Dan Has No Such Problems

This is an urgent request for political asylum

Before I confirmed members of my family both maternal and paternal worked “undercover” and overtly for the United States Government, I was rudely tortured on a hot California parking lot. Let us not divert to how I think the State of California long ago seceded from the Union, or never really joined USA. On the lot I wrote two postal letters and mailed them, one to the French embassy unsure of my recently discovered French heritage and one to the Irish embassy certain that my maternal grandmother had been born in Ireland. I had retrieved and seen Ellis Island records on her arrival.

I could not find any record on grandfather James Leonard, and all I was told for a lifetime was, “He was in the Navy.” Possibly the Royal Navy for WWI and on his WWII service I was told, “Not a scratch on his boat.”  My “Father of Record,” Charles Edward Hughes, who I claim to be a vastly older brother had a business associate in Sydney, and as a teenager I could not figure how this could be. Our family lived poor and I was intrusive enough to get in file cabinets to see the Local Cartage Association salary on tax forms which ironically was the same amount I closed out my career at as a Missouri state employee in 2007.

I don’t know where the money went, but I am sure I saw many TWA tickets, yet refused to believe I was related to Howard Hughes when a list of witnesses living and dead could be produced who said I am. Yesterday, I asked a head Public Defender in Saint Louis County to “ask around” if anyone is interested in proving the genetics to end this madness! He may not give me a single attorney name as I have contacted hundreds wihout success. Meanwhile, I am threatened with bodily harm daily as if a dissident Iranian with the Shah in power.

I simply will not live covertly as the Hughes Aircraft methodology, even I know was to “Hide it out in the open.” When challenged, the denial was and is issued. I had pleasant conversations with en of their retirees an even found one they hought had died, yet this produces no legal filing or payment for movie rights. In this nation, pop stars drop mates and abuse children and hey go on to srite books that are published as mine continue o be suppressed. This abuse has spanned the last few years of the Bush Administration, the entire Obama eight years, and has worsened to the point of hearing regular, overt death which cannot be reported due to the ease of retaliation.

In a Salvation Army homeless cot, the aggressor cannot even be locked out as with an incredible two years I spent researching the Hughes family and a book about aviation. Hundreds of e-mail messages were sent to attorneys and lawful officials with no remedy suggested. Instead, the reality of the DNA link is denied by ignoring any on the record process as I am concurrently swarmed by people I’d rather not know, many of whom are mentally ill and dangerous. If from South America, even the Trump Administration would have allowed me in the U.S. That means something is drastically wrong and growing worse. I WANT OUT OF THE UNITED STATES, and no Australian official can deny the link to William “Billy” Hughes, who behaved as I do.

William Hughes  

Political Prisoner 

Which Revolution is in Progress? TEA PARTY or NEGRO?

The last Facebook photo from my Swiss pal. Is she dead?

December 5, 2018

News Channel 5–

To speak on background, first your crew needs to go to Schnucks and buy your source something to eat. Next, pay the Indian man at the Wayside Motel his $224. Mr. Rayman will be happy to hold on to Bill Clinton’s old laptop for another $75 per month as we agreed upon before I ventured out to California again. As for the Obama missile-shooting model laptop upon which I type, you too can see the photo of it in use to kill Osama bin Laden.

Hillary Clinton looks distressed as Secretary of State during that “mission,” and we all know a big fuss would follow anyone even suggesting that a Hughes should again be at the helm “Over at State.” It’s the most hated federal agency on the map; just ask Rex Tillerson, if you can find him. Your reporter is welcome to chat with Ms. Kirkoff, my contact at Pompeo’s Bureau of Intelligence and Research on speaker-phone. Looks like they somehow got it wrong again on the Saudi Crown Prince, or they were lying until CIA stepped in to rattle Rand Paul and Lindsey Graham. Even with a lesser job, the cry could go up again: “Get Hughes in here!” (For the truth). Now, let’s hear Lindenwood officials lie and say there was no influx of Saudi guys in 1974. Back then I really said, “If Aziz makes King, we’re in deep shit.”

Turning to local news, I await more info on the AMANDA JONES case so I can fail to pass it along to the FBI. Since I was refused a ride to a certain job interview in 2014, I have asked, “What can you do for me?” I’ve wondered many things since, like how someone can remove calls from the call record on my old android device. I am sure I called my #1 source’s Probation Officer before I called on the rest of Jefferson County. Is there anyone down there under 30 not on the caseload? Must be that new e-z brewing process for methamphetamine.

The additional trouble beyond JeffCo is the source who had some sort of illicit role right here in Marlborough, which is indeed in Saint Louis County. I believe I have chatted too often with the Prosecuting Attorney’s office, yet nobody’s door has been battered down yet over drug traffic. They want firsthand information from me? I guess I will be at the Forestry Dept. homeless camp with no “program” to attend. As many lawmen and lawwomen said in California, “You are falling through the cracks,” meaning no mental issues, no drug problem, and no bottle of booze nearby my outdoor sleeping site.

I know the name of a woman in a California Highway Patrol car who discussed their relaxed by St. Louis standards chase protocol with me. I do not know the name of the Saint Louis County cop female who drove like a nut with me in the car. What was her clue as she tailgated a hapless citizen? ”Doesn’t he see me?” Name, please! I prognosticate she is no longer in Afton, or with the department. How about “Captain Cocaine” as a prime topic of investigation? He first insulted me in Richmond Heights, and I now wonder what sunny climate that jackass retired to. I noted he sold his fake “cop car” to Mr. Rayman, but John’s recordkeeping may be poor on that transaction. The surge of business incorporations down here in 1994 I say is because Hughes Aircraft was being closed down, but despite reading the New York Times and the Sunday Post-Dispatch, this news escaped me.

Would you like the names of all the Hughes Aircraft Company (HAC) retirees who chatted with me, some at length? For God’s sake I was invited to their retiree group’s meeting in Redondo Beach, but could not afford the mediocre food at their Cheesecake Factory luncheon. Get it through your heads who I am. Howard Robard’s son. Don’t think so? Pay to disprove it. The local drug mob in Hemet, California got their torturous act in gear after I called Forest Lawn Cemetery, supposedly to get a DNA sample from screenwriter Rupert Hughes and end this madness. Instead, I got assaulted by an old biker gang slut. Want me running for office? “No rights, no law, no justice,” I would say. (Without money, you can be micro economically raped and sodomized by any passerby on Satan’s Internet). If you have some cash or bitcoin, however, you can participate in Obama’s “transactional” political realm. This to me means, “I have ten dollars for a crack rock,” and guess what? This stuff is available on just about every City of Saint Louis street corner. Does the mayor know this? I am not the one to tell her.

Always,

William C. Hughes