Where did Mr. Dimples get that tie?
01.19.2019
Jesus, Mary, and Saint Joseph
know the last thing I need to be doing is researching more political
assassinations. Once done, it cannot be undone, and I don’t like what I saw. I
was lying around chatting with Buzzy the cat and a family friend in Sweden was
shot in the back. I think you know where I was; maybe you know where he was. Black
folks? This Department of State crap is not for me any more than the 1977
C.I.A., but know this. It looks like grandpa was related to William IV, so I
think it’s best to take this up with “The other William.”
When U.S. blacks were
behaving badly, around the time Governor Richard Hughes gave a “Shoot to kill”
order after calling Minnesota buddy and Vice President Hubert Humphrey, someone
in the family conducted what is today absurdly called a “reach out.” One of
them was sent to an African nation to ask if they really would take
dissatisfied black people back to where they originated as slaves. The answer
was, “No thanks” and this fueled the family racist rhetoric. Did they really
believe what they said? I don’t know, but I know they had “bugging” devices back
then too.
The Saudi woman and
Iranian man do not say what they mean on the phone because they know they are
being heard by many. Me? I don’t give a shit because: A). I was not born here;
B). I’d like to see a big World War III run against the United States. It is
that bad, and we are not arguing on the phone because you do not understand me,
and I do not understand your behavior since January of 1985.
Some idiot is talking
about trucking nearby, as I have not a shred of privacy and I do not think you
would ever help with that. Saint Louis? I have gone from the drug apartment to
the drug house to the drug motel to unavoidably being around drug merchants at
the Salvation Army. Like Howard, I dream “crazy” stuff. His swarms of aircraft
were for a movie. One guy was killed during a stunt. Howard’s stunt crash? More
broken ribs, no funeral. What I think about is North American skies full of EU
warplanes to fuck up Canada and the USA. Evil. Greedy. And, the Canadians are sitting
on most of the world’s remaining oil. Jimmy Carter lied? Shocked I am not!!
I have to figure some long
dead spy saw me run in for a fly ball over my head in grade school and said,
“He can’t fly.” Depth perception is very much needed at 600+ m.p.h., if not
20/20 vision. I will no longer dignify allegations Maggie or Margaret had “mood
disorders” or Manic Depressive illness. Granny was never depressed, but she
would get angry and wave a butcher knife. The joke there was, “We can’t feed
the Russian army,” and did you say “Margaret?” If mom was pissed at Charles,
sidewalks were not required to go shopping. Due to evil shrinks slowly killing
her, know I hate Russia and the USA equally, and I hope you have a shitty day
because I have been brutally tortured to where there is no other kind of day
for me in the “Home of the brave.” Leaving Syria so soon? Why? They sure didn’t
want me at 1600 saying stuff like, “Pave it over and be back for lunch” to a
buzz cut Marine commander.
How about a nuclear war to
settle this shit? Bad memory? Why did I have to remember that during the four
team simulated nuclear war in high school I was the Russian commander. TRUE. Though
only a game, it’s frustrating I can’t remember who the female USA commander
was, but she said, “Bill, how could you nuke all of our cities?” I simply said,
“I wanted to win.” That is why my old high school won’t scan a photo of “Father
Pal” (Palazolla) to whom I said, “Who are those guys?” (In suits and nice
clothes, no tie). He looked over the room and said, “I don’t know, Bill.”
Charlie Hughes said that often too. No ride to his VA grave site for five
years? N-U-K-E-D.
The British Airlines
flight leaves when?
William
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