THIS OUGHT TO FIX IT, MAFIA---MY WILL as of JULY 30, 2013

What's so funny, Howard? He nearly married Ginger Rogers, and my favorite family pet Ginger the cat died a horrible death from being poisoned. It was not the new home bug spray on Melanie Street, it was creepy enemies of our family. I have been poisoned many times as well, including arsenic, and now, the California Crazies are trying mightily to keep me from my Saint Louis University medical appointment next month. Why? I'm not the first British Royal with schizophrenia, right? No, I recommend Torrey's Surviving Schizophrenia, in what edition these days, doctor? E. Fuller, we need to talk, before someone gets killed, becasuse I know what you did to these people out here, and ECT might help--a little. Taking your medication as prescribed, Los Angeles?
THE "SMEAR HUGHES" CAMPAIGN MUST COME TO AN END, OR THE U.S. WILL DESCEND INTO ANARCHY!!

I, William Charles Hughes, posses such a sound mind, I have bored hundreds of law enforcement & behavioral health officials nearly to death in the State of California since my arrival on May 5, 2008. In the event of my death, the court(s) shall ignore any claim originating from a former alleged FRIEND, NEIGHBORHOOD ACQUAINTANCE, CLASSMATE, GIRLFRIEND, MY ONLY SPOUSE Gayle Margherita, ANY FETUS/CHILD OF HER'S UNKNOWN TO ME, ANY ILLEGITIMATE CHILD UNKNOWN TO ME, BUSINESS ASSOCIATES, MENTAL HEALTH PROFESSIONAL COLLEAGUES, FORMER PATIENTS, CLIENTS, OR RESPONDENTS I SERVED IN THE DELIVERY OF MENTAL HEALTH SERVICES, THEIR OTHER PROVIDERS, OR ANY AGENCY, ORGANIZATION, PUBLIC OR PRIVATE, OR LEGAL ENTITY WITH WHICH I'VE HAD CONTACT.

The entire fortune that flowed from the oil revenue of Howard Hughes Sr., my great-grandfather, without question, upon my death is to be divided-up into equal shares and awarded to every one of the approximately seven billion people on this Earth. Minors shall have a Trust Fund established to safekeep their share until they reach legal age according to applicable laws where they reside.

William Charles Hughes
6:22 p.m. e.d.t. USA

She said what?

My favorite cozy courthouse, and did you hear your website about grandpa Howard is being shut down by court order?

Now that it's up to the U.S. Secret Service to get me out of LA secretly, or run some sort of a ruse, I'll disclose what a not dead Lady Di said.

"Eat these right away."

and?

"You don't play in there, do you?"

Do I have to explain eveything? Can't remember your phone number girl, even if you looked like Taryn @Starbucks who is not here. Why not? Yet a face is my specialty, so I can age them, and I can put the plastic surgeon's knife or laser on them. What caught the real Di out of three? Her calves. You know, boys, the female leg. Can't change the height & body shape, or walk too much differently, either.

I'm a chicken? Seem before her "death," she was trying to get rid of cluster bombs. Many wayward nukes in this world, if you finally "get it" regarding why I'm going to win the President job I don't want by so much. Nuke(s) missing? As the 3 Stooges said, "Toss down some cheese," and I've been amazed at what comes out.

See you in Iowa! 

'02 Secret Service Kids Are Here--This is not good

Yet more evidence of my "mental illness?" I might trust them. Oh, they already made her the detail chief? Playing favorites according to my wishes? I get a lot done with very little said (and a few really obvious clues). CA drug dealers, general purpose undifferentiated thugs, political extremists, & sex offenders should know they investigate things when the fbi is too impaired. If I ask someone to buy a coffee refill, they won't call the cops, will they?

THE JUDGE AT 5400 ARSENAL WAS NOT A JUDGE?
Jeff, Pat, and Debra can't all be dead, but Nell is, I've been told.
Then again, Lynn & Marita are still alive after being reported dead out here in California.
Maybe Harvey could drive out here in a motor vehicle...
...if only I had a f--king phone.
Like the AT&T 610 JPL gave me.

ca Knuckleheads.....JPL = Jet Propulsion Laboratory. They're in Pasadena when they're working, Thousand Oaks when they are playing with my mind. President Hughes? "Turn all that shit off! I don't give a flying f--- about ice crystals on Uranus. I'm headed over there later to put something up their uranus, and it's going to hurt, baby!"

