, dumb as rocks, because they dropped-out of High School, even Middle School, to sell drugs, in a...what? FORD F-350 with mag wheels. Looked it up Cuckoo-Birds, and it's $49,605 for the base model, and $51,025 inclusive of those "bad wheels." I'm a bad guy? No. In fact, look for the e-mail to ignore, U.S. Corporate Media, as I challenge the gubernatorial candidates out here in "Fruit & Nutland" to debate me as an "Independent" write-in candidate. A good warm-up for the big show in IA, NH, and beyond, right Gardner? Right! Put him in cold & tortured, and he'll kick your butts! C'mon Meg! C'mon Jerry. Let's get it on!

Why is Thousand Oaks "standing tall" with taxable sales relative to the rest of Ventura County?Could it be all of those new car sales? Five (5) days to get plates, "Hughes must die" vultures. What do you think of the following analysis of your car-buying habits? So pathetic it is true:

CHRYSLER 300: "China bought me a car!"

CHEVROLET IMPALA: "I'm with the FBI."

FORD CROWN VICTORIA/

MERCURY MARQUIS: "I'm a cop!"

CHEVROLET SUBURBAN/

GMC YUKON/

FORD EXPLORER: "I'm with the Secret Service!"

MITSUBISHI ECLIPSE: "Japan bought me a car!"

BMW MINI (no Brit COOPER): "I'm a neo-Nazi, posing as a Liberal!"

TOYOTA CELICA: "I'm a spygirl next to Mr. Hughes!"

No, it means you're all goin' to jail! So in jail! And, during the composition of this piece, did some creep named "Gibson," as with my relative VIRGINIA GIBSON, just walk by and say, "Ah ha, I've got you trapped." No more "diembodied comments" as I call them, no more fooling around. My property will be recovered, as will my parents' love letters, the Romaine Files, Charles' photographs (probably of my great-grandparents named "Gano" & "Hughes"...not that Hughes? Are you nuts? I'm not), the Spruce Goose, Raytheon Missiles, and what some business news commentator called the "Boeing/Airbus duopoly." Can't help it if I (The Mr. Hughes) knows his plugs & jacks. Secret files! Break-in's! NSA! NSA! No, dumb-ass, my "leaks" are from the covers of some highly specialized magazines I'm not going Google with just yet. What's up there in orbit? "They show me everything," has long been my slogan, but who are "they?" It's classified? No, but as a longtime mental health professional, I am fully qualified to classify/label you "nuts."

Back to Ventura County rich kids, and their incessant, "Daddy, can I have a new SUV to drive-by Hughes and pretend to be Secret Service," you are too late, because the real ones drove by quite some time ago in the same White Suburban that had all of the doors open in 2004. In real-time, I thought maybe it was an after-shave clash, not a "message." Was John Kerry that boring? One word: YES. And, don't you know I did not scan that photo to protect the SS. What did I get out of that? A "thumbs-up" out the window on Janss Road from what looked to be the same damn vehicle in my photo. The rest will be up to the electorate.

local p.s. Why did the projected annual "T.O." booty--thank me later--come to $2,141,600,000 on the Windows XP calculator, and $1,690,400,000 with pencil & paper? That's a $451,200,000 discrepancy, and what did a United States Senator say long ago? "A billion here, a billion there, and pretty soon, you're talkin' some real money." Nazis/Commies/e-Anarchists: May I write a book and put it on the Internet for sale? How about Welcome to Hughesworld: A Few Short Stories. Did you think I'd put Gangster Nation up there? Hey crackheads & crackpots, I'm not "stuck" here in Cali-fornia, I've become warped enough to.....like it? "Two-year break-in" by thieves and con artists? Help! Get a priest! Find a Rabbi! Where's my PCP? No, you nutcases, not the drug, Primary Care Physician! It's another UK Kinks song...Victoria! Victoria! (and a queen, too).

ic3.gov: More Do-Nothings

Let's see. The outgoing president of Columbia is trying to become the Mayor of Bogota. Uh huh. Now, Rahm Emanuel is running for Mayor of Chicago? Have they tested the air raid sirens down there lately? President Hughes? BOGOTA, LA PAZ, LIMA---never to early to give some "Fair Warning."

"Shock & Awe," in all the wrong places.

I don't play games.

Ice Mice

Real .gov's? In PINE LAWN, MO? Girl, you could use a trip to the cosmetics counter. As for the guy, what a hunk! And, for the 999,999th time, USAF, I am not gay, and you've got the video to prove it (really prove it, if 'ya get what I mean, girls).

