Now, Let's Get Really Nasty

I saw Jerry's version in a Temple. No comment. 9 stories up. I smoked it out. Look at the girl, son. Always keep an eye on the girl.

As for Donna's place out in what the fuck Florida...oh, Tamarac? I'd like to pull a Uzi myself and, "Take care of business." They'd do that for me? Cool!

AND NOW, AS Onion Horton would say, to "Send 'ya home," HERE ARE THE MICHELLE OBAMA TARGET PHOTO "INSIDE JOKES" "Hey Frank! Does this blog go anywhere? China? What the hell? There, too? I still call it the 'Soviet Union.' Do you think that will get me some 'traction.' Oh, that's right, I quit again."

To the Journal You Are Not Stealing, "Peg-Leg":
"Walk much?"
Steal any of my property yet? Not yet? Are all of the ex presidents still alive? If not, I did not do it, Mark. Is Obammy okay? I would not know.
VERA: "William, how could you hurt the president?"
ME: "Vera, there is no way for me to do that."
Do I know "Vera's LAST FUCKING NAME? Of course not. Mine is "Hughes," or "Brunswick." Bobby thought it was the latter. He got murdered. So did James. He got murdered. What a nice little community you have here! No wonder they jog around, numbnuts!!! [Are Peter and Doug in jail yet? Not yet?]

The following is dedicated to a black man who got his fellow black folk a J-O-B, unlike the President of the United States. Is the Internet off yet, Jill? ALL CA SPIES: "Who is that guy? Who is that guy?" HINT For Ninnies: He's from Missouri, like me.

L. to R.
1. Michelle Obama is carrying one bag, with nothing visible in the cart.
2. The woman behind her is carrying two bags over her shoulder.
3. The woman is wearing an "apparel joke."
4. I've placed the woman next to me in 2000-2001.
5. Michelle's hat color.
6. The Nike checkmark.
7. Michelle's blouse is like a nurse's or dental hygenicist's. May I fix my crowns, please?
8. Gold purse? I thought you & hubby were only worth a cool million or so.
9. The woman behind her is under the Aisle #8 sign.
10. Michelle has the #6 sign behind her.
11. The look on the First Lady's face says [to me, anyway], "Hughes, that's enough." What? I'm just getting started beating the stuffing out of Barack with less than $10, a Ralph's cart full of court-ready evidence, four blogs, four e-mail boxes, and a bunch of clowns, many of whom belong in a drug treatment program or State Hospital RONALD REAGAN closed long ago. Did you say "debate?" I'll feed him a good joke line. Ready?

ME: "The American people cannot afford four more years of Michelle Obama."
BARACK: "Mister Hughes, you cannot afford to run for president."
ME: "You are correct, sir."
No one would laugh? I guess I'll check-in @Hillmont for 72 hours and free meals, but the nurse hung-up on me two years ago. Never worked in a mental hospital? That means they don't want me there.

A 6:25 p.m. pdt on 10.02.2011 "p.s."
FAST FORWARD:
"President Hughes, why did you suspend SSI payments to Alaska and California?"
"Too much S-P-Y-I-N-G. Next question."

OUT OF GENERAL REVENUE TAX MONEY, I MIGHT, AND DID, ADD.

Later fans,
V

"And now, what I'd planned to post." "First, may I defecate indoors, Peter?"

I'd like to publish a book, not listen to those assholes @NPR and fill up paper plates with notes I cannot follow-up on. Where is my 1992 Nissan 240SX? Where is my 2007 Ford Focus? Where are my bumper-stickers from 2008 New Hampshire? No one knows? Bullcrap! So in prison you already are!

Let's get nuked, instead. Why would I care? Oh, they planned it just right. Starting when? In about 1837. The best spies in the world are running around the GSAC? Pathetic, and I don't even spy. I CATCH THEM.

Ready? Got a headache? Muscle spasm? Diarrhea? Constipation? It's called GRAVITY. Block the cell membrane, and you dehydrate. It's not the water. You can't gain weight? Did that drug-pushing shrink call you "Anorexic?" No, as "Peggy" said too long ago to me, William V, in the GOEBEL SENIOR ADULT CENTER Social Lobby Area, "I can't seem to gain weight." Neither can I, honey. Humanoid "Creatures" that barely eat? Need very little, if any, water? Ready to get nuked? Call the Secret Service. [Not "central casting," and grinning at what I call the the crpd "Park Automatons." She'd never seen one, I reckon. Circling back to "Peggy," What was that exit line long before they changed the front doors to an MPC model? "Deep shit!" [I guess Mike, Mark, nor Rick heard her. I did.]