*I SURE DREW A CROWD WHEN I WATCHED THE APOLLO 4 LIFTOFF. No CA code against that, is there?

I'm As Good as On the Currency, Deputy

What did I say in 2008 New Hampshire, Lynch & Gardner? "If this gets worse, every dollar goes to the EU." It got way worse, Blum. Spain, Greece, and Italy are already very happy about this. Handing our twenty dollar bills, spying queer? My mug is going on the Euro 20, you big mafia whore. 4250 Galt Ocean Drive? Better get that dirty show out of there--NOW.

Think I'm Joking?

Simulator time scheduled?

GOT A MAPLE LEAF?

RAYMOND

Fortis Films (Sandra Bullock)
8581 Santa Monica Blvd, Ste. 1
W. Hollywood, CA  90069
310-659-4533
310-659-4373 fax

And that HIPAA-protected client name from Great Rivers Mental Health Services?

Dear John:

Mr. Obama, the resignation letter is to Secretary of State John Kerry.
I'm waiting.

My, it's difficult to run for office in The Colonies

"

Excuse me, I'm starving to death. Could you direct me to Ralph's?"

SILENCE
In Los Angeles, it can be deafening, or deadly, depending on the circumstances.

OWS got water cannon, then Prince Charles almost got wet?
My dad's name was what?
My middle name is what?
No, dirty deputy, you cannot see the I.D. again.
May I run for president, mafia?
So, the Union Station security guards are buying their identification documents at the cig shop.
I did not hear that, I blogged it.
BH

Could You Arrest Mr. Browne Today?

Closest call of all. Thanks, Lorraine. 

Here Comes Those Tears Again ??

"Gayle, we are leaving right now. Do not ask any questions."

Next:
"Mister Walsh, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain..." 

Cocaine Girls, Let's Hear It!! Drug shit? You mean, "When does the bombing begin?"

1977 = A gram from fbi

1978 = A gram from cia

I said, "That shit is no good for you."

Many heard it, and they are not dead.
not yet.

The idiot at Goebel? "That's a lot!?"

You share it, ding-dong.
One gram lifetime?
Doesn't a "cokehead" use that much in one night?
I would not know.

Mr. Suspenders: "And who got it for you, Bill?"

The Earth is flat, and babies begin at conception. Did we mention we hate niggers and jews?

Why am I blogging? In case I end up dead. Big Russian mafia! Big Chinese mafia! Big U.S. mafia! GO TO HELL!!! DeputyDawg, another death threat is in order. Not anyone here. I WILL NOT BE TORMENTED BY MY SUPPOSED "FRIENDS" ANY MORE. W-A-R. Don't remember, spies? At the Grant R. Brimhall Library, I listened to a German pop station. They were speaking in English about "Fair Weather Friends." Another Nazi/Commie "coincidence?"

I AM ON HUNGER STRIKE, and Mr. Minimum Wage EMS driver, I know the law on this. Don't even think it. Memorial Hospital? Shove it up Ron Blum's big ass!!!!!

QUESTIONS
ON APOLLO 8?
Who is "Fido?"
I think we know who "Charlie" is.

Listen yourself!

"We lost all data. Switching machines."

The rocket had barely cleared the tower en route to the Moon for the first time. Grandpa Howard was born on Christmas Eve? No, he was not, but the astronauts read from The Bible when they got there safely. I was on the edge of my chair for every static-ridden word. Why?

Seems grandpa Howard got better with the audio and video, as I would have if they kept me on the ground. Why is my anger getting worse? That view from the Royal Navy helicopter?

Obama resign yet?
Why am I bullish on this?
I solved the Apollo 13 non-mystery when?
This is not Ron Howard.
It's Hughes.  

MAFIA, I HAVE BULLETS WITH YOUR NAMES ON THEM

Hey, old neighborhood chum. You be mafia? YOU'RE GONNA BE MADE DEAD. 
MY NAME AND "president" IN GOLD? WHO STOLE IT?
I'll find it, motherfucker!! 

