Dead Letter File

Why was I in Ida Grove, IA during 1960?

 

06.08.2016

Prof. Lochrie –

I had the considerable “mission” of assisting your former colleague GAYLE MARGERITA with a University of Wisconsin Bachelor’s Degree and a Cornell PhD as her lawfully wedded spouse. We remained friends as I listened to a blow-by-blow of her tenure denial at the University of Indiana-Bloomington. I was her first husband, an English professor the second.

In about 1995, she talked me out of “graduating” from MSW to M.D. Psychiatrist and has been long forgiven. I took up writing instead of pill-pushing, but let it be known I finagled a nice wall clock out of Astra Zeneca at my state mental facility. “Clues don’t buy a doughnut” I often remark, whether the information is related to my last name or Gayle’s.

H-U-G-H-E-S. Hotels nationwide have a tough time spelling it; now I’m residing in one, just like the perfectly sane guy atop a Las Vegas hotel long ago. A prompt reply would be greatly appreciated.

Publish or perish,

William Hughes

Me? Run for Con~gress

05-15-2017       

Ms. Eveloff –

My slice of pizza at Happy Joe’s was an idea to illustrate something to a man who works in the policy realm at the County Executive’s office. I’ve since switched the meeting place suggestion to Jack’s for two reasons:

1.    An intellectual property attorney made a commitment to meet with me there, and like a certain Hollywood producer and his mandatory lawyer, ought to be sued and disbarred. William Charles Hughes is tired of being ridiculed, tormented, and even tortured in the United States.

2.    I happen to like their Jumbo Jack and Moby Jack, the onion rings are good, the taco would cause a real Mexican to faint, and I’m fit to run for congress knowing the drink is called a “Shake” not “Milk Shake” because there is little or no actual milk in there. My late dad and I discussed the regulatory battle over FDA food labels quite a bit while alleged sisters were quietly hating the man. They both need to me arrested today, not later.

I so much enjoy watching hearings from the nation’s capital when for some reason CHARTER COMMUNICATIONS took CSPAN 3 and UNIVISION off my motel’s cable feed. I’m here to tell you I have a Univison prone number or two and I really did tell one of their female correspondent’s this: “I’ll watch your gear” because people steal things in Los Angeles, like my cell phone given to me my a Cornell educated electrical engineer. On my plight she said, “I’ll talk to my assignment editor,” then she ended-up at the anchor desk and was promoted on a lit CBS outdoor sign at a bus stop where I unfortunately was forced to sleep. Want a second civil war? If I continue to be treated like this, as they say in LA, “You got it!”

I have been tormented by your two-party politics for so long, apparently some goddamn Russian saw fit to impersonate Joe Lieberman in a tweet. Just like the “KGB Girl” Joe’s account has disappeared. People in and around Los Angeles really thought I should run for president. Be very scared about what I would do today if in Trump’s shoes.

a.    Gas-up and board the “Doomsday Plane” for a “routine flight.”

b.    Pick up a few F-22’s over the North Atlantic, because they work right. Call Putin and say, “I’m coming for you” and hang up.

c.    Add Typhoons over England I have seen with my own eyes. (Don’t ask why when I was not at an air show). Call Putin again and say, “You’re gone.”

d.    Add French Raphael’s under the “moderate” Macron and ask Sweden for my favorite jet, the Gripen.

e.    Wait for the Russian air defenses to show and threaten to start shooting.

f.     I’d guess everybody turns around and goes home with some serious nuclear disarmament talks scheduled, and by the way, I am so sorry I drove the roads where many Hollywood movies showed cars impacting in a celluloid game of “chicken.”

Back to reality, I have concluded after 100 days that Trump has to go “bye-bye” sooner than the Constitution says. Please tell me why my family hid the two daily newspapers during Watergate, and my recurrent joke since 2009 has been, “Is the Internet off yet?”

