Yet Another Schizophrenic from Wales

Let's quash those rubbish rumors Harry is gay by...
sending Hughes one of his old girlfriends.

[The Axis I diagnosis is clear to Russians at the state hospital, and Nazis at Washington University Medical School in St. Louis, anyway]

“In 1955, at the age of 25, Hughes moved to America and began working in Boston for the The Christian Science Monitor…Shortly before Ronald Reagan was elected president, Hughes received a call from one of Reagan's advisors, asking him what Reagan should say in his acceptance speech, should he be elected. Hughes offered some ideas, which were remembered and used. Shortly after Reagan was elected, Hughes was asked to move to Washington D.C. to serve in Reagan's administration from 1981–1985.”

Axis II as well! [Sociopathic traits are O.K. in USA…with a badge & gun]

“In 1886 several horses were stolen from his and neighboring ranches. Hughes trailed the men for several months, killing some of them and capturing the rest. He returned the stolen horses to their owners. His feat gained the attention of not only the outlaws but also the Texas Rangers.” 

Kohler Building

Why don't we all wait until some Russian tanks show up to ruin an EU day?

December 2, 2016

Dear Rev. Kohler –

I’ve attached my long Luther-like document submitted to the local archdiocese. Later a priest literally in the middle of Trump & Clinton at the Al Smith event suggested I contact the Archbishop in New York. I did, and was brushed off.

Now, in addition to seeking records on the annulment of my parents’ marriage, I’d like one too. I certainly do not intend to file for an annulment here, where I was indeed baptized at St. Augustine’s and confirmed by Cardinal Ritter at Most Holy Name. I do not want to file where the ex-wife resides (Michigan). I think the best place is where evidence of this farce resides. That is Wisconsin, where in a civil ceremony; I thought I was doing the morally correct thing. Baloney! The ex went to acting school for more than one reason.

No former brother-in-law of four will speak to me, and the divorce papers have vanished twice. Not even a photo of my mom or dad in my possession? This is strong evidence in another kind of process that dad might be Howard Hughes and the “dad” named Charles Hughes was a vastly older brother, and also Howard’s son. He died and no one told me! Given he was a devout Catholic, I called his old parish (St. George) and his favorite priest had died. Most of my friends have—you guessed it, died. How are all of these people dying before the national longevity average?

I’m not dead yet, and cannot find out the alive or dead status of former spouse Gayle Margaret Margherita (Rosati Kain, 1974). From a public office in California, I found her best friend working in Chicago. Susan said, “Don’t ever call me again.” This sort of reception happens to me often, but not in Los Angeles, where I was told stories by elderly people who knew Howard Hughes. Is Terry Moore deceased yet? I am not.

Have a wonderful weekend,

William Charles Hughes (Rosary-Trinity, 1973)        

Closeout Sale

My physician often said I was, "Bad for business."
"As the stock market roars, the shopkeeper snores"
You can quote me on that.

Stories! Love Letters!! Nonfiction Prose!!! Movie Pitches!!!!

07.25.2016

My uncle Ralph Hughes worked in Baton Rouge for Cargill many years, and this made sense given he had married a French Canadian named Marie. When Ralph died suddenly, my father made no arrangements to attend his funeral. I even offered to pay for the flight, but all he would say is, “I don’t like the way Marie is talking.” Last year, desperate for political help, I called a U.S. Senator’s office down there. He had a very smart female aide who said, “I’m not afraid of bad neighborhoods” [Like mine]. When I called a state official, he said, “Mister Hughes, welcome to Louisiana.”

This is another example of how, like in the entertainment business, lately people tell you anything to move on, terminate the call, get you off their back, etc. I never did that on the other end of a state government phone when people were looking for HELP. Back to Uncle Ralph, he laughed and cut-up almost the entire limousine ride when granny died. As with my maternal grandmother, she died poor, but the funeral procession looked like an heir to the brewery died. When I said, “Did you guys spend all of the insurance money on this funeral?” the driver looked in the rear-view mirror.

It took me from 1997 to 2007 to figure out what was so funny to Ralph. The limo driver was very old, 6’3” with a neatly trimmed gray beard, and for some reason got out of the vehicle to stretch his long legs at the VA Cemetery. J. Edgar Hoover did not think Howard had died, and I can prove granny died twice. (The records at the cemetery and funeral parlor do not match on the date). Where are the hospital records? At a hospital corporation with the same name as the one I’ve claimed to be born at in Canada. The Canadian consulate gave me an appointment on my birthday. No lie; and Richard/“Ricky” would not change his story about it. Second City is in New York now? The Cubs moved to Phoenix? How would I know with so little internet?

I made an 8mm production in 1966 with sound-synched tape lampooning The French Chef. Possibly Meryl Streep found out about this and played Julia too. If I had so much as high-tech U-tube money, I’d find an Obama look-alike for a voice over of: “President Obama personally joined the fight against ISLE today, as his motorcade was ambushed by several gunmen with AR-15 rifles.” You can guess the rest.

If only my Manhattan Theater Club honcho hadn’t died young. The “Freshman Challenge” at his college theatre department was to do something impressive straightaway. They build an identical “Hollywood Squares” set in 48 hours. When I saw it, I said, “How are the actors getting to the third floor?” Mike gazed at the set and said, “I didn’t think of that.”

Bill Hughes

>>Please share with winos, subversives, and unemployed actors<<

 

Back in the U.S.S.(R)A

The Old Post Office in St. Louis...back when they delivered mail.

01.17.2016

Dan –

For once, I am happy for a Monday holiday, as when I was employed with the Missouri Department of Mental Health. My pension? $518. Can you live on that in D.C.? No, but it would buy you a whole box of cigars, when I promised you one for what I am sure was accurate advice on closing my PAC [C00431841].

I’d love to visit in-person, but what I call “Moving the protoplasm” has become too big a deal. GUNSHOTS nearby again, on a Sunday morning? What a great town this is, with a deserved reputation as a “Murder Capital.” Like the USA, I can’t defend it any more. The DNA research shows me clearly that the “Must be my last name” joke holds water.

I came across your e-mail address by looking into Hillary’s dirty laundry. Want a bone? When Missouri Governor Mel Carnahan died in a plane crash, I had a meeting to attend, so I filed past the coffin. Acting Governor Roger Wilson looked at me with no bodyguard in sight like, “Don’t you get it?” I did not. [He was later indicted for something or other]. The tidbit is a photo from the funeral featuring what I allege is a Bill Clinton “body-double” and the real Hillary looking pissed. As for the Secret Service guy who I nicknamed “The Little Man,” he’s seen sitting behind Clinton after suggesting I get on U.S. 54 North with a hand gesture.

I’m not related to “The Aviator?” I’d have to be a hell of a liar! Trump may be a chump, but…

Get Hillary!!

Bill    

  

The Gated Mobile Home Park – Only in California

The volume was 23,000? When that bubble bursts, I've got the apple concession on K Street.

May 27, 2014

William Charles Hughes

5819 Michigan Avenue

St. Louis, MO  63111

Linda Sherman

Baker Hughes

2929 Allen Parkway, Suite 2100

Houston, TX 77019-7111

Dear Ms. Sherman:

Upon receipt of this letter, you are the acting Chief Executive Officer of Baker Hughes. My many logistic problems are both inexplicable and totally unacceptable. I will discuss this further, and fully disclose my plans for spending some time in Washington, D.C. when I finally arrive in Texas.

You have given me some cause for optimism, as have staff members at some rather influential “think tanks.” Surprised?  I think not, and look forward to meeting you.

Good luck,

William Charles Hughes