Another Job?

"She liked it? Cool. The other one? I sent it last night. You didn't get it? What the fuck? Not again! I used a land-line from the goddamn hotel with the secret gizmo connected. You didn't get it? Aw, for crying out loud. I'm at Starbucks in Cheyenne. Yes, Wyoming! I'm trying to talk gay famous people into having sex with me. No, I'm not. Look, do I have to go to Vancouver to sent a goddamn e-mail? This secret republican shit is getting old. Well, I'll just send it over the Wi-Fi, so every spyin' cowboy can read it first. How are the polls looking? Don't ask me where I hid the plane! Who the fuck am I talking to, anyway? Y'all sound the same on this shitty phone."

Star55Bucks no workee, Eric

Oops, wrong mayor. Who does your hair, Vince?

As the late Ralph Moody said on the North County ballfield, "Little help, please!"

I am allowed to leave Los Angeles--I think. Phone? That does not work! Borrow yours? I'm "bothering" people. What "annoys" me, so in FedPen VC Deputy HUTTON is, I've been trying to get out of this goddamn state for YEARS, and came back to settle a minor ticket ($180). When is Nixon's term up? As my boss Dave @Cornell mocked the grad student spouses, "I need a job, man." Mental disorder? I'll kick your ass RIGHT NOW, sir.  

"Let's give him another one, and toss him in the Twin Towers!" No, who knocked down the World Trade Center towers and put a hole in the Pentagon? Not me, honey. May I have a half-caf? We all know I'm a dangerous caffeine addict with plans of world domination. [Hey Rundgren, you're right for a change!]

How's Your Little Civil War Going?

I smell faintly of urine, Mr. & Ms. OCD Nose, because you stole my cosmetics. Hollywood movie? Pam dead yet? Charlie Hughes fake his death, too? H.W. looks healthy. He's my "boss." Isn't that the way it works? The Director that asked you? Can't say "No," kooks. "What is he talking about?' KILLING ALL OF YOUR ASSES, THAT'S WHAT. 

Declared war--it's just not illegal. Geneva Convention. Geneva, NY. Geneva, Switzerland. Get your GED yet, son? You need a job. So so I.

My body-double was in New Hampshire?
He was in Charlotte, NC?
The Democrats had a convention there, remember?

What were they talking about? Not you.

Got a place for me to go, Feds?
"THEY" KILLED-OFF MOST OF MY FAMILY, AND YOU ARE WHO?

William Charles Hughes
DOB = 09/15/1955
SSN = 491664224
Height = 6 feet & 1/2 inch
Weight= USA TORTURE SLIM
Eyes = Brown
Hair = Old suburban hippie gray


Garcetti?
No "fun."
May I close the Starbucks #15062 by court order and keep WORKING? No?
"We like murders 'in the black' so we can get high."
"I killed the dude. So what?"
"Got weed?"

GOT A STONED COP TO BOTHER HUGHES?
May I kill the asshole?
I think that would be legal, Your Honor.
Cop is high as a kite? Make cop dead?
No, LA would switch out the blood sample, I'm told.
I am told many things.
Where is my hotel room, Jimbo Comey?
"Nah, let's steal another bag, they he'll act out."
I AM NOT STAYING IN THE U.S.
I SEEK NO POLITICAL OFFICE.
May I leave Union Station, niggah?

Army psychologist on his job?
Fuck you!

WHEN IS THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES RESIGNING?
WHEN IS FEINSTEIN IN TROUBLE?
Not after I'm dead, Finkel.
Pam as KARLA--that alone puts her away, boys.
Who has the photo?
Fridays.
Thousand Oaks.
March, 2009. I'd just posted my will. It is valid.  

DRUG DEALING.
EXTORTION.
CONSPIRACY TO MURDER, etc. etc. etc.

How about a DNA match? $99.99 at WhoDaBabyDaddy.com, right?

May I have my Typhoon with a Maple Leaf on it?
No you are not "sorry," you are EVIL SADISTS. And, I hate you. "California, where Bill Hughes learned to hate."
Congratulations!
You just busted-up USA.

WAR.

