Want a "Real" Revolution? Keep This Crazy Crap Up--You'll get one.

On the sane side of life, I continue to educate the "creatures" as best I can. As Deputy Peach will sure as shit say IN COURT, "There's no crime here." Federal government went insane? It's a job for Bill "Flint" Hughes, for real. For example, I keep telling them stuff like the omnipresent "they" don't have "ESP," they have "intelligence," both in their heads and some damn device I probably manufacture.

If they jog by and I dare to speak, I'm told it's the Lutheran High swim team coaches or some similar shit. The soon to open nationwide movie about me? Never ever a "bum" in sight when we talk it over. They plan it like that, kids. Back home, I can hear it all the way in these LA smogburbs. "He's got it under control. I'm too busy to go out there. Don't they know Bill? What's the big deal?"

HughesBrain has a new not so distasteful task. If ever a case of "They hear me somehow," ready?

Where? When? Easy, CVS creepies, I'll yell it when it nail it--but not her. Single?

"We're happy you came all the way from Liberia, and you know the president personally? He goes to Starbucks every morning. Yeah, just strolls over there. You'll be on your way in a minute. Man, that's brutal what they did to your family. You've got an appointment to see him? Cool!"

Where's THAT Photo? Nazi? Commie? Anarchist?

It is not this photo I owe a nice lady from where? Switzerland! Hubby's from where? Italy! Looks like my 19 year-old fashion model girlfiend is coming this Fall. Stop him! Stop him! Men of LCII, I basically said, "If Berlusconi does it, I can do it too." She agreed, and reported the babes go shopping all day for their fearless leader--at state expense. Did I say I'd economically rescue them? Well, we all know Hughes is "crazy."

Yes, I said I'd show her a Saint Louis photo, but we fell into a "T.O. Time warp," were abducted by an Orange Crush slurping gang of froggy space aliens, and...not really.

Mood disorder? Nope, it's all evil technology--NOT the devil, NOT e.t., NOT the occult, NOT magic. NOT yours; it's all mine. Now, it's:

STORY TIME WITH BORING OLD SUBURBAN HIPPIE BILL:
Bored? It's so bad, I'm perfecting my Jimmy Carter impersonation to scary accuracy. You all heard Dick Nixon behind the Goebel, did you not? Want serious? Want silly? Long I've said, "Y'all don't talk too much." Let's talk about a 911 call if you try to take another pic as I describe a guy I knew only as "The Northrup Man."

Northrup Man walked his mutt about three times a week. He did not, in the Thousand Oaks tradition, "sneak up" on bums at rest. How did the conversation begin? Oh, it's in the soggy journal big bad Sheriff Dean thought he was keeping. He thought wrong. To the best of my recollection, since he was very old, I asked where he had retired from. "Northrup," he said. He got the patented, "I'm William Hughes, call me Bill, and I seem to be Howard's grandson" speech. This quickly got him nicknamed "Diode Man," because both he and I know what that semiconductor is, and does.

No girls should jump or tough guys knock me out over the rest. I say to these wicked domestic terrorists, "I'm allowed to be here. I'm allowed to buy a cup of coffee," etc. With Northrup, it's "I'm allowed to talk about flight control systems on the B-2 Bomber, because my guy designed them." This led to stimulating discussions on what the crpd park is, what the hell the GOEBEL SENIOR ADULT CENTER is, and by God, "we" still don't know. Northrop Man also talked car repair to an associate, and I wondered where mine went. I still do, Jerry Brown. Be that as it may, the culmination of Northup's dog walks made me worry. Oh yes, we talked about how grandpa Howie was not nuts, flew planes, and I don't, etc.

What, Hughes worry? It's another long movie about me moment the director better get right. Nothrup was about to exit around the West End of Goebel, after I'd asked about his gossiping with far younger Defense Industry engineers, and he said, "You're ready, but need...a little more work." I thought, "Dear God, he doesn't mean the president thing." Kooks and "secret agents," I'm now sure he did. This might explain the McDonald's lot you-know-who's providing "security" when I snoozed in Long Beach near the competition's plant gate. Can't see me out there shaking hands? NutCase, be gone!!

The "missing" photo caption from this a.m., Getty Images, AFP, BBC?"

"William Hughes, up and running early in the 2016 presidential field, chats with an LA County Deputy." 

Two LAPD as well? Behind me, positioning phreaks. Right over by the cream & sugar bar, twits. As I joke, "Beavis was not there. Greg the King was absent with leave, and Chris E. was not present," but he'd probably grin at me listening to a German-speaking station in Basel, Switzerland. When they played a Hughes Face Book Friend Jennifer Lopez song, I said, "Something's going on here." Don't ask what.

Fire her now!! Him too, Negro boy!

Save your skin, Mr. President. Fire this bitch, now!

Pammy, the Secret Service phone does not work, but LA coppers seem to like me.

Suggestions?

How about that SS e-mail address I just found, Stephanie?

As I joke, "It's like a letter, only faster."

Would anyone like to go to the Federal Detention Center today?

Die today?

See Mr. Hughes, because I have had enough of this VENTURA COUNTY crap.

Ever the optimist, I wonder if Obammy is perhaps the biggest rockhead n-word ever created, plus he went to Hahvaad, not LCII, and though I'm ready to ride around in an old van, like a heavily armed skinhead too, perhaps instead, Michelle Obama will say, when I take over, "I think you'll be lame and ineffective, like Jimmy Carter, and when we raise a bunch of kinda mafia soft money, we'll be moving back in here, Hughes."



