A Work in Progress

"We" continue @2:10 p.m. on 09.27.11
www.ic3.gov again? "Close" to what, ma'am? 

Ms. Koval –

Given that most of the area “homeless” appear to have sufficient income to be housed, or live in a dry vehicle, I have determined I may be the only truly homeless person in town, and indeed Howard’s grandson. What political office am I running for? Today, I don’t know.

Herman Cain won a Florida “Straw Poll,” and I can’t whip the president’s butt in a future Florida debate? Oh yes I can, and where is the joke? Someone stole my speech & debate ribbons long ago, and I am not speculating on the identity of extra adults who were “in the room.”

For the local park politics update, I’d like to complain that “TOWEL ON HEAD BOY” and “DANCER BOY” sat out back for hours after the Goebel closed on Friday, September 23^rd, 2011 playing with a laptop on your Wi-Fi. It may interest you to know I saved a photo of a guy who looks just like our dancer at the scene of a political assassination. [More later. Time for computer class—I looked at the wrong day on the schedule].

What's the problem @GSAC? Four STALKERS in & out of the building, and yet another "Carnival Con" trick resulted in a pencil gone bye-bye to a multi-state stalker, NOT my nearly completed ninth screenplay. Therefore, oh so fired FBI, I'll take my sweet ass time about downloading the "White Paper" you have noted in my g-mailbox. What heinous crime will Kenny & fat GF allege with my DNA?

America, why so many tattoos and gifted to Hughes DNA in California? Ask a biker; I'm told they are about to have some type of war I did not start, however, "we" can start the bidding war on #9 any old time, right Deputy Johnson?

Right!

WGA? What's That? Who Are You?

Big Men on Campus. Not for long.

Oh, they're nuts! I can't help them. Get me outta here!
It would only be a movie, and the credit says "C____ K_____ "as hereself."
It's my idea of a joke! God help me!

INT. WHITE HOUSE/OVAL OFFICE – CONTINUOUS

As old off the shelf from God knows where radios CRACKLE, and Bob is heard yelling in the background, Seth tosses down a gray slate-like device.

SETH

Is it that bad?

CARLOS

Yes, sir.

BOB (O.S.)

What the fuck is wrong with you? I ought to slap you silly!

(beat)

SETH

Let’s go.

CUT TO:

INT. WHITE HOUSE/HALLWAY – CONTINUOUS

Seth and a motley entourage are progressing away down the hall. The new, improved FOOTBALL is being carried beside him. He whips the wheelchair around and speaks to seemingly no one.

SETH

Get down in that East Wing bunker where Cheney’s ass sat...and hold the fort, will ‘ya?

FEMALE V.P.

Yes, sir.

Have they all gone nuts? Not yet? More tonight, and as “Lenea” yelled, “They can see through your eyes!” [Girl I figured the little 911 St. Rita Ave. cameras weren’t that good in 2006]

"Thanks for your help! The check's in the mail! Could you clear these damn stalkers out of here?
Thanks."

Screenplay Interruptus

QUOTE OF THE DAY: "It's hard to be a good guy."
YESTERDAY'S QUOTE: "We're all here."
REP. VAN HOLLEN'S QUOTE I ALLEGED HAD "DISAPPEARED": "It's time for this committee to get real" [My emphasis].
ROMNEY, MITT'S QUOTE: "This cannot be sustained."


Hey Romey, I say that all of the time! And, what the f*** are you really talking about, sir? Can all of you cut the [EXPLETIVE DELETED] double-talk out? Much like the unwritten American rule of, "Never say 'CIA' in polite company" rule,* I've been calling it "torment," instead of "torture." Wait until the live TV camera(s) arrive(s)! Andrea, I am inviting your, not my, Congressperson, Commander Sander, Jerry Brown, the Ventura County Star, Los Angeles Times, and my very special {not} friends folk at ABC 7 [observed during my "crack hotel phase" to staff the hottest weather girls on the tube, or flat screen invented by my, not your, HUGHES AIRCRAFT COMPANY].

* I say "Central Intelligence Agency." Takes longer, but carries less chance of idiots falsely alleging "mental disorder."

A-Z, Time t.o. Go To MO...& NH via IA

Samoans! Malaysians! Cue Ball Heads & Fu Manchus! Now, the "Kill McMurphy Injun?" Gimmie a break! NO BLACKMAIL--NO CRIMES--NO SPYING!!! 

