Can't Write Worth a Damn

Why the fuss in Hollywood? Same old police state. (Since 1947)

And oh Lordy, we now have big drama as the street urchins and California King Kongs all know when their white boy is hungry. Teary-eyed I was getting over the abject fucking disgrace Downtown Los Angeles is near Union Station, and I’ve got to wonder what the civilized tourists from Japan and Europe think when they pass the homeless, raggedy, depraved show and are asked for a cig or a dollar. Not to worry, as one of the guys in an old wheelchair, when I was, as the Lost Generation says, “stressing,” rolled-up and said, “Here! Eat! Or, throw it in the trash if you don’t want it.” Like magic it was, but if you play that Heart song one more time, I’ll kill the next guy who comes along with a flat top hairdo and GED-level tattoos. Excuse me as I play it on July 17, 2013, a day I may survive despite the “number kooks” and their hairy 1-7 and 2-7 days.

Casinos? What casinos? I’ll bomb them to dust if I turn out to be a Royal with some “juice.” Baby may have new shoes that month, and quite frankly, if they would make the methamphetamine cleanly & legally, I’d rather you spend your funds on that in hopes of doing something productive, instead of feed slimy wedding guests at the marriage of some mob king’s daughter. Poor guy; he’ll have to write yet another “Married to the Mob” book when I can’t even get a literary agent. Why not beam the book or tune into their hard heads? I’ve got the technology today, and it did not come from the backside of Mars.

Sue Lord

Pappy Bush had it going on...so did Bob & Helen

 

Pendergast fbi “Jimmy Come Lately” Report: The Mardi Gras Review

 

7:46 a.m. – Terrorists belong in prison, right?

 

7:49 a.m. – 11/24/1989 “Remotely controlled car bomb,” Francis.

 

7:56 a.m. – Zubaydah “popular training camp” 1994 Somalia Book? Movie? Who? Khobar Towers. Date?

 

8:04 a.m. – May 19, 1996 OBL leaves Sudan to Afghanistan. Plot set. Visitors? Saudis don’t want him. All in newspapers, Clinton.

 

8:07 a.m. – May – Nov. 1996. Bill’s phone number was 867-3331.

 

8:12 a.m. – Abu Uhaidah al Banshiri accident on Lake Victoria ferry. Victoria Cornelius-where? May, 1996.

 

Nov. 98 13-A

Dec. 98 Attack Iraq. Why?

 

Aug. 97 Kenya Telegraph story wasn’t quite right.

Wadi al Hage

Grand Jury?

 

2/23/1998 fatwa What happened this year?

 

ABC News interview? Jesus!

 

08/07/1998  MI6 does not know. C.I.A. does not know. Clueless.

 

Nairobi is where?

B.O. from Chicago?

 

8:32 a.m. – Arizona Aviation, Phoenix, 04/15/1999.

“Bill, I’m moving to Arizona.”  

 

  

 

 

 

 

Otto B. Stahllin

(NRA Member Since 1956)     



Weston Wags

Good hair day...are dentists on B.O.'s Insurance Exchange?

02.23.2017

Ron –

I received your text about Recon, and here is the bottom line. I cannot do anything for another human until someone does something for me.

I have already put many hours into this situation with no compensation and I will not make one more call. What did I say when you left White Castle? “I’ll make some calls.” Everyone on the other end of these calls was making $40,000 to $120,000 per year or so at a job.

I have begged for help long enough. The “other” William Hughes is buried in Delphi, Indiana. And, he lived to the age of 99 when a simple infection could kill you. If I live that long, many butts are landing in a prison cell. Didn’t I refer to a certain Steve as a “cocksucker?”

When this conversation took place, I thought he might help:

BILL: “I think Joyce and McCullough had side files labeled ‘Get Bill.’”

STEVE: “What about the one labeled ‘Kill Bill’?”

This strongly implies I am right about the persecution and terrorism that started with a pervert in the alley and dogs biting me on the way to Most Holy Name. I even found my best friend from grade school and he said, “I’m retired, I gotta babysit.”

I’d suggest you call Rutherford, and the Belle Neighbors time tunnel line is: “Why don’t you boys stop by and talk it over.” This weekend, because if Sam Dotson wants to have lunch, you are not invited. I’m trying to figure out why he is not allowed to run for mayor. I got the backstory on why ABC’s Time Tunnel was cancelled. F Troop was on ABC too, and when I told my late dad it was funny, he watched it and said, “You are right, Bill.” Gosh, I can’t wait to go to trial and find out if I own part of ABC. As for Raytheon, if anyone wanted to drive for a few days, I’m sure I could continue the discussion about my missile factory.   