Yes, I watched the whole Town Hall meeting from Willingboro, NJ and it was despicable. Where can I get a big Republican man with a bald head to rant at, ridicule, and plead for some damn health care coverage? It has been a long time since UNITED BEHAVIORAL HEALTH brought bagels and cream cheese for my presentation, and as for MAGELLAN potentially hiring me I said, “”I’m not working at a place that acts like they are the NSA.” Perhaps we will someday find out very supposedly private behavioral health companies share information with such agencies or their computers are hacked & raided by government spies looking for “loose cannons” “lone wolves,” and “Islamists” but they don’t seem to see dead police chiefs in the works [Coopersvile, OH. No time to read-up on it yet].

The far right seems to suddenly like rock & roll, so maybe when somebody is arrested over taking my rock music collection, I could fire-up “Guns, Guns, Guns” by the Guess Who and run for congress like an adult with slogans such as: “Bill reads the bill” and “The hair isn’t going anywhere.” My anti-assault rifle follies would unfortunately begin with buying my favorite models I’ve heard too close to me too many times. They are the:

M-16

AK-47

AR-15

The plans for them are TOP SECRET, and contingent upon when I get my $2,500 camera like every pornographer in Las Vegas has, plus a few extra microphones.

William Charles Hughes

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5.05.2017

Dear Mr. Weigel:

I thought I would have wrapped-up my two hours at the Press Club by now, where Patty takes your money, Melanie knows media formats, and Jerome fetches the Shure microphones I specified almost two years ago. Outside Los Angeles it was Tom Koda who exclaimed, “It’s like walking in glue!”

Let’s get to the national political constipation later that seems to affect Bernie Sanders and near-Nazis equally. Right now, Professor Hughes is providing a primer on JONNNY MEYER and JOH H. MEIER as they relate to Howard Hughes, Jr. When a national publication someday asks when I was sure I’m related, that would be June of 2007. I later promoted myself from grandson to son, and another recent fond memory of Charles Hughes finds him briefing me on CITGO and the late Hugo Chavez. Your dad too? Didn’t think so. It’s my oil company, and Baker Hughes has basically already admitted it. I’d not be surprised if “Linda Sherman” turns out to be a pseudonym, but what about the dozen additional employees who were keen on chatting from Houston?

To the ugly politics!

Johnny Meyer

Johnny was Howard’s “go to guy” when something had to be communicated to mobsters, movie producers, and people who lived in the twilight between good and evil. If it was forbidden, Johnny knew where to find some. (Think sex & drugs, because rock and roll had not been invented yet). Howard himself was said to carry cases of beer up flights of steps if he liked you. (Beer barons with less capital never did this). As a result of knowing and employing all of those actors, Johnny could find out who had done what faster than the LAPD. Thus, the LA cops came to Howard for information, not the other way around. He stored this data in the now mostly forgotten “Romaine Files” which were later stolen and maybe this was one heist where it was not a Hughes “set-up.” Leave it to me to believe I know where to find the lost files. They were described by an author who was blindfolded and taken to them like a scene out of one of Howard’s movies. Johnny Meyer lived a long life, but as with many associated with the “Hughes Empire” passed away under mysterious circumstances. My four grandparents were not all murdered? We need to talk more, please.

John H. Meier

How the FBI put a “faker” in their field office and called him “Agent Meier” I will never know, but I could produce a bogus Secret Service business card with a little help. The one from an impostor CBS TV guy is in my pocket! You too? Didn’t think so. I put off looking into former Howard Hughes employee Mr. Meier because I thought he had faded into obscurity or died. Three years ago, I had compiled a list of news clippings on him from the 1970’s and early 80’s, but if you’ve been in a public library lately, the staff apparently is paid to “snoop” on the library patron’s Internet surfing and won’t look a damn thing up. No, I am not going to newspapers.com as was repeatedly suggested. Instead, I suggest a reporter wonder why Mr. Meier’s exploits, including hiding in Togo, were discussed at our dinner table after he quit Hughes. This man carried around suitcases of documents about Howard and made claims about his association with the Central Intelligence Agency when it was common knowledge Howard Hughes worked for them. What has been deemed less “newsworthy” was Howard’s abrupt departure by train from LA and divorce from Jean Peters. Mr. Hughes had a reality-based fear Jean’s first husband might have him murdered, because he too worked for the C.I.A. Here we enter the realm of what I call “Badge Carriers” versus C.I.A. contractors. I seem to know a few of the latter, and as for the former, I am suddenly opposed to the nomination of Courtney Simmons Elwood as Mike Pompeo’s Inspector General. I am allowed to take the Langley tour and would have done so in 2008 if I had a friend in the world. My joke was, “Make a right to go to the CIA, or make a left and visit my place.” [Hughes Network Systems, off I-270].