Fun facts about William V:

Total president PAC $ for this quarter: $60

Persons in California I Trust: None

Destination in Missouri: WMMHC [Not “secret code,” Kenny. I was the boss for a day there]

Age: 56

Eyes: Brown

Name of Girlfriend: None

Favorite Rock Band: Not The Beatles no more. I’m thinking on it.

Favorite Movies: Network, Nashville, Apocalypse Now, 2001: A Space Odyssey, Casablanca, Alien, Dr. Strangelove, Fail Safe, [am I HH’s grandson yet? Not yet?]

Personal Preferences: Write a screenplay scene now, and don’t grab the Chinese whore’s ass who is to my right at this moment:

EXT. MINING TOWN OUTSKIRTS – CONTINUOUS

The Jeep comes to a stop in a light cloud of dust. A bar has been spotted. Cinderblock building, pocked with bullet holes and even a mortar round or two--the beckoning sign is simply a neon martini glass.

LIGHT

Look good?

BILL

Looks too good. Like everything around here.

LIGHT

Weapons?

BILL

Nah.

They enter the bar.

CUT TO:

INT. MINING TOWN BAR – CONTINOUS

The décor is skulls & native garb, as if many have died for merely ordering a drink. Our boys sit at the bar. The BARTENDER, not oddly, looks European.

BARTENDER

Gentlemen?

LIGHT

Scotch. Not picky.

BILL

Local beer. I’ll risk it.

BARTENDER

Right away.

Write-write, read-read. "No problem."

READING LIST:

“Solid and Liquid Waste Drying Bag,” by Hogan, Fisher, & Ames Research Center. It's about NASA shit.

One of the many reasons "they" don't ever want me president:
"Good morning, this is NASA."
"This is the president. Lock the doors."

D.O.J. The Gang's All Here!

Oh, the drama! Hughes writing screenplay at five a.m.? Surely he's "bipolar." Nope. Gotta get a [not drug] deal and get out of "T.O."--a community that makes mental hospital patient life look desirable. [More later after I'm not murdered during Facebook Class @GSAC, because "they" like my screenplay a bit too much, and I was allowed back on Facebook. Friends? They are in a basement in Langley, VA. They're not? Really?]

TRISHA RECOMMENDS EXCEDRIN UNDER THE TONGUE
I say close the damn "Tessla Park"
"Please describe your working conditions for your ninth screenplay, Mister Hughes."
"The computer was so hacked, I'd press a key for a particular letter, and another would appear. The machines would slow down appreciably for that type of sometimes government intrusion I believe to have certainly been illegal."
"Tell us more about the physical environment, Mister Hughes."
"The room had no ventilation, except when they'd blast cold air on you to indicate disapproval. The nuttiest of the chronic homeless would complain bitterly someone was 'stinky,' when I came to believe this was some type of 'Mafia talk' about your willingness to know about things illegal. I would not be the one to provide a full report, because I ignored it, and I do not break the law or spy."
"Did the Goebel staff try to address these issues?"
"I think they tried, but it looked to me like SIEMENS AG was in control of the building. That's a big German company"
"Mister Hughes, how did you come upon this information?"
"From a guy in a Siemens truck parked in front of the West end of Goebel."
"You may step down, Mister Hughes."

No?
Oh yes!

[back to crashing the 777 on Word 2007]

USA's Sociopath Elite? Unbelievable! (but true)

This made it to the blogspot blog? Wow! I have to come all the way across the nation again and kick Brown's ass as a more liberal than Arnie Republican? Help! I win NH? I win, period, fruitcake!!! What's that catchy slogan? I live it. And who are you, shithead? First and last names, before I join the local mantra and, "Call the cops." They're social workers! They're miracle workers!

Nope.

V

Cincinnati Pops? Explosion? Call out the Homeland battle wagons! Oh, Janet!

Who? What's her name?

Is that Kevin Spacey, or someone who looks like him?

Reading my mind again? Damn! How can I write a screenplay under these "horrible" conditions? I should have taken the six month $1,500 option, and got the hell out of town!


ATTENTION DEINSTITUTIONALIZED MENTALLY ILL RUNNING ABOUT THE crpd PARK: It is only a screenplay. The fully loaded with aviation fuel 777 that is going to ram into the terminal is not a plot, plan, or conspiracy. Believe it or not, there is a real government that knows it is not. Yep, they really do. First, a guy pees on the flight deck door. He gets arrested. Then, a smoke bomb in the lavatory? Better go around and get on back to Chicago, and.....


Do I have any privacy? None? May I have a literary agent? Not a secret agent.