Tuesday, June 19, 2018

40 Miles from Poplar Bluff

My very first microphone in the KRUD-FM studio...how romantic.


06-19-2018   

Dear Chamber of Commerce –

Given that a man advertised as my brother in was a worthless drunk and also a Nashville studio musician with no money for his two kids, I thought I would begin pleading with Nashville entertainers for money. This was after I found Kassi Ashton’s song that mentions your town. It is conveniently located west of the Jefferson City offices I have been trying to visit since January, 2014. Last time in Nashville, someone ran a light and nearly broadsided my car. You should wonder no longer why they listened so intently to me at the film festival I attended there.

Instead of take care of my business in Greater Saint Louis, I have been yelled at by Mafia men on  meth who hire plumbers with no license when not jumping out of the way of motorists trying to hit me intentionally. The “wall banging” at my motel was severe and disruptive of sleep. Between those stops, your potential candidate was stuck up in a “Crack House” under police protection. (Protection for the Crack House, not me). More cops? You need fewer police in this nation, and I will be happy to tell the voters why. Me, vote? I was probably called to jury duty in the State of California because my lame assed, drug dealing, supposed “friends” can’t even help with an ADDRESS to send a new I.D. to. I need medication? How about I send you a half-dozen CHP names who would disagree. (The California Highway Patrol is often seen in movies and on TV. CHP I spoke to were not actors).

A Governor Hughes would yell and scream and raise hell all day, but not too late because of my delicate “TriPolar” mental condition. Early to bed would be the norm, unless we are drinking bourbon all night and negotiating with hard core conservative bastards that won’t support my legislation. I’d phone spouses personally and say, “There’s no whores in here.” That said, if some lost West Hollywood strumpet has proper I.D., she must be allowed to enter the building to provide massages, lap dances, and so forth. If the Republican man has no legal guardian, this would be his choice as Hughes hears and sees no evil in exchange for some health care in Missouri.

Many should fear a campaign ad with the tag line of “Show us your teeth, Missouri!” My chipped tooth could be easily repaired, whereas the damage would be manageable to Missouri’s budget if I called Delta Dental as governor and strong-armed them into identifying providers who will work at lower rates, but not the rock bottom Medicaid reimbursement that causes them to lose money. Dental care for all? Don’t look at it as “socialism,” try to put me in prison for enriching select dentists who want new patients.

This will require “Soaking the rich,” so the time is now to get some political money and tell super-wealthy scions who own castles in Saint Louis absentee that if they don’t live there, I’ll try to slap a 70% income tax rate on them. Yes, the super-rich love Saint Louis, but would rather not live here. As for the “High-Tech Start-up of the Month Club,” if you thought you came to Missouri because we are stupid and need a quick tax deduction, you may have to pay even more taxes after you are released from my new prison.

This St. Louis native knows all of the recurrent scams, so when Bernie’s top .01% is threatening to leave the state, that THUD may be from “The Swamp” as federal funds are suddenly available to add yellow and purple train routes like Los Angeles. I like Hillsboro, Alton, and Wentzville, but can’t seem to get there on the light rail train that was fought against as if the world would end should someone show at work without a car involved. It was such a mess, I asked my late dad what he thought of the outlook. “Fifty-fifty” was what he said about BiState’s plan, and when the first line was operational, my behavioral health clients promptly found out that you cannot ride for free.

Despite those 1990’s tickets I helped resolve as a case manager, I had to notice several white male thugs waved aboard the #21 bus last weekend at no charge by the MetroLink supervisor. THIS MEANS IT IS TIME TO MAKE WAR ON THE DEMOCRAT MACHINE. They are worthless, totally corrupted, beyond salvation by Rev. Howard Dean, and do not understand the Trump phenomenon like I do, so if invited to their Mafia pizzeria, I must decline.

Good day,

William C. Hughes      

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