Maple Leaf Boys...Look alive!

The "Maple Leaf Backpack Flags In Spain '77 Story" later. Right now, I have to find a way out of Union Station LA. Call the mayor? Yes. Call the cops? From moments ago:

WILLIAM V

Somebody stole my toothpaste. Probably not worth calling  the cops. They won't care. 

TRANSIT COP

Nah, probably not.

And my deodorant? Sorry spies, I just don't stink, and you can shove your dirty president job up your collective American asses.

To the Q&A!

"Why was Vince Foster killed?"

"Yet more high-level drug shit."

Right, Hillary?

Oh no! It's the old hughes switcheroo! I found the Michelob ad from what year?
1986? 

Wrong again! I saw it during the 1982 World Series.
The Harrier landing in front of me was 1975.
Not in the air until 1980? Wrong, Wikipedia!
FROM THE 441 W. MIFFLIN DIGITAL TOASTER:
"Gayle, that ad gives me the creeps."
"Gayle that ad sucks!"
"Gayle, I'm not watching that ad any more."

Why not?

Do not answer if you are on drugs, mentally ill, or a spy. 
Should be a nice quiet day looking for a way out of LA. Right, Erin?
Right!

A/B ad agency, you are now caught on multiple versions of the ad. Mine, in Madison, Wisconsin during the Cardinals v. Brewers had a several second night shot of the World Trade Center from a helicopter, which for some odd [my murdered grandma had ESP] is not there on the video which some spy-twit says is from 1986. No, I'm fussing with "Blum" & "Beaton" in '86.

The WTC is not in the ad and I'm "nuts?" No, they called me "The Detective," so stop the video at 28 seconds of its 101 minute length. You will see the outer "skin" of the World Trade Center at bottom left of the screen. Editing, editing, editing, right Steve?

12:07 p.m. e.s.t. = another glimpse discovered. It's from the helicopter, zooming very fast with a BEER BOTTLE superimposed. Saint Louis Missouri is again the destination. Don't know nuthin' at the ad agency? It closed-down when? See for yourself at:
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r8YDwuDGW3o

My present for Best Man hassles was a clue? Anheuser Busch helping pull-off the 9/11 "inside job?" I'd NOT be shocked.

Spies, stop talking about me in front of me and/or saying "William" or we may have a justifiable homicide today. I WALK IN SIX MONTHS. YOU STAY DEAD. Pamela dead yet?

The Secretary of State wrote back, and I'm sleeping in the gutter? All aboard!
I go where I want, old spookies.
Wanna die?
I'm not arranging that, but it looks like I could.
Steve Harvey's "Romeo?"
I'll get right on it...when I have TRANSPORTATION out of Los Angeles.
Might be a long "fun" wait. "No problem?"
HOPELESS.

They're Back!

"Moscow central heating."

[Also featured in a screenplay of mine that is NOT FOR SALE]
{Two jobs? Should be easier than DNS Janitorial and Howard Johnson's. No?}

"Crazed Crusader" Lowers Crime Rates in MetroLA~CRAP~olis

You crazed motherfuckers stole my last bag of food?
"Soldier Boy, are you sure this old shit works?"
"Yes, sir."

5-4-3-2-1-...Bye, Bye Los Angeles.

Perfectly legal when I toss the California delegation and get my Declaration of War.

Out of the Union!
Out of their fucking minds!

CROWN FIRST, PRESIDENT LATER, Harry,

Yo' momma faked her death.

U.S. Psy-Op Starvation

As my blood sugar drops, I thought I'd catch up on the "Big Hair Bands" of the 1980's & 1990's. Through the miracle of Soldier Boy's internet and meta-data mining, they're racking-up my favorites like mind reading. (Did you know they can do that too?) Where's my reportedly "beautiful" psychiatrist I do not need, .mil drug dealer? "Brain-scanning" on that bagel purchase, STARBUCKS, or just ran out?

Boarded-up, baby! It is spelled L-A-W-S-U-I-T, and why would you ignorant shits who see every keystroke read my blog? The Thousand Oaks spy dressed like a transit driver got the joke when I angrily said, "Could you just drive the bus, please?"
Another?
"Do any work along with your spying?"

Why did I miss these videos? No cable at 11019, and I was WORKING MY ASS OFF, TRUST FUND BABY SCUM.

Famous Psychiatrists I Have Known

As the unseen enemies continue to retreat amid howls about my supposed mental disorder, let us review famous shrinks I have known, and believe it or not, worked with. 

FRED GOODWIN was the director of our National Institute of Mental Health when I shook his hand and talked shop in 1993. In the South Florida vegetarian restaurant, there were spies aplenty, and as usual, I poo-poohed the "Howard thing." Did I mention a Miami bank ate my ATM card at that conference? Persistent me got it back with an armed guard crawling up my back. Shot in the back by a bank guard? Ain't gonna work due to the security CAMERA, ding-dong. TWA? On their best behavior due to a planeload of [wealthy] "NAMI mommies." Yet my former employees just had to clown, nonetheless. How? Over the Ohio river, on a still, clear day at about 30 grand up, I muttered, "Are the (727) engines off?" How did they do that? It's not a glider, folks.

E. FULLER TORREY playing pool with those old farts in T.O.? I complained to neither Jill nor Rachel. Look-alike from Central Casting? I see what I see, and I wrote what I wrote regarding Dr. Torrey's trip. You can look it up at a well-equipped university library. In grade school, they did in fact call me "smarty pants" a time or two. That was not the reason I failed to follow-up on the uncles & aunts number one career path for me: COP. "Nah" said little Billy. Same for USAF. Ouch! Did I mention my last nickname at WORK was "The Detective?"

JOHN CSERNANSKY was a guy who I taught a class with, and now he's at Northwestern University. When my boss wrote a book chapter for John, she gave it to me for review. I said, "Mary, did you write that yourself?" She was not offended at my favorable review of the chapter Ted or Jim probably wrote for her. Mary wasn't much for memos or meetings. She did, however, ask that trademark clue question of, "Bill, what do the psychologists do here?" (Besides keep tabs on me for a decreasingly "secret" organization). And super-hot, painfully single [L----] asked me out to lunch? Ouch!! All of that perpendicular sitting around me looking pretty makes sense now. Meetings? I still laugh when I think of the boss and her tattered cartoon that said, "Want to get out of doing any work? Call a meeting." Guess you had to be there, like certain members of the current Administration.

"Good luck." 3x

1.

 2.

 3.

Good luck with what? To quote my button I dared wear at Cornell University:
"My job is so secret even I don't know what it is."

William is Dead: Let's Agent His Books Now

1. There's No Such Thing as Crazy 
later re-copyrighted as:
1a. Shame of the Sane
2. Gangster Nation: Drugs, Murder, 9/11, Terrorism, and Other CIA Responsibilities
let me look up my own book title...got a cig?
3. America, What Don't You Get About Homeless?
4. My Conversations With the Secret Service: Not So Secret When Your Name is Hughes
5. Completed Assassinations and Attempts: Your Secret Service at Work and Play
6. Nobody Home: Or, E.T. Is Mighty Sneaky
7. MonkeyCop:Tales of Ventura County Policing
8. Space Policy for Shuttle Psychos: What Are You Afraid Of?

"Mister Hughes has left the building."