__________

G4S Secure Solutions

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G4S Secure Solutions (USA)

Type	Subsidiary
Industry	Security
Founded	1954 (Coral Gables, Florida)
Headquarters	Jupiter, Florida, United States
Key people	George Wackenhut (Founder)
Parent	G4S plc
Website	www.g4s.com/us

G4S Secure Solutions (USA) is an American security services company, and a wholly owned subsidiary of G4S plc. It was founded as The Wackenhut Corporation in 1954, in Coral Gables, Florida, by George Wackenhut and three partners (all former FBI agents). In 2002 the company was acquired for $570 million by Danish corporation Group 4 Falck (itself then merged to form British company G4S in 2004).^[1] In 2010, G4S Wackenhut changed its name to G4S Secure Solutions (USA) to reflect the new business model.^[2][3] The G4S Americas Region headquarters is in Jupiter, Florida.^[4][5]

Questions, California?

This just in...RIGHT AGAIN!

Bye USA...it's been not real.

My new walking route. No damn dogs. This ain't John fucking Lennon, sir.
They killed him, too?
Hughes Book # what, Bush?
Charlie did not write them. I DO.

Maple Leaf Boys...Look alive!

The "Maple Leaf Backpack Flags In Spain '77 Story" later. Right now, I have to find a way out of Union Station LA. Call the mayor? Yes. Call the cops? From moments ago:

WILLIAM V

Somebody stole my toothpaste. Probably not worth calling  the cops. They won't care. 

TRANSIT COP

Nah, probably not.

And my deodorant? Sorry spies, I just don't stink, and you can shove your dirty president job up your collective American asses.

To the Q&A!

"Why was Vince Foster killed?"

"Yet more high-level drug shit."

Right, Hillary?

Oh no! It's the old hughes switcheroo! I found the Michelob ad from what year?
1986? 

Wrong again! I saw it during the 1982 World Series.
The Harrier landing in front of me was 1975.
Not in the air until 1980? Wrong, Wikipedia!
FROM THE 441 W. MIFFLIN DIGITAL TOASTER:
"Gayle, that ad gives me the creeps."
"Gayle that ad sucks!"
"Gayle, I'm not watching that ad any more."

Why not?

Do not answer if you are on drugs, mentally ill, or a spy. 
Should be a nice quiet day looking for a way out of LA. Right, Erin?
Right!

A/B ad agency, you are now caught on multiple versions of the ad. Mine, in Madison, Wisconsin during the Cardinals v. Brewers had a several second night shot of the World Trade Center from a helicopter, which for some odd [my murdered grandma had ESP] is not there on the video which some spy-twit says is from 1986. No, I'm fussing with "Blum" & "Beaton" in '86.

The WTC is not in the ad and I'm "nuts?" No, they called me "The Detective," so stop the video at 28 seconds of its 101 minute length. You will see the outer "skin" of the World Trade Center at bottom left of the screen. Editing, editing, editing, right Steve?

12:07 p.m. e.s.t. = another glimpse discovered. It's from the helicopter, zooming very fast with a BEER BOTTLE superimposed. Saint Louis Missouri is again the destination. Don't know nuthin' at the ad agency? It closed-down when? See for yourself at:
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r8YDwuDGW3o

My present for Best Man hassles was a clue? Anheuser Busch helping pull-off the 9/11 "inside job?" I'd NOT be shocked.

Spies, stop talking about me in front of me and/or saying "William" or we may have a justifiable homicide today. I WALK IN SIX MONTHS. YOU STAY DEAD. Pamela dead yet?

The Secretary of State wrote back, and I'm sleeping in the gutter? All aboard!
I go where I want, old spookies.
Wanna die?
I'm not arranging that, but it looks like I could.
Steve Harvey's "Romeo?"
I'll get right on it...when I have TRANSPORTATION out of Los Angeles.
Might be a long "fun" wait. "No problem?"
HOPELESS.

They're Back!

"Moscow central heating."

[Also featured in a screenplay of mine that is NOT FOR SALE]
{Two jobs? Should be easier than DNS Janitorial and Howard Johnson's. No?}

"Crazed Crusader" Lowers Crime Rates in MetroLA~CRAP~olis

You crazed motherfuckers stole my last bag of food?
"Soldier Boy, are you sure this old shit works?"
"Yes, sir."