If I ever get going about clowns like Mr. Meier and the Howard Hughes Corporation, the Press Club presentation would be half Chris Rock and half Hubert Humphrey circa 1968. All of these entities are making money off of Howard’s legacy and I was told in 2008 LA that the “media” cared more about Brittany Spears’ breast size, then I saw both of those in-person. This I called “Hollywood peek a boo “and I’ll have none of it! Here sits a letter from the Ida Grove, Iowa Library where if history had broken a little more to the left, the 1968 race would have been Humphrey-Hughes v. Nixon-Agnew and the outcome would have been different, sparing all of Washington the Watergate mess.

Governor Richard Hughes of New Jersey spoke to me but I did not know who he was at age 13. I saw my dad talking to later Governor Harold Hughes in 1960, and people told me of Congressman William Hughes with a wisecrack of, “Hey, I hear you are in Congress.” Not funny, when hackers could delete my e-mail from the retired New Jersey congressman. Back to Mr. Meier he apparently has a son Jim who intends to continue the family tradition of scavenging off of my lost empire. Just today, I called his attorney’s law firm and the receptionist would not even give a first name. Maybe she will provide one to a police officer or sheriff deputy on Monday morning. Enough is enough! I’m supposed to believe a lawyer with functional voice mail, e-mail, and a web page has retired and given up his license? Moe Howard’s line in The Three Stooges was: “Do you think I was born yesterday?” Further, I wonder if Howard wrote some of those in his spare time. After the horror of the JFK assassination had worn off, my late dad started coming home early (4:30) instead of 10 or 11 to watch those comedy shorts with me in 1964. Why did he have the same typewrite as LBJ? Why do I have the same computer as Bill Clinton? And, the one I’m typing on supposedly killed Osama bin Laden. (The computer trivia was discovered after they were planted with me, much like Ronald Reagan’s typewriter). You are welcome to see the White House photo and look at this laptop if American Airlines is still flying to St. Louis. I’ve got your Metrolink fare; that’s all.

As I have told many since at least 2007, a legal case or news story should end the “Spy Agency Horror Show” for me if not others because if you want the story, this old Walter Pincus fan would like to allege the Central Intelligence Agency is nothing but a terrorist organization that does not even operate under color of law, because if you research this, there is no lawful way to put a leash on these murderers. (I’ve not reviewed my fresh copy of the National Security Act with the 2010 amendments, but I doubt they changed much].

In closing, although I declined to attend the University of Missouri Journalism School, here is an example of part fact, part fiction about my dad Howard from David Conover’s Famous Cousins. (I even found college classmate Linda Conover, but it didn’t help). The italics indicate a falsehood, the bold type truth, and I’ve underlined a few uncertainties you’d do well to research.   

Throughout the 1950s, as the power of three entities grew -- the Hughes empire, organized crime, and the new Central Intelligence Agency -- it became all but impossible to distinguish between them. By the end of the decade, Hughes' chief of staff, Robert Maheu, had orchestrated the CIA's dirtiest secret -- plots to assassinate Cuban leader Fidel Castro with the help of two heads of organized crime. Vice President Richard Nixon was the White House action officer in the clandestine attempts to oust Castro. Zapata Off-Shore, the oil company owned by future CIA director and U.S. president George Bush after he split it off from Zapata Oil partner Hugh Liedtke in 1954, had a drilling rig on the Cay Sal Bank in 1958. These islands had been leased to Nixon supporter and CIA contractor Howard Hughes the previous year and were later used as a base for CIA raids on Cuba. Nixon lost the 1960 presidential election to John F. Kennedy largely because of a scandal over a never repaid $205,000 "loan" Nixon's brother received from Hughes. As attorney general, Robert Kennedy secretly investigated the Hughes-Nixon dealings.

