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I was shown Mr. Lennon's piano in 1977. My images of the studio are "missing." Mr. Cameron, I'd like to return to where I came from, and I am not from Syria. Thanks. - HUGHES

191 Murders: Shopping for new cops?

March 23, 2015

William Charles [Evans] Hughes

216 Nagel Avenue

St. Louis, MO  63111-3128

Missouri State Police

Department of Public Safety?

P.O. Box 749

Jefferson City, MO  65102

Dear Smokey Bear:

After many rounds of “Uh oh” and “He can’t get that job!” die down, we need to get very serious and assess if 216 Nagel Avenue in St. Louis would be too risky a residence for a new Missouri Department of Mental Health director to reside. Deputy Director? $95,000 does not go as far as it used to, except when you’ve been at 40% of the federal poverty figure for 18 months, and have paid 70% of that sum to rent.

Too bad my IBM computer crashed and the Cricket died when Washington U. offered a job last winter. I stayed alive somehow without a job or functional computer, but in applying for honest work saw the most elegant Malaysian “throat cut” signal ever from a nice young foreign exchange student. Later, an airplane from Malaysia was shot down. I’m allowed to wonder by who, and I’m sure the pretty coed had nothing to do with it.       

All about me? Oh yeah? The St. Louis City cops don’t know Bill. Not at all. Therefore, since I know them, I here allege they were behind the firing of a shotgun three times near my crackerbox rented house on March 19, 2015. It may turn out to be the shot heard round the mental health world as I exclaimed, “That’s it!” and finally called local police via Ventura County California’s favorite number (but not) to say, “Shots fired at Robert and South Broadway. Can you do something about it?”

Why sure; put the shotgun away and drive off in your cop car. The “trigger” for this call from the “Outdoor Extremist Redneck Gun Range” a.k.a. “Carondolet Neighborhood?” The time of day. I also exclaimed, “F^^k! The bank is still open!” A little early for target practice, Gabe. My jotting, and the worthless tracking telecom customers 24/7 Trac Fone say it occurred at 1:47 p.m. Trac Fone won’t call 911? Won’t call Canadian Area Codes? Won’t call international as advertised? Just what I need; another lawsuit and a cheap-o, pay as you go phone service!  

What did that get you? More trouble. Now, I want to run for president like a grown-up Independent and take cop handguns away. The impeccable logic? If cops on meth don’t have a gun, they can’t shoot any more black guys. Republican? Such tightwads! Democrat? So stinky! To demonstrate how the DMH director cannot be delusional, I will say straight up that if I only got twice the votes of oilman Ross Perot in 1992, that does not win the White House. Problem? Bill Hughes is a lawful troublemaker, and predictably some dirty trickster has already, swiped, copied, and returned my flash drive with the “Master Plan for World Domination,” so I’d better change it, but not on state government time.

Can’t win? That’s not the point. My running mate gets New York and Massachusetts. I get Michigan and California. The result? No one can win, thanks to the Electoral College my high school teacher said was a bad idea.# He was right. What would I do? I would sit in the Los Angeles Hilton and laugh as you all try and figure out who your fearless leader is going to be. That’s my idea of “fun,” and by the way, I’ve already seen the Hilton girls dance (Nicky & Paris), yet I relate these true stories for free and no one cares.

Therefore, even though the big FedEx envelope finally arrived from Hollywood, I might as well put in a year or two for Governor Nixon if I remain alive and I’m hired. The stay alive part is where you come in. Want a bottom line and a spy’s “I’ll talk to you later?” The officers of the law I have jovially termed “Garlic Breath Cops” need federal supervision—fast. Ferguson? Smokey, the way I see it, which is too often correct, that mess was just a “diversion” for whatever these camouflage wearing .mil rejects were planning down here. As for talking, my civil rights have been so trampled, I’ll only talk to cop-like public officials in Tel Aviv or Tehran. As I say often to enemies in abstentia, “There’s nothing you can do about it.” (Except invent a crime, like China’s Mao or Russia under Stalin’s boot).      

Do you know your St. Louis geography? A lady at a mental health advocacy group, when asked about I-55 & Loughborough, denied knowing where it is. I myself passed it up thousands of times as a lawful motorist. In my community social work practice, I rudely called it, “The ass end of Saint Louis.” Today I say, “The closer to Lemay, the more stinky it gets.” Next race riot, be sure to put a contingent of National Guard down here, because these idiots have far more guns of better quality than on the North Side. I used to hear them all of the time, and recent silence leads me to believe some clever snitch has passed along t-party plans to the proper authorities. If I know her, I’m allowed to deny it.

Thanks,

William Charles Hughes  

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# The master plan, code-named GARLIC KING, has now been changed to whip ass in TX, FL, AL, MS, GA, LA, TN, KY…Me? I sleep in CA and get 55 electoral votes. Who wants them?   

