The Louisville Cardinals Have Won Their First World Series! [moved out of mafia.town in 2018]

Hot Dogs! Cold Miller Lite! Fiddle Faddle! Peanuts! Cold Miller heah!

“Who’s paying for those folks?” asked the J.D. endowed sportscaster. Lawyers, Lawyers, Lawyers. Why was I not a lawyer? Like Charlie before me, I will tell the story again. The face is either a representative from SAINT LOUIS UNIVERSITY LAW SCHOOL or WASHINGTON UNIVERSITY IN SAINT LOUIS. I said, “So basically, you have to lie.” There went the not Charles Evans legal career. (In 1976).

Years later, I’d tell the story from 80 E. Hillcrest, Suite 200 in the City of Thousand Oaks to a California lawyer who claimed to bill at $800 an hour. He said, “It’s not really lying, you are just putting your client’s position in the best light.” And, he gave the same poor guy legal referrals I had already called. Yes, Dr. Paul, he’d spent about 15 minutes or $200 worth of his time on the “Job Club” phone. When the computer did not like where you were going, it said, “PRISIM.” Later, always later, I’d find it was the name of an NSA program.

Fun it was to fantasize about showing up at their Ft. Meade gate with an Uzi, and the command, “Open up! It’s the goddamn president!” Later, much AC power would have been saved when the whole complex went to emergency lighting. The big speech to Con_gress? I could write it, but it is clear I will never give it. Neither will Senator Paul, apparently. If Bernie Sanders should win with a flying pig escort for the motorcade, I’m sure he’d phrase it differently.

Back to local news, I think my neighborhood should be razed and the lowlife tossed to make way for more military spying on the peoples. The satellite can see through clouds? Of course it can! It can see if it is a Milky Way or Snickers in your belly? Wow, that’s got to be illegal when someone comes to their senses.

Meantime, that sniveling jerk PAUL RYAN has HillaryCare in the garbage can of history already. ObamaCare? Who? What the hell happened to Wisconsin, Governor Walker? Long ago I looked out the bank window and wished I was one of the state bureaucrats. At least I succeeded at that, until the big layoff. Now, all are free to get “mental” and be shot by the cops. Why the bank president was smoking cigs and talking to me, I think will soon be clear.

How about a secret “love nest” on the 500 block of West Mifflin? Rosemary could leave her California family and..” No? How about a later version of the coop hippie chick with 1981 tinfoil. Smoking weed at the register? It’s not legal yet? Why not? How about the “hippie goddess janitor” who always seemed to join me in the elevator. I did not hit the STOP button, but I could make up a porn plot story.

What did my boss with an aircraft company last name say? “She’s big slut, and is in that bar down the street every night.” And what other woman was down the street in 1980? If my ex-wife has not died, she’ll tell you I said, “If that’s Caroline, I can’t go over there at eleven o-clock. They might call the cops on me.” Librarians, it is true I spit on the public sector carpet after a reply of Ted’s “The dream will never die” speech. Why? Because it did.

Want to argue, fake liberal National Socialist? I’ll buy you a gourmet lunch at McDonald’s, and we can exchange threats. Speaking of all that, it is on my wealthy guy “to do” list to talk the baseball Cardinals owners into moving to Nashville. What are you going to do about it, River City Boosters at the MAC? Nothing! Big mafia town! Big Black Ju Ju Voodoo town!! GOT ANY METH, Beth?

“Tonight, we are happy to have a special guest who began his career with Blackwater after poking his cat’s eyes out and later roasting his neighbor’s dog on the Barbie. America is more secure, there’s just no question, due to the valiant service of…

The Kansas City Blues Are On The Air! [We all know the tune]

>Karl Marx’s Estate Cash Went To Angela Merkel. STOP THEM!<

What was this Hughes doing when the bastards at American Airlines went after the slim pickings left from my daddy’s airline? I just read, on the site I call “The source of all human knowledge” that Howie snapped-up 78 percent of the TWA stock. This enables you to start shutting down the engines with pretty Hollywood livestock on the airplane.

This caused one Jack Frye to rush to the front of the aircraft and yell, “Howard, don’t! We’ll all be killed! And if not, we we’ll get sued! We’ll lose the airline!” I can see the look on the face that looks like mine. The look said, “Why would I care? I don’t mind dying.” Have you idiots heard this one? “Money does not buy happiness.”

The flip side of that is, poverty makes you miserable, and given President Obama was fully briefed on mine, could the big black a-hole resign his office? I used to have respect for the Office, if not the occupant. That is no longer the case. That’s why I am given Canadian civics lessons from Liberal Party members. I’d say it’s time to go, before an obvious thug lies dead in my alley.

