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
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