5-4-3-2-1-...Bye, Bye Los Angeles.

Perfectly legal when I toss the California delegation and get my Declaration of War.

Out of the Union!
Out of their fucking minds!

CROWN FIRST, PRESIDENT LATER, Harry,

Yo' momma faked her death.

U.S. Psy-Op Starvation

As my blood sugar drops, I thought I'd catch up on the "Big Hair Bands" of the 1980's & 1990's. Through the miracle of Soldier Boy's internet and meta-data mining, they're racking-up my favorites like mind reading. (Did you know they can do that too?) Where's my reportedly "beautiful" psychiatrist I do not need, .mil drug dealer? "Brain-scanning" on that bagel purchase, STARBUCKS, or just ran out?

Boarded-up, baby! It is spelled L-A-W-S-U-I-T, and why would you ignorant shits who see every keystroke read my blog? The Thousand Oaks spy dressed like a transit driver got the joke when I angrily said, "Could you just drive the bus, please?"
Another?
"Do any work along with your spying?"

Why did I miss these videos? No cable at 11019, and I was WORKING MY ASS OFF, TRUST FUND BABY SCUM.

Famous Psychiatrists I Have Known

As the unseen enemies continue to retreat amid howls about my supposed mental disorder, let us review famous shrinks I have known, and believe it or not, worked with. 

FRED GOODWIN was the director of our National Institute of Mental Health when I shook his hand and talked shop in 1993. In the South Florida vegetarian restaurant, there were spies aplenty, and as usual, I poo-poohed the "Howard thing." Did I mention a Miami bank ate my ATM card at that conference? Persistent me got it back with an armed guard crawling up my back. Shot in the back by a bank guard? Ain't gonna work due to the security CAMERA, ding-dong. TWA? On their best behavior due to a planeload of [wealthy] "NAMI mommies." Yet my former employees just had to clown, nonetheless. How? Over the Ohio river, on a still, clear day at about 30 grand up, I muttered, "Are the (727) engines off?" How did they do that? It's not a glider, folks.

E. FULLER TORREY playing pool with those old farts in T.O.? I complained to neither Jill nor Rachel. Look-alike from Central Casting? I see what I see, and I wrote what I wrote regarding Dr. Torrey's trip. You can look it up at a well-equipped university library. In grade school, they did in fact call me "smarty pants" a time or two. That was not the reason I failed to follow-up on the uncles & aunts number one career path for me: COP. "Nah" said little Billy. Same for USAF. Ouch! Did I mention my last nickname at WORK was "The Detective?"

JOHN CSERNANSKY was a guy who I taught a class with, and now he's at Northwestern University. When my boss wrote a book chapter for John, she gave it to me for review. I said, "Mary, did you write that yourself?" She was not offended at my favorable review of the chapter Ted or Jim probably wrote for her. Mary wasn't much for memos or meetings. She did, however, ask that trademark clue question of, "Bill, what do the psychologists do here?" (Besides keep tabs on me for a decreasingly "secret" organization). And super-hot, painfully single [L----] asked me out to lunch? Ouch!! All of that perpendicular sitting around me looking pretty makes sense now. Meetings? I still laugh when I think of the boss and her tattered cartoon that said, "Want to get out of doing any work? Call a meeting." Guess you had to be there, like certain members of the current Administration.

"Good luck." 3x

1.

 2.

 3.

Good luck with what? To quote my button I dared wear at Cornell University:
"My job is so secret even I don't know what it is."

William is Dead: Let's Agent His Books Now

1. There's No Such Thing as Crazy 
later re-copyrighted as:
1a. Shame of the Sane
2. Gangster Nation: Drugs, Murder, 9/11, Terrorism, and Other CIA Responsibilities
let me look up my own book title...got a cig?
3. America, What Don't You Get About Homeless?
4. My Conversations With the Secret Service: Not So Secret When Your Name is Hughes
5. Completed Assassinations and Attempts: Your Secret Service at Work and Play
6. Nobody Home: Or, E.T. Is Mighty Sneaky
7. MonkeyCop:Tales of Ventura County Policing
8. Space Policy for Shuttle Psychos: What Are You Afraid Of?

"Mister Hughes has left the building."