05/29/2019
Media@SLMPD.org:
Vice President Cheney once said he
wanted some terror suspects “Boiled in oil.” I thought that was an
irresponsible statement at the time, so know this is my metaphorical plan for
the United States Secret Service. Why? I called them today before I called Woodling
and received the predictable “We can neither confirm nor deny” evasion, but at
least Ms. Noh Name listened.
Noh Name then transferred me to someone
who hung up simply because I asked for an identifier. “Agent 0019” would have
been okay, as with how they have behaved previously. My response was to call Public
Affairs again and told them that a few months back I really did talk to a man
in their intelligence division who gave me a gmail address that I did in fact
write to. I could not believe they had a gmail box, but he said “Send it” and
of course I joked that nothing I was reporting need be kept “secret.” I am sure
you get the joke as well.
What I don’t like is the constant
thought that someone wants to steal the notebook where this was carefully documented.
My documentation skills are from a 20 year mental health career, and that sort
of information is also supposedly CONFIDENTIAL. I gave her only the gender of
my college friend who I have verified is related to one of their top officials
who resigned under pressure along with several others due to a drinking
incident at the White House gate and many unauthorized views of Rep. Jason
Chaffetz’s records when he was passed over by Secret Service for a job.
My allegation you should be aware of is
that my two calls to the relative of one of their later disgraced leaders at
that time (2015) triggered what I am calling a “Chinese fire drill” within the
Secret Service. You too can read the Department of Homeland Security Inspector
General’s report dated September 25, 2015. I joke about people I call “Number
Kooks” and just realized this was 10 days after my birthday. I don’t have ESP,
but I did have a boom box at the time and upon hearing of Rep. Chaffitz’s line
of questioning, called two of his offices. Anyone literate can see they had
gone on “Red Alert” there too for some
reason. Work with me, because I think Chaffitz’s staff in Provo and D.C.
thought I had a “buddy” within the Secret Service. Actually, for a time I did,
but I have to think they have retired.
I’d love to allege in an ever-elusive
“news” story that John Roth did not give us a complete account, and his
excuse-making is weak material to me. For example, why would they alert the
protective details for Bill Clinton and Joe Biden? Chaffetz is a Mormon and I’d
expect him to be no more a danger to anyone than I. This might be because
Clinton’s Air Force One did indeed fly over my car on I-170, and you cannot
read my e-mail to and from one of Senator Biden’s key aides. As the late
Charles E. Hughes would say, we are at “loggerheads” over politics and my long
overdue legal claim to be related to Howard R. Hughes, Jr. It should be clear
to any jury that Charles behaved like an older brother because he was. I doubt
there will be prolonged civil trials after discussing legal strategy with
several attorneys who either worked on the “Mormon Will” litigation both for
and against Mr. Hughes, or were willing to file lawsuits against California
politicians who must remain nameless here.
Put bluntly, the next Secret Service
scandal should be about me. Why? When my late “father of record” almost died in
1966 the four men who came to me with no adult present to ask where I would go
in the event of his death were not owners of trucking companies. I am certain
they were Secret Service agents. They got to know me early when I said “No” to
every option presented. When Charles made it through many surgical procedures
and I was allowed to see him, he cried before me on one of only two occasions. My
intention is to see that the United States Secret Service is abolished over the
next teardrop shed by Charles Edward Hughes in 1990. Understood? The United States Government cannot
continue to torture me over the enormous sum of money at stake here.
My next on the record encounter with
those people was in a Cooperstown, New York bar. (They drink a lot). I simply
inquired if they were there for the induction ceremony for among others, Lou
Brock. I am constantly dealing with idiots who would say, “Who is Lou Brock?’
in Saint Louis, MO. I am tired of this “selective ignorance” and outright lying
when it is far easier to tell the truth as I have done for 63 years. This sort
of garbage is what your Intelligence Community (IC) does all day every day.
Though I do not share Donald J. Trump’s politics, this president knows I am
right!
“We’re the Secret Service” the man
said. When I suddenly recalled the ceremonial game the president attends, I was
told George H.W. Bush was to visit. I then asked why Ronald Reagan was not
attending. “He’s busy,” I was told. Busy with what I found out in 2018. It was
yet another “Iranian missile crisis,” and we are not talking about who gave me
a later stolen film school hat. Please comprehend that it was an ex Iranian
president’s daughter. Moreover, no DNA testing will be performed on the
headphones now miraculously sitting on my bed that were a gift from a stocky
blond-headed woman present that day in an LA Starbucks. Who was she? As Charlie
Hughes often said, “I don’t know.”
William Charles Hughes
06/02/2019 > After a careful review
of published material, the tide is turning in my sane mind against Rep.
Chaffetz, who ran a highly politicized “slash & burn” committee that ended
many careers, including his. I see no Senator Chaffetz or his name among the
dwarfs running for president in the biggest stampede to Iowa and New Hampshire
yet. The cup of coffee I was offering to buy Chaffetz in Provo? Never happened,
nor do neighborhood drug dealers or AR-15 riflemen seem to be arrested in Zip
Code 63111. Concurrent events in 2015 included a female Baker Hughes employee chatting
dozens of times and twice saying, “I’ll call ‘ya back, sugar” and she did! Later
they were sold to GE, any search box will inform you. If this is somehow related,
please visit the Eagleton Federal Courthouse when Judge White or Ross allow me
to talk.
