MAFIA: Back Off or be Nuked

Who are they?
Who am I?

Dear Don

I took it myself back when I believed in your lies.
Who took the camera in your lawless, fascist state?

January 15, 2019

Mr. President:

What was yesterday? Charlie and Margaret Hughes’ wedding anniversary. Where are the photos in your lawless nation? I sent a fax to State that better lead to an on the record response, or I’m calling and asking Pompeo, Mike be fired. 12 years or so of torture for me under every legal definition? I’m your nation’s ENEMY now, buddy. Last night? Another threat from a black son of a bitch to steal the last of my property, and as for that gay little Negro using an aerosol can to excess, why call the cops when a GUN so favored in your nation could take care of that business. “I could not breathe and feared for my life.” DEAD. Where’s the gun, Don? John R. Hughes had one in Texas.

William C. Hughes

NUMBER KOOKS: #15 & #16

Juli was here in The U. City Loop today but did not give Hughes "The Finger." 

15. Harm came to either? Heads should already be rolling over this at your White House and State House.

16. Why some purgative “head chopping?” “L.H.” disclosed her father was a wounded Bosnian soldier, and any well-informed person should know that the Clinton Administration resettled many of them in Saint Louis, Missouri.

Commies & "White Russians": Same Old MURDER

Hughes is not from Hungary, but a murdered buddy was.

FBI – Fax Text

Over 2 weeks and 6 days, I seemingly have no help coming from Pierre Hampton or Debra Clark. I am e-mailing a Sergeant who works with Saint Louis County Police Chief John Belmar to ask that they be told there must be an “Exit Plan” made quickly. If this does not take place, I will not meet with them. Is ignoring me play acting, ignorance, or to put me in danger? My brief meeting with a BJC Behavioral Health outreach worker set in motion a remembrance eye-opener in keeping with a pattern where I complain, the system changes, but I get no credit for the innovation.

BOTTOM LINE: If Hampton is being evasive to allow for my untimely death, he needs handcuffs now. Despite uncovering plots that would have led to dead police officers, and documenting tangible threats on more police, drug dealing, a telegraphed to me mass murder (12 dead), and the facts on Project Azorian, I don’t think the shelter management wants this fax sent.We have a race war/nuclear terror stalemate. Where did the three 800 kiloton nuclear warheads go? As my mail carrier who looked like a U.S. Senator’s daughter-in-law said, “I’m ready to go.” Are you?

  

"Tone it down, Bill"

No law in St. Lou, governor.
Does the Parson want to stay on Nagel a few nights?

12.27.2018

Dear Ms. Miller:

Back when I was chatting with most of the deputies on the East end of Ventura County, I met a wise man who said he was Captain Ayub. I see he has advanced his career since a Commander Carpenter pulled over my 2007 Ford Focus. I had not seen a median divider at night and was temporarily on the wrong side of a road I saw again from a Vista bus a few month back. It was Jacks that had provided dinner in Camarillo back when I had not yet become “house-less” and “car-less,” but not totally “home-less.”

In two subsequent trips to your state my fabled movie deal has been like the proverbial piece of cheese on the end of a string. Hughes is in town, so yank the cheese and demand more money for a lawyer to swing the deal, despite me hoarding items like the home phone number of a producer’s brother. Even I know you should not call him! Rather than continue as an Amtrak-Greyhound ping pong ball, I have a suggestion for the new sheriff. My longstanding jokes include: “Is the cop radio broken?” “Does the cop’s phone not work?” And, “The cop computer is faster than mine.”

On the latter topic, during my legally acquired Ralph’s Cart 729 phase, many deputies looked Information Technology (IT) confused by their computer screens with lines like, “I don’t see it now” and “I thought I had two calls.” A now retired Sgt. Alvarez cleared it all up with one line: “Bill, you are complaining to the wrong office about the computers.” A disgusted and younger me said, “Okay” and went back in Grant R. Brimhall Library to WORK—a function in this life many have lost touch with, so I thought I’d go back to Concord and let somebody else write a book about me and the New Hampshire Presidential Primary. My primary season up-close book is 10 years overdue, much like the publication of my Gangster Nation manuscript and me walking away from movie people when a large deposit hits my bank account I think so highly of them.

