B. Runnur Labour

Gentlemen, my ride is finally here.

The Effexor Lady

This woman was brought to me twice for counseling by a woman I befriended named Trisha Tennyson. Trish lived in a vehicle which was tolerated by the authorities despite bearing expired license plates. The woman had been severely depressed and never left her home, I was told. Trish said she had to try for months to have the woman see me. This was a clue on something beyond the scope of this summary. The “patient” denied suicidal ideation but told me of a lifeless marriage and did not think the medication was helping, nor was her husband or family. The doctor, as often happens, was not willing to make a change, so I suggested a change in doctors.

By the second free counseling session the patient had decided to stay on the antidepressant and responded to suggestions offered by Trish and I about how she might “dare” to interact more in the community. You see, we have gone back to the Stone Age in some circles to a state of affairs where women are property and not to leave the house, or boyfriends and husbands might hurt them. The police? No one seems inclined to call them, for some reason, and this lady did not even want to consult with a lawyer about a divorce.

I counseled another woman like this who gave a name of STEPHANIE and was transported by a movie studio driver. I think she spoke for many when she said, “If I leave the house, my boyfriend will kill me.” “T.G.” is not being mentioned here, because she had stable housing, and had offered to get me off the commuter parking lot where I was illegally detained, but unfortunately could not follow-through  under threat of being murdered if she and her young child tried to leave. T.G. had given me her phone number which was lost when a Trac Fone was stolen in Los Angeles. The phone was gifted by a Cornell Electrical Engineer named Jeff Yates. This type of skullduggery is Laura’s cultural background that has me about to demand a police officer take her to the inpatient program I discovered is called “Oasis.”

Country Joe and the Flush

"I'll give you forty thousand dollars and a Mel Carnahan clue later."

SAIGON CURFEW – It seems I was often taken to granny’s to hear certain discussions, when I thought I was there to watch college football on ABC and drink a Dr. Pepper. (The glass bottle with a bottle cap requiring a bottle opener is probably collectable today). The family either had ESP or somehow knew a new or provisional government in South Vietnam might impose a curfew as their army picked up and ran. (Formal surrender? They did not think so at granny’s). This clampdown that would interfere with assembling Americans and their best South Vietnamese friends was anticipated by the uncles as early as 1968 or so. When I heard “What if they impose a curfew?” I thought this referred to my juvenile delinquent pals. I also heard plenty more about restricting movement of people when it was time to go. This is noted in the CIA account I just read, went on for three days, and then the fat was chewed postgame on this with step-uncles on how “They couldn’t get out” to assembly points to be evacuated off many rooftops. I was again permitted to drive and distinctly recall saying, “Keep that joint down!” which makes me detest Jerry Brown and all supporters of marijuana. It is just not good for you, and as for a 19 year-old brain, thank God it was not that strong in 1974.          

Bernie Sanders to the Rescue!

Get out of Bob's way! He was Secret Service too, you dimwit!

09-11-2017

Ms. Frank –

I was watching a broadcast of your County Council meeting, and have a suggestion. You should banish anyone from sitting near the person using his or her 3 minutes to speak. Why? Don’t you notice what I did from the August 1 meeting?

The “editorial board” consisted of:

ARMY GREEN CAPRI PANTS

And

THE ASIAN POD TWIDDLER

The following behaviors intended to send a “message” of some sort were observed:

Eating motions

Scratching

Squirming

Foot twirling (Left)

Bra strap grabbing

Hair stroking

Taking photographs (Of those with whom you disagree)

My fuss would begin upon arrival about NOT doing that as I speak.

As for “The Russian Janitor,” he would be “outed” in Executive Session.

Have they added any tennis courts with Prop P money?

If I owned an expensive home, you’d need a strait jacket.

Good thing my I.D. is from Thousand Oaks, CA 91360.

