The
Dirty Look and the Dollar
“For the first time
since Soviet times, large-scale anti-terrorism exercises are being carried out
in Russia, involving all government agencies responsible for state
security."
_Oleg Ostrovsky
" That is completely crap."
_Gennady Gudkov
Good
quotes bear repeating on the blog run by Word Press commies and Nazis that keep
trying to kill me.
Moving
on to the famous daughters…
Ms.
Obama
This
Hughes always disbelieves until there are rational, credible people sending
sexy Facebook pics in order to better fiddle for Romans and thereby ignore race
riots and nukings that are in the works. I don’t have John Kerry’s cell phone
number, but someone does. Seems to me if they’d all get off twitter.com and sit
down like sensible Iranians, we’d no longer hear Japanese air raid sirens. Too
simple? Of course it is! I knew something was up spy orifices when a guy I call
a “baldie” sat next to me in the Brimhall library. Baldie always had a silly
grin and a “memory stick.” After I was 100% convinced the stick was recording
my Internet surfing, I received a visit from a .01% of the population person.
That was a 14 year-old African-American female in Zip Code 91362. As she slowly
sat down and her face was about a foot away, I thought, “Oh my God, that’s
Malia Obama.”
Of
course I did not try to peek at her screen, per local custom. I did dare to
look at a side profile with the hair tied up in that little bird’s nest and
thought, “Nah, that’s not Malia.” What happened next, Bill? She was there for
about 45 minutes, and when she got up she looked around the library like an Uzi
submachine gun was needed. I concurred, and thought, “That sure does look like
Malia Obama.” As the pink & black bookbag was hoisted onto her shoulder I
figured, “Why not watch her back?” Slowly and assuredly she went up the
wheelchair ramp with nobody near. Out the doors she went into the empty lobby.
The front doors to California wilderness opened, and my internal joke was: “I’m
sure she has a ride.” In the solid tradition of filthy rich Hughes’, I figured
I’d wait a few weeks to look at a photo. The determination? Absolutely,
positively, Malia Obama. I shall treasure the dirty look, but later I found a
photo indicating maybe she’s not thrilled with her daddy either. They are
allowed to yell at each other, as I did with my late dad. He was never
president, but Harold Hughes should have been.
Ms.
Trump
Hackers
worldwide know when there is only one A/C outlet available in the whole damn
library, that means Hughes’ computer is going to crash. This night at the
Brimhall was “standing room only” as I looked at the blinking white cursor, but
could not curse. Along came “The Three Amigos,” who may have been from
Australia or some such place. They saw my plight, and one guy simply nodded. I
cut the power, tried it again, and the most amazing things whizzed by on my XP
screen. Before I could believe my eyes, the laptop was ready to send another
futile e-mail. I was then distracted by a young woman with blond hair who was
in a cubicle to my right holding up a dollar bill. She also had a bookbag and
looked like a college student. After accepting the dollar with a hushed,
“Thanks” the investigation began. I thought, “That sure looked a lot like
Tiffany Trump.” I’m so liberal, first I had to figure out which is which
between Ivanka and Tiffany. Once that was established, I scoffed at my own
theory, despite a mysterious St. Louis traveler who had given her name as
“Tiffany.” On to the Internet I went to
read scandalous accusations about the Trump Tiffany. I live as a monk and know
nothing of scandal, yet it was a positive I.D. when I noted the president’s
daughter was in an exclusive school at the time right down the 101. A whole
dollar? How about a Post-It instead with Marla’s phone number? As Tony R. said,
“You kids would get along great.” Then, we’d have some real scandal!
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