“Mafia garbage” is the future descriptor of your entertainment industry as a “liberal” Republican who is much cooler than Jeff Flake and wants to know all about your secret abortion doctor as well as the quantity of GUNS you must possess to feel “safe.” To quote my Israeli Special Forces reject: “You don’t even have a can of mace down there?” “Down there” was just another “Crack on Every Corner” Saint Louis neighborhood where I was “trapped” and rent was extorted—period. No crime? Nothing but crime in this organized crime dominated stink hole town. You see my late dad told me not enough of his “work,” but I was told the way to deal with Mafia types is to get in their faces and tell them what they are, because they know it already. This minimizes arguments and movie-like retaliation.

All of that “up front” leads to my “Captain Ayub story,” which is not free. The FBI? Please help me draw a crowd to call them “A goddamn disgrace.” How many times must I be thwarted in adding what the general public is told is wanted at the law enforcement agency. Don’t want my “tip” in the database because of more than a century of hatred directed at the Hughes family? Okay, then die from the actions of terrorists. As we said on the playground: “See if I care.” The topics for rational discussion if I am referred to the Witness Security Program are:

MR. BROWN’S HOUSE OF TERROR ON MICHIGAN AVENUE

DRUG DEALING ON NAGEL AVENUE

DRUG DEALING IN MARLBOROUGH, MISSOURI

THE MORE TO OFFICER BLAKE SNYDER’S MURDER

PLOTS TO KILL ADDITONAL POLICE OFFICERS

MISUSE OF MICROWAVE TECHNOLOGY

MISUSE OF ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE ON PEOPLE AND MACHINES

QUANTUM MECHANICS “HOCUS POCUS”

DEADLY DEVICES AND DRUGS

DRUG DEALING AND MURDER IN RIVERSIDE COUNTY, CALIFORNIA

DRUG DEALING, MURDER, AND THE AMANDA JONES CASE IN JEFFERSON COUNTY, MISSOURI

THE U.S. MILITARY TALON PROGRAM AND A RUSSIAN-USA SPY/MURDER NEXUS OPERATING WITH IMPUNITY

THE MICHAEL TOWERS MURDER AND COVER UP

THE JIMMY MORNINGSTAR MURDER AND COVER UP

THE JIM POTTORF MURDER AND COVER UP

THE FBI COVER UP OF THE THREE MURDERS NOTED ABOVE

NUCLEAR GAMESMANSHIP (PROJECT AZORIAN)

U.S “PLAYERS” IN THE 9/11 ATTACKS

U.S. WAR CRIMES COMMITTED BY CIA OFFICERS, CIVILIAN CONTRACTORS, AND MILITARY PERSONNEL FOLLOWING 9/11

THE FEINSTEIN/SENATE INTELLIGENCE COMMITTEE WHITEWASH OF THE POST 9/11 CIA’S THUG-DRUG-MURDER BEHAVIOR AT MULTIPLE BLACK PRISON SITES

Would you like to toss some of it out as implausible? It simply is not, and I can be reached at (314) 349-4370 at the Salvation Army Shelter at 10740 Page in my despicable home town of Saint Louis MO 63123 if nobody steals the phone, breaks the phone, smashes the HP laptop, or steals it as had been threatened during the 12 nights I have been grateful to stay here, however, there will be no threats. Moving right along to the federal fakers, I need explanations for:

AGENT MCCULLOUGH

AGENT MEIER

AGENT CLARK

AGENT VALENTINE

Many saw them, and I contend one was murdered by a Ventura County deputy. Hot stuff, I think we can agree, and if I get to the 2020 primary alive, as I told Ms. Debra Clark here during our first meeting, "I know how to give a speech.” In 2008 New Hampshire, Mafia drug dealers upstairs dared to yell “Speech Speech!" Did I mention I will have your heads blown off? Not a scrap of property of mine, my parents, and four grandparents. What a sick nation you have become. Want some new political vision?

Dr. Hughes is in.

If alive, I will follow-up with Angela and agent Mike “Fucking” Christian at our local FBI office on Market Street. At least they answer the phone.