No, I do not want to talk to you. My wife Bruce will maybe bring me a cold piece of chicken from the church that deserves an assault rifle nutty boy they do so little mental health screening--like none. "Advantage" Card? May I get out my orange scissors and cut that sucker up on TV, Jerry? Democrats; so mafia! Republicans; so freaking cheap, and that's how they got so wealthy. You all know I'm right. Government gals, where did my e-mail from the Chinaman go? Who is in that MSN box? Frank? Could he be convinced to stop? Yahoo had a management "shakeup" about the time half of my sorta incriminating e-mail disappeared. Then, the whole damn thing took flight. To where? Today, "missing" mail from a Verizon box (not mine, cant afford that shit). "Verizon Man" in 2008 NH? Don't make me change my mind again. I quit politics last night. Why? "Why, Mr. Hughes? Please weblog it! We are commies and nazis who want everything for free!"

Why did I quit this time? I muttered derogatory things about our first not so black president, and a person who I have no choice but to trust stole my line and muttered, "that ain't gonn awork.' So, I cleaned it up to ready for political Prime Time as I looked at my reflection in a overly reflective window. This was preceded by, "See the hair tint? See the makeup? See the verrry expensive suit?" And, what happened USA/UK/EU? I saw it, too, and scared the crap out of myself. This president is toast if I can get the fuck out of California, but you are "Brain Altered" and just won't help. No time machine to 1983, when I asked my spouse, "What is that crap they are dumping out of the Space Shuttle from Vandenberg? 'Secret Pentagon mission?' I don't like the sound of that." I still don't. The "crap" is mine, and I've got a problem? What's that line from my ain't seen it in a while script cosmically titled Ask Not?

BRETT

Are you trying to overthrow the United States Government?

JANET

No, you are.

I slept two nights with some minor legend named "Janet" out here, and nothing went on like HH? The guy with four E.T. faces on his skateboard with three named gave me "Brett.?" Could you insult me some more? Is it raining yet, Ventura? In late 2008, I was going to "sapper" that thing on the beach. No need now, right Jerry?

ATTENTION LUTHERAN SS FATTIES AND KEN-KEN'S:
1. I do not want to talk to you.
2. I do not want to use your cell phone.
3. I do not want to run for president until someone gets arrested for STALKING me, like you!
4. You shall not steal my I.D. that says, "Hughes."
5. You cannot kill me and take my too high "Advantage" card. [However, a goddamn social worker could go to Von's or Ralphs or Albertsons...Schnucks? Really? Now we're talking business. (It is a St. Louis joke, ca SSI fattie).
6. E.T. Chasers? No more screenplay shall be typed-up in here! You are too crazy!

Let's Go Shopping! (At K-Mart, robo-spy creep)

Michelle, what is my PAC "People for the Real Deal" for if I am kept a CA/"T.O." prisoner for four fucking years? Worst photo of your husband we can find. Worst photo of you we can find. You know the rest. My "Tag Line": "Free enterprise? Only for a few of their best friends." Did I mention the rest of us are on Food Stamps, and now, psycho Republicans are talking about cutting them off? Good job, Barack! Are the borders closed yet? And buddy, I'm not talking about some goddamn Canadian bookstore. Why was Marine LePen at Starbucks? You know the one. "605" someplace or other. Oh, those "number kooks!" What did I tell the squirrels I was going to do to the Eiffel Tower? I was kidding? Maybe. Same old, same old, with the French. Libya? Already in there sniffing for what? O-I-L.

Did I threaten one of my noncompliant governments today? I get a lot done talking to my hand. And, as a kid I wondered thusly: "We are so poor, how do we know people in Australia?" ca kooks, why are my temples not balding like Howard and Charles?Why is my skull kinda round, again unlike Howard & Charles? Grandpa Leonard was bald? Why not me? I'm a genetic experiment through sexual intercourse. LET US REVIEW:
The Lie: Half Irish, one quarter Austrian, one quarter English.
The Truth: one half English, one quarter Irish, one quarter Hungarian.
[They re-draw the borders in Europe from time to time. This is coming to North America, and I'm sick of trying to prevent it. Let's get it on, Soldier Boy!]
SHORT OLD SPY CLUES: (It's generally all I need, Apple/Android thingy boy)"Read your Cicero."
"It's like a Western."
"Patience."

General Motors Is Still Sponsoring a "Revolution?" Not with my money!

Who bought HUGHES AIRCRAFT COMPANY? General Motors. Did I talk to a guy who weathered the "transiton" right here at GOEBEL SENIOR ADULT CENTER? Yes. Is he dead? "Kneecapped?" No, he still plays Ping Pong on [REDACTED BY THE PRESIDENT'S ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT RELATIVE ON WELFARE]