Bill Hughes

#&^

July 5, 2017 

National Prison Project –

My prison cell since late 2008 has been a motel room. How well I remember calling Saint Louis County Missouri from the Newbury Park area of Thousand Oaks California, only to be told I had missed the cutoff for an absentee ballot by a day. Cocaine dealing Democrats did not like the intent to vote for maverick Bob Barr, or the joke of a PAC numbered C00431841.

I have alleged you live in a nation of “number kooks” that do things like issue a PAC number indicating “Bush 43” by the 43, and what of the “1841?” I found to my dismay that was the year one of your corrupt presidents lived a few months and died in office. This I dismissed as yet another joke by your official illuminati. Someday, I will find what the IRS cannot. That would be my supposed tax I.D. number that was a combination of my birth date “15,” Howard Hughes’ pilot license number, which was “80,” and another number lost to the Internal Revenue Service.

Speaking of them, you may want to take note of a reversal of my plan to sell the Howard Hughes Medical Institute (HHMI) to the first pharmaceutical company paying cash. Now, I intend to keep it, increase the funding, and not pay your evil Uncle Sammy one dime. Maybe we will finally market the cancer cure I’m sure they are sitting on. How do I know that? None of your business!

Your legal interest should coincide with my neighbor who worked at that unspeakable prison during Mr. Bush’s sickening “Executive Warfare” and the whores I know who aided movie plot worthy but unfortunately real “psychologists” in torturing and killing those scooped up by what I view as totally illegal “renditions.” Why were they all illegal? The Central Intelligence Agency helped the 9/11 plotters, then turned around and “nabbed,” or we should say “abducted” whomever they pleased. The only governments who objected to my recollection were Sweden, Italy, and eventually Poland. These paramilitary thugs and cocaine sniffing prostitutes are all war criminals and should be treated as such.

Want names? Dates? You have to write back and do some legal work for me. How would I be introduced to such “players?” You can’t ask for details from my late birth record dad Charles Edward Hughes, because he died while I was being tortured on a hot parking lot by the State of California. While I’m on that topic, they can’t leave the USA fast enough for me. Not a part of your “Union” in my opinion since gold-diggers and drunks without a plan went as far west as they could.

Here in St. Louis, I watched people try to hit Charles with a car in the parking lots of Dollar General and a grocery store called Schnucks. Recently, they’ve done it to me in a town where the first murder attempt on your correspondent was in the crib. It seems many were confident of freewheeling drug rackets, bought off police, and gold bars falling from the sky upon my untimely death, but those are merely the delusional types.

What this is really about is enforcing a status quo that finds RAYTHEON with my missiles, BOEING keeping my satellites, HOWARD HUGHES CORPORATION keeping watch over my property, HUGHES NETWORK SYSTEMS beaming garbage to your TV screen, the HOWARD HUGHES MEDICAL INSTITUTE funding “make work” vacations for scientists, and why not have GE take my BAKER HUGHES away after a “Linda” there spoke well of me and a “Jordan” was going to visit. It all started with a drill bit, and now you are going to need a pick and shovel to extract your oil. Why? To use a blunt expression, the United States Government fucked up badly. I have no allegiance to your evil nation, but I must follow its laws. Get it?

Thanks,

William Charles Hughes

Here is a sample of unfiled legal prose. I made the right decision about law school in 1977, because your profession in this country is nothing more than an ongoing disgrace.

“It should be noted plaintiff was the only “Yea” vote on moving to Washington, D.C. in 1971 when Charles Edward Hughes was offered a job there. ‘Charlie’ instead of Jimmy Carter? It is here alleged the world would have been a better place than it is today with Charles E. Hughes as the 39^th president. Also of note is another attempt by Republicans to recruit Charles Evans Hughes for the presidency, and his response was, ‘Sorry, I’m too old’ yet he lived another twenty years. Plaintiff traveled to Colgate University and “looked around” in 1986 with no knowledge Charles Evans had taught there. Plaintiff was drawn to Keokuk, Iowa in 2007 with no knowledge of Howard Hughes, Sr.’s law practice there. Shame on this United States Government, flush with unlawful intelligence on plaintiff’s every hiccup since 1956.”     