Be “safe,”

Bill

61 in Webster Groves

What time is it in Tel Aviv?

 

12/19/2018

Dear Overland Police:

Your outgoing prosecutor is seemingly going to ignore dozens of e-mail messages from me explaining the workings of drug traffic in the Village of Marlborough where rent-a-cops from the Saint Louis County Police Department only come if called. Why would bogus “Secret Service” agents present a team leader to me in 2002 with the same name as Bob? The spelling? One is “McCulloch” and the federal faker was a “McCullough.”

What does this have to do with me being killed at Page & Ashby?

I suddenly think all persons seen by me too often are connected with the latest Hughes “scoop.” This has not been as ignored as some may think. I call it a “Thrill Kill Cult,” and they are more than happy to kill cops. We can theorize, conjecture, and weave “conspiracy theories” all day, but that is not what I do.

Remember the name BLAKE SNYDER? Do you recall any shot and killed Webster Groves cops? The Webster cops were not murdered because I caught the people ready to shoot them. You want this type of unarmed, no cell phone handy “work?” After I had repeatedly noticed these punks paralleling cops, following cops, watching them patrol over by the Hot Shots bar in Webster, and pretending to deliver pizza when they were not, I became suspicious.

The “suspects” started parking on the MIKEN TECHNOLOGIES lot when they knew I had to pay my weekly ransom to the dirty as hell Indian family that runs the Wayside Motel. The windows of their nutty vehicle were darkened, of course, so the first time I let it go. On the next occasion they got what I call the “T.O. Point,” meaning I pointed at the vehicle and yelled, “You fuckers are not killing any cops!” There were a few tense moments where I was waiting for the Hollywood muzzle flash, but they thankfully drove away. It was the last I saw of this rusted, camouflage paint scheme vehicle.

My best friend John Rayman has kindly stored my property that includes a notebook with their license plate number, so I hope he does not mind I am serving God, multi-racial man, and Yale on Page Avenue in a building built when a Paul S. Kaiser was “Territorial Commander” of the Salvation Army. Henry Kaiser was one of Howard R. Hughes Jr.’s rare public supporters, so if I am supposedly not related, maybe a St. Louis Metro Area police chief wants to cough up the money to disprove it with DNA evidence before you are coughing up blood from being shot by terrorists who are either in this building or lurking around wondering, “What’s up?”

Staff members appear to be supporting the clandestine actions of these pieces of shit? Maybe they don’t understand how Mr. Scoggin works for the county—like the police who maybe need to shut this Sal Army garbage down. Selling dope across the street? Not very creative; certainly not legal. How well I recall chatting with a Salvation Army Commander in his fancy uniform during the early 1990’s. The Harbor Light location closed shortly thereafter, and what was my allegation? “You are providing treatment with the relapse substance being sold down the block.” He heard me back when I worked for Great Rivers Mental Health Services, but I oddly cannot “prove” that today.

Submitted by,

William Hughes, MSW

Han Job

 



12-12-2018

 

Dear Ms. Handanovic:

 

I have nothing to say to you by text today because you are spreading lies about me that are dangerous to both of us. You have no common sense, and I am sick of your childish garbage. Grow up and get a job! Tell ___ to get job. This will make his corrupt P.O. happy. I happen to think going to Facebook too often should be classified as a mental disorder. I guess you did not read articles in psychiatric journals like me that predicted this in the 1990’s.

 

I’m sitting here at the library hoping Mr. Mike at FBI will come here to meet. If not, I guess I’m going in there next month when I have some fucking money. You cannot survive long in Jeff County without access to a vehicle. If you had any sense, you would ask your parents if I could stay there a few months. I might like your mom more than you, and I don’t think this would make your dad “jealous.”

 

I am deleting the photo of you and ___.

 

For the record, there was no conflict whatsoever at R_____’s car lot, nor was I “kicked out” of any slummy motel that needs a bulldozer after some rezoning by the county. If the Mafia-Trustee alliance were not so supportive of drugs and prostitution in Marlborough, this would have happened by now. The Chippewa? An eyesore where I believe you were selling drugs. Lies about me won’t erase that.

 

I await Mike or a way to get to 2222 Market.

 

Bill