TIME WARP~~Don't 'ya hate that, meathead/pothead.

"I too am distressed by the depressurization and wild ride. Reno looks good to me. They've got sufficient concrete, and uh, I'd use the seatback phone to call your boss. LAX is not in the picture. We'll be there in about fifteen, and, uh, I'd recommend Hanks's Steakhouse if the company lacks another airplane. I'll be right back momentarily."

 

Who's in the Hole? [Delphi, Indiana]

Central Intake [Mr. & Mrs. Wheaton arrested yet?]

This Hughes cannot remember your phone number, girls. Nor does he want to. A face? It is never forgotten. My murdered by the Blum family mother said, “Look at the pictures.” Spies, we were a Look Magazine family, no Life Magazine in Charlie & Margaret’s 22^nd Street house. It was a very normal place until two adopted demons named Mary Elizabeth and Janet Elise showed up.

Why does it take awhile? To figure things out, like what? It was Malia Obama next to me at the Nazi Library. What did Victoria say about the place when distressed? “They sit in there on their cell phones staring, and then they call the cops on you.” Accurate. Reliable. Not “mental” at all. I’d say, “Sit down, I’ll watch your computer.”

Let’s remember the face of Michelle Obama. Where is she? She’s the second of two “Receptionists” at Central Intake. To my boss, Bonita DiFranco, I said, “That was a good idea. Why did they close it?” Later? “Bill, the money went to the Annex.” What was the annex? A mental health agency, GunNut!

Let’s remember “MIKE HIPPA,” who said “I’ll kill everyone in the room, if he does not call my name next.” Who is “he?” Barack Obama with a clipboard, like mine. Like Howard Hughes’. Where is he? On Olive Street, in Saint Louis, Missouri. He did not call Mike’s name. This required some “counseling,” like, “Mike, do you want to go to [Malcolm] Bliss instead?” And? “Mike, do I have to call 911?”

This “game” went on all day.

Trump assassinated yet? I did not do it.

Has the president resigned yet?

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Where's There's Smoke, There's Fire

Smelling smoke, Dave?

 

The answer to the ANNISTON AVENUE nickname is:

 

William IV

King of Great Britain

Also known as:

Wilhelm Heinrich

 

Carlos will proce$$ the flood of FOIA's

 

That Number is BUSY, of course!

Yes, there really is a Santa Claus, Virginia. And, the Central Intelligence Agency is in Virginia, Hughes Network is in Maryland. Don't make the real one call Jim D. on Gremantown Road. Fire in VENTURA, CA? This Hughes did not do it, Sheriff Dean. He's in Schnucks buying a Money Order to pay the fu^king...

R-E-N-T.

"Mister Hughes, I know you had an appointment, but Mister Lesar just called, and..."

 

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First, a Manchester New Hampshire story. I would go to the library when Fascist anti-freedom Fighters would hack the Wi-Fi at Panera a.k.a. Saint Louis Bread Scraps Company. There, I’d chat with my kicked out of the Navy buddy, and was allowed on the internet. One day, I went out on the front steps for a few puffs of a cigar purchased in Concord at Castro’s Back Room.

A female attractive from the back and front approached on her fancy cell phone saying, “Oh my God! My roommates are driving me crazy! I just had to get out of the house, and I came up to the…” She froze in her tracks, looked directly at me, and yelled, “He’s here! Yes, right here! Yes! I’m not kidding! He’s right here at the library!” If I had known then what I know now about spying, we married, sang stupid 1960’s songs while intoxicated, and have two little brats by now. Love? Love had nothing to do with it.

However, Hughes is so “righteous,” as the mother of one of my mental health clients put it, I decided I had surfed enough net and proceeded to my not really “missing” Ford Focus with the giveaway HUGHES 2008 bumper-sticker affixed to the rear bumper. Though I was flipped-off by hostile females with Vermont plates, and all were rude there, perhaps I’m so cosmopolitan YuppieHip, they thought I was from New York City looking for real estate. Part of why I’ve been kept at less than half the federal poverty level in recent years is that evil Feds & Pentagon-based flying saucer chasing kooks realized in about 1967 I do know how to behave when wealthy. An evil empire it is.

And now, I’ll just put my e-mail backlog due to .mil spook generated “Temporary Service Interruption(s)” on the blog, given nothing is “private” in a technologically over-endowed Military Dictatorship [Since 1947, dude]. How did it happen? It’s one of the few battles Howard Hughes lost, and I’ll not be shy in alleging the Watergate scandal can be conceptualized as merely clumps of raw military-industrial-governmental sewage that fortuitously floated to the top of your cesspool. Good luck, Sanders. I’d read RMN and quote from it like he was Chairman Mao if I were you.

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