*I cannot provide a better polygraph-ready assertion than to tell you that Robert F. Kennedy was in my house for the only party the parents hosted there (01/1966), and this would indicate he found nothing to implicate Charles or Howard in any criminal activity. As Linda Ellerbe used to say, “And so it goes” with me as I fully expect some relatives and Russians to do some prison time over my lack of even one diploma or photo album remaining in my possession, and I do not believe this was some sinister application of FISA.

**This just in! I always wondered why my late dad grew the only beard of his life in 1972. We relentlessly make fun of it until he shaved it off. How about this from the January 10, 1972 Chicago Tribune! “During interview on Friday, [Howard ] Hughes Jr. said:

 "I have worn a beard for. . . Well, good Lord, I have been wearing a beard for a long time before it became a fad.” 

 

HELEN'S HOUSE: Near Batman & Robin

February 3, 2017

Dear Ms. Waggoner –

I have requested what was said to be a “Xerox” copy of the Congressional Campaign Guide. If your state organization is not willing to send $5,000 by the time it arrives, I guess I’m out of politics. As a deceased far too young friend used to ask: “Do you realize?”

Do you realize his dad died of liver cancer because of the poison over at MONSANTO?

Do you realize Mike died after being “worked-over” by Mafia thugs in the alley behind his Brooklyn, NY townhouse?

Do you realize another friend died from abusing alcohol after disclosing defense industry secrets to me?

Do you realize why a security guard named STAUB gave me the name of his corporate superior at HUGHES NETWORK SYSTEMS? (Do you realize it is a minor miracle I am still in possession of the notebook where I recorded having called?)

Do you realize the rock band ZZ Top probably does not live down the street from BAKER HUGHES, as was alleged by one of their facility managers, but one e-mail of mine probably derailed the Halliburton merger? Do you realize I am telling the truth? (I still have a copy of my SEC complaint that apparently halted stock trading on both companies for a day).

Do you realize I now have zero interest in the movie business, but you are all welcome to read a screenplay stolen anywhere from 2-9 times? (Yes, I can prove it).

Do you realize I am extremely angry about writing a widely praised book on mental health issues, yet cannot show you one page today? (I will not be called a derogatory term by another Mafia landlord in this corrupt town).

Do you realize the Amtrak fare is $44 and we need to meet?

Do you realize you’d better not steal this term: “Trumpty-Dumpty.”

(Do you have a lawyer or two who could tell me if this meets the requirement for triggering FEC paperwork when I am finally allowed to make a public appearance?)

Trumpty-Dumpty sat on a wall

Trumpty-Dumpty took a great fall

All the federal horses

And all of the federal men

Couldn’t put Trumpty back together again

Do you realize I’ve been approached by eleven (11) bogus “Secret Service agents?” (And, I do not think dissident Secret Service woman “Kerry O’Grady” exists. On the “fake news” point, and only that point, I concur with Mr. Trump).

Do you realize people associated with Ron Paul, Rand Paul, and John McCain have been friendly to me? (If you pay the train fare, I have a few choice words about TOM VILLA, LEWIS REED, FRANCIS SLAY, JAMILLAH NASHEED, ROBIN SMITH, and JAY NIXON; all Democrats last I checked).

Your legislature is RED. You governor’s office is RED. And, if I were allowed to run for congress, I’m full of rhetorical questions, like:

“Could someone name a South American nation led by someone who got fewer votes?”

As they say in Southern California, “Do you get it?”

My stories are worth money, as when I told a high school teacher, “That will be fixed by the time I vote.” No, the Electoral College was not fixed by 1976, or 2016. However, do you realize H.B. 103 is legislation I could support, introduced by the other William Hughes’ old chum, Charles Rangel. William was a Democrat from New Jersey, and how many more times do I have to hear his Center for Public Policy staff say, “We’re open every day, Bill.”

Thanks,

William C. Hughes    

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