Me? Run for Con~gress

05-15-2017       

Ms. Eveloff –

My slice of pizza at Happy Joe’s was an idea to illustrate something to a man who works in the policy realm at the County Executive’s office. I’ve since switched the meeting place suggestion to Jack’s for two reasons:

1.    An intellectual property attorney made a commitment to meet with me there, and like a certain Hollywood producer and his mandatory lawyer, ought to be sued and disbarred. William Charles Hughes is tired of being ridiculed, tormented, and even tortured in the United States.

2.    I happen to like their Jumbo Jack and Moby Jack, the onion rings are good, the taco would cause a real Mexican to faint, and I’m fit to run for congress knowing the drink is called a “Shake” not “Milk Shake” because there is little or no actual milk in there. My late dad and I discussed the regulatory battle over FDA food labels quite a bit while alleged sisters were quietly hating the man. They both need to me arrested today, not later.

I so much enjoy watching hearings from the nation’s capital when for some reason CHARTER COMMUNICATIONS took CSPAN 3 and UNIVISION off my motel’s cable feed. I’m here to tell you I have a Univison prone number or two and I really did tell one of their female correspondent’s this: “I’ll watch your gear” because people steal things in Los Angeles, like my cell phone given to me my a Cornell educated electrical engineer. On my plight she said, “I’ll talk to my assignment editor,” then she ended-up at the anchor desk and was promoted on a lit CBS outdoor sign at a bus stop where I unfortunately was forced to sleep. Want a second civil war? If I continue to be treated like this, as they say in LA, “You got it!”

I have been tormented by your two-party politics for so long, apparently some goddamn Russian saw fit to impersonate Joe Lieberman in a tweet. Just like the “KGB Girl” Joe’s account has disappeared. People in and around Los Angeles really thought I should run for president. Be very scared about what I would do today if in Trump’s shoes.

a.    Gas-up and board the “Doomsday Plane” for a “routine flight.”

b.    Pick up a few F-22’s over the North Atlantic, because they work right. Call Putin and say, “I’m coming for you” and hang up.

c.    Add Typhoons over England I have seen with my own eyes. (Don’t ask why when I was not at an air show). Call Putin again and say, “You’re gone.”

d.    Add French Raphael’s under the “moderate” Macron and ask Sweden for my favorite jet, the Gripen.

e.    Wait for the Russian air defenses to show and threaten to start shooting.

f.     I’d guess everybody turns around and goes home with some serious nuclear disarmament talks scheduled, and by the way, I am so sorry I drove the roads where many Hollywood movies showed cars impacting in a celluloid game of “chicken.”

Back to reality, I have concluded after 100 days that Trump has to go “bye-bye” sooner than the Constitution says. Please tell me why my family hid the two daily newspapers during Watergate, and my recurrent joke since 2009 has been, “Is the Internet off yet?”

Yes, I watched the whole Town Hall meeting from Willingboro, NJ and it was despicable. Where can I get a big Republican man with a bald head to rant at, ridicule, and plead for some damn health care coverage? It has been a long time since UNITED BEHAVIORAL HEALTH brought bagels and cream cheese for my presentation, and as for MAGELLAN potentially hiring me I said, “”I’m not working at a place that acts like they are the NSA.” Perhaps we will someday find out very supposedly private behavioral health companies share information with such agencies or their computers are hacked & raided by government spies looking for “loose cannons” “lone wolves,” and “Islamists” but they don’t seem to see dead police chiefs in the works [Coopersvile, OH. No time to read-up on it yet].

The far right seems to suddenly like rock & roll, so maybe when somebody is arrested over taking my rock music collection, I could fire-up “Guns, Guns, Guns” by the Guess Who and run for congress like an adult with slogans such as: “Bill reads the bill” and “The hair isn’t going anywhere.” My anti-assault rifle follies would unfortunately begin with buying my favorite models I’ve heard too close to me too many times. They are the:

M-16

AK-47

AR-15

The plans for them are TOP SECRET, and contingent upon when I get my $2,500 camera like every pornographer in Las Vegas has, plus a few extra microphones.

William Charles Hughes