Rattle, rattle, thunder clatter, boom, boom, boom, where is that CAR-X Man who rigged my brakes to lock? Need a job? Try BILL'S BRAKE SHOP.....Coming soon.

"They" really hate the truth, they don't like me on their public computers (DELL 755's), and they've had a year + to finance the repair of my HP C-300, so I must conclude California has sneakily seceeded from the Union. U.S. Law simply does not apply to anything Hughes-related, and by gosh, it's enough to make me wish the aircraft company had been founded in Texas, perhaps down the road from HUGHES TOOL COMPANY.

Drama! Drama! Haven't you seen a trillionaire held political prisoner in a semi-public park he's in part paying for, dining on Food Stamp funding, while trying to not just impeach and possibly try the president, he & spouse are getting locked-up for a long time. Why? Me, a "hothead?" Heavens no. It's all about "Central Intake." Too much typing time for that story, so let's switch the play under center, and tell the "Kill Them Both" story, a favorite procedure in our rotten U.S. Intelligence Community.

FACTS: Early 1995. I-70, Eastbound near the old Army munitions plant @ Riverview Drive, Saint Louis, Missouri. My vehicle? A 1990 Mazda 323 hatchback. The Passenger is MICHAEL P., the "schizophrenic" client who was supposed to kill me, then get killed later, or we both get killed simultaneously, back when Mr. President and our First Lady had a temp job as drug counseling staff at "Central Intake." Private joke? The agency was in the shadow of a building where I feared Charles H. would jump off the balcony after DEE G. tossed him out of #5, due to my taking up residence on SIXTH (6th) Street post college diploma (which I barely attained due to intensive 1976-77 psy-op).

During my gridlocking of NYC in 2008, "We got a six! We got a six!" yelled the shapely female in Broklyn, after she had stared in my face a few seconds. Yes, it's the real one, and please, "Get real, USA!!!" The vehicle in front of my center lane of three traveling Mazda hit a pothole, skidded on I-70 ice, and started 360 degree pinwheeling--right in front of us. H-man checked the rear-view mirror. Tractor-trailer truck one inch off the bumper? Coincidence? Tell it to the Senate trial, Obama. H-man checked his driver side mirror. Blocked in! Quick, check the passenger side mirror! Vehicle approaching fast--do something! H-man tapped lightly on the brakes to dry them. Car ahead now about to clip the front of the Mazda--

Downshift.

Slow car slightly.

Hit gas, cut-off car on right.

Disengage clutch.

ICE--no braking.

Downshift again.

Disengage clutch.

Coast to shoulder.

BAM>>CRASH>>BOOM>>BOOM>>BAM>>CRUNCH>>TINKLE>>TINKLE...

Just another icy I-70 pile-up, but not.

When the "tinkle, tinkle" stopped, Michael, with eyes wide like a Three Stooges racist stereotype, shouted:

"Bill, you 'da man!"

Because, we were still alive. [And BTW, Mafia can f--- off]

I am still alive.

This has nothing to do with Barack & Michelle posing as "drug counselors" on the staff of "Central Intake" a few months prior to this non-accident?

Get those Articles of Impeachment going, before I do something rash, like have sexual intercourse with an "Agent of a Foreign Power."

My Apologies

William the 5 has to face facts. There is no way to publish serious "White Paper" quality material on this blog and run for president. Not with a pack of drifters and clowns following me around. As a local sage said just last night, "Birds of a feather flock together," and so it was with Howard Hughes when he calmly asked, "How much does this hotel cost?" Tell me I can't make president when I'm going to kick intel community collective ass every day--out of RALPH'S CART 729, with no money and an "Advantage" Card. Yet another "inside joke?" [In case societal elites are unaware, this card is a Food Stamp card, which you may need as well when they foreclose on your mansion, the spouse leaves, the dog dies, etc. etc. etc.] What was that first hitman's gift, and when you are me (and wannabe, you are not) the first killer's gift was remembered.

Drumroll, please! Try Confederacy of Dunces, by a guy who was a literary genius, but suicided young, as writers sometimes do. Good book, still sitting in the seized Penske truck, and don't tell me otherwise, Mafia stooge.