A.T., clear out  your desk, and pack your bags. Hughes has had enough of your Secret Service bullcrap. Uninvited guests in my White House? I'd shoot you dead myself. I thought perhaps, at 3:55 e.d.t., that the SS #2 could take over, but what did my late, and probably "medically murdered" dad say? "Never trust anyone who uses initials instead of a full name." What was that  Wishbone Ash song? Side One, Cut One. Lern, let's hear it! 

"You See Red" 

Comedy & USA's Tragedy

I joke a lot about Palin and Bachmann because I am a heterosexual male around their age.

Using military "psychological operations" to imply someone I know very well was, and maybe still is, the C.I.A. "Waterboard Queen" is cruel beyond the wildest Hollywood movie script. This allegation is true, and I demand Barack Obama, President of the United States resign his office immediately.

FROM THE WE ARE NOT ON CNN YET DEPT.
Saying "perfect," and "Not a problem" all day at the 2755 Agoura Road Starbucks does not get me back to Clayton, Missouri, where I am sitting out front of that store on your company website. Get it, girls? It's the Starbucks where on November 2, 2004, I cracked 9/11 wide open. Gee, I thought we'd have been in a parade or two by now, with soldiers, brass bands, and pom-pom girls. Oh no! Bunch of terrorists! USA's intelligence community? Terrorists! Where is the head terrorist from? Kenya? Hawaii? Chicago? Pluto?

I think Obama, as a young C.I.A. shit, ran the operation to murder Sir John Lennon, and I can prove it beyond any doubt. Bye, Barack!! Want more? As we said at Cornell University in 1985-86. "Get your kneepads on."

[CHURCH.LADY ADVISORY: The Hughes for President campaign is R-Rated. The preceding, in the candidate's view, was a reference to normal, natural, sexual activity].

Must Be Ed Tumbleson

Obama's mail is carefully screened and the president was never in any danger

A suspicious letter sent to US President Barack Obama is "similar" to two poisoned letters mailed to New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg this week, US officials have said.

-- BBC Hughes Newservice

CREW v. RNC? Thanks! [For the clothes I don't have yet]

 Love that tie!

details freely available at: www.fec.gov

"What does he mean? What does he mean?"

>>Federal Election Election Commission rules prohibit me from changing clothes until Leslie quits and they hire me, Jason takes a job at Hank the Russian's agency in Ventura, or Pete stops by with that Amgen attorney's $2,500.

Then, Kate Hudson will meet me at...

Yes, it was really her in 2010. My joke back then? "I can see why they're in the movies."

"Would you like to go to jail today?"

D.O.J. Quiz
Q: If Bill Hughes' life is almost taken every day since May 5, 2008, does he get a "free shot?"
A: Yes.

Back when those lying, closed-down when I win NASA assholes "cried poor" and stopped painting the Space Shuttle's liquid fuel tank, I'm sure I said, "I hope nobody gets killed." We go again to my dad [Howard's son], the Great Charlie, who said, "The association is drying up, and all the members have deserted me.." etc. etc. etc. The clue? "I made friends with a nice Negro man at the casino" (Harrahs).

I said, "Dad , someone will punch you out for that word. Say 'black' or 'African-American'." The nice Negro was who? Michelle was in my office spying on who? Not me.

AK-47 or Karla?

"I love chocolate," the girl euphorically said."Bill, I want some caramels,"my mental patient said. "There he is," said the Starbucks girl when I logged-on this site. Honey, you can't see this screen, therefore Hughes will lock your asses up--later. Gee, I'd better write that statement to the Secret Service, or maybe his ass will be killed. "I didn't do it," I will maybe tell some lame commission. "No problem?" GO TO HELL.

You Serious?

They are? Clapper's gone.

You did what? USDA Food Stamps/CA Advantage Card? 4 fucking years?

Sir, they're so old, the guns might blow-up in their faces, the contractor stopped making the shells in 1986, and there's maybe, uh, you know, like rats and spiders in there, and additionally, we could drown under the hull trying to make her seaworthy, and it would cost, oh my gosh, a whole lot of, uh, money, and...yes, sir. 

Me on USDA Food Stamps/CA Advantage Card for over four fucking years? Clay! Charlie Hughes was Howard's not so secret son, and I am PISSED-OFF. Why did I not think it? I'm rational, not mentally disordered, and typically work my ass off, much like if the voters should lower me into the U.S. Presidency--a job I do not want!!

Surrounded my NutJobs like Howard, with NO MONEY and NO HELP. Would it ruin the Black Caucus forever if I alleged "You picked the wrong black man" for the first Kenyan-American president?

HACK AND BLOCK A CONGRESSIONAL WEBSITE? I SAY CIVIL WAR, and talking about what is already in progess is neither a DELUSION or a CRIME.

As DEPUTY PEACH said, "There's no crime here" [with Hughes].
Later, I spent an hour detained as several deputies put themselves in a Federal pen. Right? Right! BTW, they redistricted the crap out of the St. Louis Metro Area. How about "Senator Bill?"

Congressional hearings--FAST!!! I await your reply, not that of the fbi. It busta rhymes, too! May I boast? I'm the M. Ali of American politics, if I could ever get OUT of California, where you can "check-out," but you can never leave.

Hurry!
William Charles Hughes, V

"We'll Talk Later"

"He resigned? Thanks for telling me. Bobby's GE went in the trash in front of the Teen Center, and the Sheriff took that crazy pink boombox. He can keep it."