If Onion Horton had not died, I’d call WGNU and ask, “Why can’t those lazy Negroes run their own town?” Another Runty quote on his brother? “He’s out there in Saint Charles County with the rest of them.” Apparently so is Bill Otto, who did not even spend a half million to lose a congressional race badly. As a female related to Jean Peters said, “I can do more than that.” Go ahead and google: “Jean Peters; Howard Hughes.” That woman sure can dance, because I saw it. Often I asked, “Can she act?”

BH 

Rex to the Rescue

Sorry liberals, what this means is they want your house to sell drugs.

Apparently, this Cali man had an objection.

02.23.2017

Chief Dotson – 

Somehow I fight hackers all day long in a location with no Wi-Fi “hotspot.” Somehow I have documented proof of certified postal mail that goes nowhere in both directions, yet no one cares. My “pipe dream” was to run against Mr. Lacy Clay as non-compliant Republican, but I think you’d rather talk about crisis response, “mental cases” with guns, and police training on how to deal with them. I’d love to tell my Granite City Sergeant story that ends with, “And he gave the guy his crack pipe back.” – B. Hughes

What if Hillary wore that dress?

DON AND THE FIRST STRUMPET

(Plus a few Japs)

Trump's tweeter had an "Internal Server Error"

@floridayys Got dope down there? Coast Guard can't find the cocaine? Really? __H

Slicing NAMI Salami

He was a drunk and a relative who tried to kill himself...but also won a Tony, an Emmy, and an Oscar.

Not Paul, Jason!

02.02.2016

Mr. Walker –

As with many DMH staff, the Windows 7 “search doggie” can’t seem to find my public speaking proposal to Joyce Johnston, but I know I sent it. For example, JIM JACKSON has vanished after writing me a form letter telling me I’m not Mark Stringer, and not on Nixon’s cabinet. Fair enough, but the “science fiction” has continued where no man or woman wants me in Jeff City.

I would have liked to explore the possibility of a Deputy Director slot, Program Manager, or if all else had failed, I’m a Forensic Case Manager in the Dome Building across the hall from my old office because someone did tell me Dick, Ron, and Dee all retired. Is Marlene still the secretary? I got along with her when no one else did.

Now, the ongoing absurdity finds two local professors you will hear on the radio discussing Super Tuesday willing to come see my “crack house” after the semester is over. Also, a wealthy guy just signed off by saying, “Call me back in a few days, Howard.” Yes, St. Patrick’s Center’s Dan Buck has apparently fled to the District of Columbia, and the BJC Kirkwood office receptionist suggested we put Donald Trump in a new version of Malcolm Bliss.

I’ll count my cocaine profits and call you later. By the way, my old supervisor is still there, and I’m about to threaten to tell the story of an Alcohol & Drug provider that demanded sex from the female clients. Mr. Nice Guy Bill Hughes as the Mental Health Coordinator said, “Knock it off, or I’m calling in the cops.” They did, and still receive state funding I can look up on the damn Internet.

Facetiously and Very Seriously Yours,

William Hughes, MSW

Stalker Citi

02.19.2017

Dear Scumberry Police:

It has been a long time since I looked-up the California statute on stalking. I did so because “Ken” seemed to be everywhere I went. “Ken” had been previously seen in Columbia, Missouri! Given that fact, it is time for your city attorney to look up Missouri’s stalking statute, because I’m not. As the true story goes, “Ken” threw water bottles at me and missed, Ken was fearful of the NSA, then later Ken lost his Toyota truck, reportedly got a bad meth habit, and may have ended up dead. Why would I care?

I don’t care about “Ken,” but you’d better care about the white male nutcase in his 60’s who has been seen wearing kooky sunglasses, smoking, and staring at me three times near either the #17 or #21 bus stop in your fair city. On Friday, February 17, as I passed him, I asked this: ”Got a gun?” I refer to such places as a “hot corner” because I have almost been hit by cars at your car wash several times, have been threatened with physical harm in grocery stores, and apparently many are keen on stealing what is left of my personal property.

On the latter point, their comments were:

“We’ll have you locked out.” (Dierbergs)

“We’ll get in there and get the rest of your stuff.” (Shop and Save)

How about some “crazy talk” in my presence?”

“Hillary wants both of them.” (Shop and Save)

And, I do not appreciate being followed around a place of business by obvious homosexual managers. (Dierbergs) 

Nor do I like it when a male Schnucks employee simulated anal sex with me as his partner. (This took place in Ladue). My joke is, “Since when is Saint Louis so friendly to queers?”

This crap cannot continue.

Thanks,

William C. Hughes