May I allege the 01.15.09 Hudson River dunk was a planned stunt? Hey fellow bloggers, I just did! Why? Enter the H-man's world, if you dare:
a) In my original, but very stolen screenplay, Ask Not, Boeing aircraft are taken over remotely. What intel kook exclaimed, "We've got him now! Remote-controlled Hijacking!" Don't know, but as your POTUS, I could sure as hell find out.
b) I then learned, through 100% open source means, there is a chip in the engines of your American-made airliner, where "they" can indeed TURN-OFF THE ENGINES. How about the outside Detroit mid-1990's 737 nose dive? Pilot murder/suicide? Maybe not. Off the coast of Africa, just a few years ago, a 737, 400 Series I do believe, and down they went into the ocean. 200+ Negroes died. Aw, who cares? Right Nazis? This is just from memory, and I'm not Howard's grandson? Get a job, please. I've got my hands full, and thanks for asking, spying, smoking, etc.
c) The airplanes in question are manufactured by Airbus, and I have a question for corrupt .gov types I am going to fire someday:
Q: "Why did Airbus airliners, formerly the safest planes in the sky, start crashing frequently?"
A: "Two reasons. One, I, William Hughes, started watching flight deck video from Airbus aircraft on Airliners.net with a USAF spy in the house, and two, I said in my "bugged" (yes, CLAYTON, MO changed the block numbering to get "9/11" as my address), that I would use an AIRBUS 340 as my campaign plane. Any "good guy" in this man's Air Force knows the crashing began promptly.
d) Let's go to Investor's Business Daily's "Reinhardt Krause,"who on 08.19.2010 reported China is hurredly building big passenger planes, and let's don't talk about their big nuclear missile carrying sub-building program, right president negro? Wag the dog, wag the doggie, as the second half of Obammy whammy looms, post November landslides--for the other party. What did "Tom Boozer," a guy from Kirkland, WA; home to G2 Solutions say? The Boeing/Airbus "duopoly" is "going away." Yeah, just like the gasoline-powered engine, because this is the real owner of the oil-drilling bit, Boeing, Airbus, DirecTV, Cisco, Sun Oil, and much, much, more. TRIVIA Q: "What gasoline did Mr. Hughes buy in St. Louis, before 'they' wrecked both of his cars?" A: "Phillips 66, and the Conoco-Phillips stock symbol is...COP. Yes, The Royal Policeman is here, spittin' King is here, and you're all goin' to prison. So in jail, you are!!!

Bipolar I'm not. An unmedicated Bipolar Affective Disordered U.S. Person put "on the street" for almost two years, with no hospitalizations & no arrests? Impossible! Ask a doctor. Ask a cop. Impossible! But in California, flyin' saucers, E.T. visitation, every kind of drug, and every kind of sex toy & position is of great interest, not just to those who can afford high-class call girls, but the homeless as well. Middle class? What middle class? What did the Bush 41 spygirl say besides, "I have to make sure you're not a terrorist" on Thousand Oaks Boulevard? Try, "You should visit a Third-World country," and Hughes replied, "I'm already in one." I hate being right! Even the senior center's "Mad Mexican" likes me now, so write it in before another Airbus crashes with you onboard. HUGHES FOR GOVERNOR! Yes! (Gotta start somewhere). Grandiose? What did "The Arnold" know about government? Not as much as me, you legalized c---sucker!
e) Who is "AVRAM GOLDSTEIN?" He's my flight instructor from beyond the grave...yes, think Howard, and it sure reads/sounds like him. This, my friends, if I have any, is how I know CAPTAIN CHESLEY BURNETT "SULLY" SULLENBERGER ought to be in prison, not hailed as a hero. First, the intel "Name Game." Parse it out, right Clinton?
CHESLEY = Let's play chess around Hughes all day. Why? You're wasting my time!
BURNETTE = "Burn," the "Dark Side" & Mafia's favorite word.
"SULLY" = Nickname? Try "to make soiled or tarnished; defile" per Mirriam Webster.
SULLENBERGER = A sad burgher? Did you drop out of middle school? Look up "sullen" & "burgher" yourself, idiot.

Will I describe how the stunt was performed? Nah, because I don't want to fly, except to play around in a simulator, but I do want to get elected to something/anything.

I need a job, man.

addendum: How could I forget "number code"/"number kookery" surrounding the event's date? Facts (I think) courtesy of USA Today.
01 = somebody thinks they are #1.
15 = my birthday, and are spies ever crazy about birthdays! (Need I mention again, I do not spy, I'm trying to run for president, but governor of California will do).
09 = Flying saucers! Flying triangles! What will that DARPA budget be? Zero! (0)

Who's goin' to jail? Not me, pal.