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Since 1968, He Knows How to Pick a Loser

San Bernardino. Hughes knows no one in the photo [cough-cough]

My earliest political memories are of my late mother yelling editorials on the 1960 contest. It went like this: “That son of a bitch! That liar!! Tricky Dick!!!” Charles would say, “Now, Margaret,” and they would have a discussion in a smoky environment that might bring case workers to our door to pull me out of the home today. (Dad = Winston / Mom = Chesterfield) That’s not what killed them, so I’ll light one right now, dirty soldier (L&M Red).

Mom drank a lot of coffee, too. Black, as I recall. When she tired of smoking and yelling at her husband on the phone at his office, like many modern moms in the 1960’s, I’m fairly sure she swallowed a handful of Valium pills and took a nap. That’s how I’d find her upon walking home from school in Saint Louis, Missouri.

My joke for all sudden psychiatrists is, “Valium is not an antipsychotic.” If there was nothing “psycho” about momma Margaret Mary, why was she a patient in the State Hospital? As at my college, they tore down the water tower I wanted to climb while dad would visit. The firehouse is still there. So is the doughnut shop.

Mom was spying in there, perhaps? Yes, she was, because as if USA needs another “conspiracy theory,” I am 100 percent convinced the 9/11 “terrorist” attacks originated on that State Hospital campus. Why? To take away the wealth Charles Hughes never had. Who am I? I’m the Hughes who said, on the steps of the Saint Louis State Hospital Dome Building, following the World Trade Center collapse, “I don’t think this is a big terror target.”

The “security guys” were white and never seen again. Get it? 5400 Arsenal Street, you have a problem. As the Thousand Oaks bus driver said on the radio when I’d boarded, “It’s too late.” Terrorists from the Middle East? No! And it is too late, because the late Charles Edward Hughes told me all the stories that connect the dots. On what? The old guard Commie v. neo-Nazi unstoppable plot that was allowed to take place by president numbers 39, 40, 41, 42, and 43. That’s about the only thing that cannot be blamed on #44 Obama, unless he was the “Black Quarterback” of the operation.

I’ll live to see the bastard arrested, Ms. Blum.

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Oliver Stone  Who?  

My Days Inn Clerk in 2020

Unlucky Drug Dealers
The "Medical Meth Act of 2014"
I did not hear about that
Not on Yahoo
Not on Bing
Google?

Seems I recall being outraged by the odor of urine in a certain hotel chain. Later, the Air Force girlfriend a.k.a. “The Colonel’s Daughter,” checked-out of a hotel for the same reason. The hotel? It was where my ex-wife found herself with a gun to her head. Seems three Negro gentlemen wanted to get in the safe. They were accommodated, and went out the back door. “Of course I cried,” she said, in 1972.

Oh, how many of you long for the days of simpler crimes and less complex criminals? For example, many said, with a weapon in hand, “We’re going to Cuba” and were accommodated. Today, you can travel there legally & cheaply, but there is no crime, no foul when the TSA flunkies grope, insult you, and put you in a little room for 20 questions for basically no reason.

Are you telling me girlie-men and lesbians with attitude and big breasts are refusing the airport scanner I invented sitting under a California tree in 2009? People, why would they want to save the data of your fat ass? Maybe they do, because this government of yours does whatever it wants.

The big Tom-Tom Jefferson con_stitution? I’m a Madison fan, and did not live in Madison? Baby, I went out back to spit and see if Uncle Ralph’s Buffalo, NY story was true. Sure as police dog shit, the spittle froze before it hit the ground. At what temperature, radiant floor heat fans? Forty Two (-42) Degrees below zero. That’s cold! The pipes did not freeze, and Hughes mastered the boiler in the basement, not on a ship at sea.

The plan I can’t execute, fans? [I know no bail bondsman] Why not make some threats to the fibi informer? They will arrest you. Be nice to the judge and jailers. Get out in 3 years or so. Go to the halfway house. Sister Holy Water will get you a job as a hotel desk clerk. Later, get promoted to Regional Manager. Later still, buy the hotel chain. When a traveler asks, “Where ‘ya from?” say “Pakistan.” I thought I was from Saint Louis. Lucky I am that will prove to be incorrect. Dollar Tree? My kingdom for a ride to the Dollar Tree!

 

 "Trying to steal a Wall Street Journal, eh? Get up slowly and give us the paper!"

Lee County, IA: No Ride, No Hughes

I appreciate the help - I think

I think you are helping, or I'm "Schizophrenic," per Mafia Tony(s)

As we said in high school, "I don't know about you guys"

And, don't you guys have anything to do?

(Like in Syria, for example).