Spare the Rod, Spoil the Nation

May 31, 2018

Dear Sean:

I made two discoveries with only the Missouri state highway map daddy ceremoniously gave me every year. I had a collection of them until West Coast coke dealing gangsters in league with the FISA order crowd wrecked my cars. They like money a lot. I myself need a pair of Lee jeans, because the fit better, and at our house when “Levi” was spoken of we were apparently double-talking about the Attorney General of the USA. Maybe there will be one in the future to put J.B.’s ass in prison.

The “Right Now” evidence indicates to me that if Bill Hughes could get 30% of the gubernatorial vote in what I’m calling the “60 Corridor” and the “65 Corridor” I would win. As for the “Mark Twain Forest Counties,” a couple of phone calls suggest 40% of the registered voters voting for me is entirely possible. Make a call, win a county? I promise not to have cattle vote, as is the practice in Cook County, I fear. The joke is: “Why go to Kansas City?” Have you been to the “Dairy Doodle” on the edge of town? If the staff orders onion rings, it does not mean anything. If I sample a cheeseburger, it does not mean anything except I like them, and there are probably few vegans down there by Arkansas, unlike in California.

If, for example, Chelsea Clinton showed in Mountain View to tell us all about Little Rock, I think a little camera can make a video, and U-tube is free, last I checked. Soon I will disclose who else saw Lady Ga Ga pumping gas by her lonesome, but as with all VC car dwellers, Brad may be hard to find. One gun violence threat, and we sling the Uzis to visit the sheriff and discuss the Second Amendment, sir. Guns are legal, your drugs are not.

Thanks in advance for losing,

William C. Hughes

>I here again apologize for a lifetime of reading…The New Republic, National Review, The Nation, Commentary, The Progressive, The American Spectator, In These Times, The American Prospect, Mother Jones, CQ, The New Statesman, Foreign Policy, Foreign Affairs and daddy’s annual gift of Reader’s Digest went in the trash.

As the nation’s young people say, “Are you mental?” Try reading…Psychosocial Rehabilitation Journal, The Journal of the American Psychiatric Association, Psychiatric Services, Social Work, Health and Social Work, Law and Psychiatry ,and The Journal of Mind and Behavior. [The latter is kind of bizarre, and my neighbor did not design the website, nor is she employed at the World Bank. I await word on what both Andrea’s really do for a living].

And, the "Bob Addendum:

I think Bob ought to retire concurrent with the governor’s resignation. You people don’t seem to see the magnitude of the problem I did not create. I happen to think a few days in the JFK Reference Room and the good manners mom instilled leads to an audience with Ms. Schlossberg. If there is any finger pointing, what are we talking about? I don’t think the room is “bugged,” do you? I don’t think the Executive Director’s e-mail is “fake.” I’m looking for the not so cheap motel, and there is no way to get there? It was LBJ librarians who informed me the man with an attaché case in 1963 San Antonio was Jack Valenti. What was he doing in dad’s 1966 speedboat? There was a second time in 1972 when I asked, “How can you afford this?” I don’t think Charles was paying. I further think the creeps here at the Wayside are too interested in stuff like Richard M. Nixon’s code name during Watergate. For your information only, it was a sloppy derivation of someone’s name who worked for Howard Hughes, Jr. Why would that be? He had all of the money. I don’t have bus fare.