Simon Says

11/25/2017

Dear Simon Staff:

I was a big admirer of the late senator and I recall going into a library on the SIU CARBONDALE campus closely observed by what I call “creeps.” This was in the 1990’s, and later (2003-2006) I would stop at coffee shops in Carbondale after a visit to Anna-Jonesboro. I had made the mistake of writing a book about national security. Don’t ever do this!

The central thesis of the book is that your nation is run by shadowy mafia, intelligence agency goons, and big-time drug dealers. Some more specific claims that got the manuscript a “look” at Tom Kean’s Rutgers office and the Graham Center in Florida are:

1. Your military runs the importation of illegal drugs.
2. Americans plotted out the 9/11 attacks for decades.
3. Americans helped Saudi stooges on the ground in California, Arizona, and Florida. (As a bonus, I am well acquainted with some of the “helpers”).
4. Congress shirks its duty by either lying or covering-up these ugly facts.
5. There is not much to be done about it, but I made recommendations—in 2006.
6. Your elections are “rigged,” and have been for generations.
7. The endpoint of all this high-tech manipulation will be a “happy,” drugged-up, totally controlled electorate that does not even notice totalitarian rule.

I think if Senator Simon were still alive he’d say, “That’s all very interesting. Who is this guy?” According to Trump-haters, I suppose I am but another participant in “The Resistance,” whatever that may be. Poor Don. As might be said in common Cairo Illinois speech, “They’re fixin’ to take away The Button.” (a.k.a. Nuclear Launch Codes). Why? The president is nuts, Bill Hughes is not.

Want a change to the 25^th Amendment? First, a quorum of the cabinet decides “The President is a mental case.” Three psychiatrists then interview the nutty president. They vote, like an appellate court. If a majority of the three doctors thinks he is unfit, it goes back to the cabinet. The cabinet votes, and if there is a majority among his or her own appointees in agreement with psychiatrists, the President of the United States is removed from office—immediately.

It would be a fairly high bar, and involve far less drama than impeachment. What does the impeachment process have to do with a raging personality disorder? In theory, a president could have Major Depression, Bipolar Disorder, or even Schizophrenia and do their job better than Donald J. Trump. You see, medication helps with those illnesses, but when you grow up with the “silver spoon” and have everything your way, no pill can fix that. Why not rent The President’s Analyst, because I can’t while involuntarily “stuck” in a Marlborough Missouri motel room for 12 months.

Happy Holidays,

William C. Hughes     

Klingon? "I did not say that"

Swansea Prison

 

 

Dear Democrats:

I was only half right this time, as a Democrat apparently won in Virginia, gut given gruesome hearings in the House Ways & Means Committee I sit and watch, to me an 8 point win is far from “overwhelming.” I reconstructed how I managed to contact a family that used to have “multimillion dollar fundraisers” for Democrats in Franklin County, Missouri. I was a state official there, and I don’t suppose you want some hair-raising mental health crisis stories from that county, but maybe the electorate  does.

The widow of a wealthy Jewish man who donated all of the money said something to me in January of this year. “We don’t do that anymore, but good luck with that,” she said.  What is that about which she spoke when I’m about to find myself in a homeless shelter? Her name is Rosalyn Kling, and her deceased husband was a “supporter” of the hospital that gave me 7% raises when the norm at my state job was no increase in salary or 1% in a good fiscal year.

I think if somebody turned me loose, the next ultra-liberal Democrat might win. I’d go around with a target on the back of my tweed jacket and taunt the NRA. I’d put a barstool on the stage and prop an assault rifle next to it. Wonder with me no longer why former congressman William Hughes in New Jersey—the man who got them banned— wrote back last holiday season. The ongoing joke with his Hughes Center staff has been “What does this have to do with New Jersey?”

I’m going to call my Republican friend on the Election Board in St. Louis who cannot retract what he said. Regarding the U.S. presidency, it was: “You and Caroline should have gone in there in alphabetical order.”

I said, “Gary, H is before K.”

I’m quite sure he was joking, and another of mine is: “I no longer record my calls.”

Thanks,

Bill Hughes

(16 NH Primary votes were for me!)

FL Bulldog? Then my royal ass shits buttermilk!

LayZFedJudge

 

Killing-Off Pennsylvanians

Promising Author Egolf Kills Himself at 33 (Member of Smoketown Six)

Edited on Sun May-15-05 12:51 AM by Placebo Tristan Egolf, a political activist and author whose first novel at age 27 won him comparisons to William Faulkner and John Steinbeck, has died. He was 33. Egolf died May 7 of a self-inflicted gunshot wound in a Lancaster apartment, said G. Gary Kirchner, Lancaster County coroner.

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Sun May-15-05 12:51 AM Response to Reply #2

3. Done!