Pre "Game" Show:
- Four hours to settle down the "Brain Altered."
- One and a half hours to make the public computer work correctly.
- Two hours to send a few e-mails that don't go anywhere.
- I did, however, get a clue from my Marine GF "Your mail isn't going anywhere, buddy" coworker in 2005 about a certain on-line enterprise, and...he tried to clone his dog? Excuse me, it was his girlfriend's dog. For 20 million? Canadian or U.S.? Per The Christian Science Monitor, not some crazy spy. Wow! This is getting kinda serious. Especially when a person also connected with an enterprise like that was a patient of mine in Illinois, then later rang the Sal Army bell in New 2008 New Hampshire. It wasn't him? Yes, it was. And, I shall get to the First Lady's girfriend in a minute--if the Internet stays on.
- Salvation Army? Didn't I get in the face of a Sal Army "General" in 1995? The polite allegation? "You don't do squat for my clients." He took it like a [Christian] man. Did I mention they were selling drugs at the "treatment" center? I was polite back then, not now.
[my skinny butt hurts. may i leave now? screenplay? what screenplay?]
- "Executive Decision": Need [not mafia] cash for one of my old scripts, because Mr. Bruce and I are not going to get rained on until one kills the other, nor will "The Cops" come and take us both away. He and I agreed this would not occur. Further, the coppers have "thrown in" as well on the concept of yet another HUGHES making a movie. I promise it will: a). Feature airplanes; and b). Will be better than Jet Pilot.
- MOVIE PRICING AS I GUESS AT IT:
Immaculate>>A bargain at $20,000,000.00
Ask Not>>Play, play, play on the Apple Computer @$40,000,000.00
Rainbow Rebellion>>Are you kidding? $60,000,000.00 and some real warplanes? Don't worry, Mr. Producer, as homeless for 39 full months has made me, "Tight as a hen's ass."
- BTW, the title of this site is not a joke.
- A Typhoon/Eurofighter over the Northwest corner of the HWY 23 & Janss Road "cloverleaf," and T.O.'s Brain Altered look at me like they don't know what the DOT term cloverleaf means? Bye. Gotta go. Don't want your fucking Food Stamps. 
- In my journal I called it the "B-3," because I thought it was USA's airplane.
- I came to know the SOUND of it. Why was that so important, drunk moron?
[Hey, I'm Bill Colby. That's a CIA joke, son]
- "Hughes, where is the Central Inteligence Agency?" "Get off of I-270 going out of Washington, D.C. at the green C.I.A. sign. 'Ya can't miss it. At the end of the ramp, make a right. A left, and you're at my place, HUGHES NETWORK SYTEMS."
- Joke? "I had a long job interview at BBB, and got hired by AAA." Explanation for Doo-Doo Birds>>The "psych profile" that rules is all done by age 10. (If you are anybody imnportant). Do I change? Only my mind. Run for president? Are you nuts? I want my purple hat, William. I'll take Katie off your hands, too, you jackass.

Hey Army Intel Man (always a negro), I'm Still Here!

The President's new "Luxuty Condo." Could I cut-off his Secret Service protection if I won? Oh Solictior General, I've got a question for you! Are we departing 1000 Oaks yet? not yet?

Hey kids! I just figured out a mystery about Howard Hughes, my grandpa. A book said he was afraid of black people. Here's the scoop! The U.S. Army Man who is in the field to kill your ass [U.S. persons on U.S. soil] is a black guy. Who did Howard work for? Who do I...ADMIRAL WILLIAM? Not right!

They say the darndest things on those towers and ground radios. Does the FAA have any money left? I'd float you a loan. I really would. I'm a public sector kind of guy. Golly, in the pic above, they already know the plane is on fire? How?

What went on around heah on 09/10/2011? The power was out. Why did I recognize the jet in the dark? Why a light show over?.....where did my Chinese MSN buddy go? He "disappeared." What was in the library? As my screenplay line goes, "No workee."

Aviators, I'm back into AR-79-17. That one really burns my ass. Right near there I was--unwittingly, always. Then some fool made a "Docudrama" with my only caught CLONE flying the plane? Not funny! Legally actionable, too. Me? Look for the U-Tube again? As "Bill" says in my screenplay, "Not today."

Who the fuck are you people, anyway? SSI nuts. Drunks. Druggies. Mentally ill. And you wonder why I talk to the GSAC staff? I shall live to pull Michelle Obama's panties down tomorrow. Don't look!

Stay tuned,
V

p.s. Starving to death in Zip Code 91362? Some consider it humorous? Here's a solution for EU monetary problems, though admittedly a bit "radical." Divide-up the USA, as it's the worst "debtor nation" of all. Sorry, I'm just not wrong.

Excuse Me, I'm Dead

I'll be back later, after I'm assassinated. God will keep me posted on the Redbirds. Phillies? P-U. What stinks in here?

WILLIAM V - Middle-Class Action Figure

"My amp goes up to 11."

After 40 years (1971-2011) of punch the clock or sign the timesheet, it's difficult to ask for aid, even with increasing ranks of on the dole USA naysayers. Frankly my dear, I'd rather have a job like President or Governor. Movies? What's that? Did I not sleep well and last night and came up with my very own movie trailer? It's called an INTERCUT between me yelling at people, trashing my own set, throwing things, cursing various mafia(s), making famous actresses cry, and you see stuff from my epic film that is both fictional and at the multiplex Bijou near you. Then, the deep-piped movie voice says, "Have we interested you in seeing this movie?" It will then cut to a rabid me, who says, "You'll run out to see this movie, or I'm not Howard's grandson!"

You'd rather have me run for president?

Really?