Angie: A Terrible Rolling Stones Song

It is good that they favor my gray dish here in Helmut 

My theory here is if I gave Angie $750, she would talk to me. Then, the letter to movie producers I would rather see in a coffin than a meeting room would go out—probably after I robbed the AM-PM Mini Mart store like everyone else in Hemet and got more money. You really need to spend some time in these California towns where if the cop pickup truck almost hits you, that means the like you. I could not help but notice the many robber photos on the wall on my first visit for cigarettes I should not smoke. When pulling your hair out over the “landlady” and her neighbor is not a good time to quit.

Hacked to Kibbles & Bits

A Saudi guy tried to give me his Firebird.
I said "No thanks" to him.
As for the drug dealer on this porch?

Hacked yet? 

June 5, 2018

Dear Missouri Muslims:

 

Like many in this state, I am not happy with the manner in which your last governor left office. Therefore, as a former social worker and published mental health expert, I am thinking of seeking this office as a Democrat. What is today ridiculously called a “reach out” goes to your community early. You may wonder why, and it is very simple. I attended a Missouri college that had a sudden influx of Arabic students back in 1975-77, I do not recall one word spoken about religion. They did not ask mine, and I did not ask theirs. I wore their clothing from Saudi Arabia, and they asked about local car dealers. Why? The price of oil had just jumped rather dramatically and their families had become wealthy.

We all got along splendidly as the new students took ESL classes, or already spoke as if they had transferred from Oxford. It was only very recently that I studied the schism in Islam that created Sunnis and Shiites. I also learned there are far fewer Shiites. This might explain why I met so many people from Iran in California. There was not a “bad guy” among them, and I am rather skilled at detecting that. Most of the Iranians I met were professional people or owned a business. This may have resulted in my “reward” from an Iranian woman. She had located employment in the movie business and gave me a film school hat.

I told her this when she disclosed she had dropped out of the school. “You will learn much more on the set than in that school.” Unlike the stereotypes, she wore blue jeans, carried all of her bags herself, and refused assistance with them. She said, “My friends are here” and departed Union Station loaded down like a pack animal. This would speak to a great deal of independence, and no veil was seen. Yet in the world of politics, Clinton aide Huma Abedin has been accused of disregarding basic security protocols and putting classified passwords into the hands of foreign agents. To these allegations Republican Senator John McCain basically said people had made up lies about her.

This is the way they all seem to operate. It has never been my practice. People at my behavioral health jobs called me a “Straight shooter.” When I was a young man I marveled at liars, because they must be skilled at keeping the story straight that is untrue. When caught, they tend to lie some more. Then, as with President Trump’s people, they all need lawyers, and then their lawyers need lawyers. I found two lawyers willing to sell one of my screenplays, yet I’d rather try running for governor. The “key” issue? HATE. I’m sick of it. Frankly, I’m starting to hate certain people and groups too, and this is wrong.

To fight what young people call “haters” takes money. I have not asked for any yet.

William C. Hughes

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What America needs is a...

The State Dept. Uncles said, "You could row a boat to Cuba."
And?
"Start digging Billy, you'll be in China."
We lent the wheelbarrel for transporting reports on China?
That figures.

Did I mention the same device was present in Los Angeles when Bobby Kennedy was shot in the head? These evil people have technologies that are delivered by objects which look innocuous. I thought about trying to spend some more time in St. Louis, and if anyone cared I could show you what I mean. I saw the same trickery on top of a Thousand Oaks public building, plus they have what I called “The Black Dish.” The dish does part of what diplomats have been complaining about and if you try to blame it on Russia, I’m not sure they would want Cuba to look that bad. Blame it on China? They have had the same type of trouble there. When are people going to wake up? The fact is,  these are PRIVATE companies abusing the law to drive people nuts and then use the same technology to cover their tracks.