One Ringy-Dingy...It's the Kingy

Not this plane again? What did I label the file?"ATR72.DeathTrap."Oh, I am not writing about our Cessna 402B crunched pop star. Not yet. This report was my first look at a Brit report by their/my agency like the ntsb. Shall I say, "Like night and day?" "Like comparing Sarah Palin to David Cameron?" Surprise! I might like her better, even though she shoots defenseless wolves from a helicopter. Whatever floats your boat.

Why is WGBH playing "elevator music?" Mozart, my ass. Oh, above "we" see a meeting of Grover Cleveland's cabinet. The Army (so in jail!) JAG next door will remember that was my very first campaign commercial idea. And yes, "The Runt" had his ear to the door during Syriana, thinking it was an al Queda training video. He said that? Vermin! If you know who had the good sense to, "Dump That Marine"--a new call to no arms--maybe she will be in a short, small market commercial after all. Nosy park rodents, the "set up" was that we're finally on the bus, and I don't know what day it is, or where we are. So, my aide applies the GARRET-SIMCOX MENTAL STATUS EXAM (c)2004, and I comically flunk the last question by responding, "Grover Cleveland." Times change when you've been messed with badly in Chinafornia, Royal DNA fires, and the "Key Word" begins with "k," but I'm not referring to a person or place.


The new ad copy? "Some black guy. I forgot his name."

More botched IV insertions at local National Socialist medical facilities? I've had one for a 103 degree fever that would not quit, and one for the world-famous 2004 colonoscopy. (I could not face tough as nails, may allege I'm a "wimp" spygirls without getting it over with). Oh, the drama @ St. John's in Saint Louis County, Missouri! And, you are not getting another story for free. MONEY! MONEY! I need some MONEY! Anyway, both insertions of the big needle left nary a pinprick, because Saint Louis is a working town, an aerospace town, a chemical plant town, a sports town, and a medical town (yes, I did smoke pot in 1976 and muse on cracking tower flames from the SHELL OIL COMPANY refinery. Refinery? What is a refinery? We want weed! Meth! Cocaine! Later, I pumped Shell gas with "Scott," from Terre Haute, a state I will steamroll. Did my ex work there? Help! Scott, for the record, conducted drive-through pot sales, and I checked the oil. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO REVERSE THE ROLES, SPIES!


We had so many hospitals In "The Loo," they had to consolidate, and downsize the psych units in concert with laying me, and all mental health police off, so as to be more like the West Coast, where lunatics run the table, and "The Cops" have told me, "Just ignore them." So did the head ambulance driver for my new company, AMR, just last weekend.

Circling back to the www.aaib.gov.uk people, who "fobbed off" the late Aaliyah's overloaded Cessna 402B investigation to highly creative writers at USA's www.ntsb.gov, who in turn "punted" to the DEPARTMENT OF CIVIL AVIATION, Nassau, Bahamas. Seems that is where some guy drowned, but did not drown, I now believe. So, that was a hint? About the plane crash? My money in Nassau? The betting line at the Hialeah dogtrack? Did you say Opa Locka? That story wins over some "NASCAR Dads," for sure.


I've got an idea better than the, "Prince Albert in a can" phone joke.


I call (242) 326-0339.
ring...ring...ring...


CIVIL AVIATION CIVIL SERVANT: "Blah, blah, Standard Greeting."
WILLIAM: "I need a report on the Blackhawk Airways Cessna 402B that crashed on Runway 27 at Marsh Harbour Airport on August 25, 2001."
CIVIL AVIATION CIVIL SERVANT: "Who is this?"
WILLIAM: "The King."