(I've already got a job, thanks. It is not rewriting NASA history, Chris, but thanks for the first denial).
Got a stamp?
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August 19, 2013
Office of General Counsel
Federal Election Commission
999 E Street NW
Washington, DC 20463
William Charles Hughes
Homeless/No Address
Los Angeles, CA
90012
To Whom it Concerns at the Federal Election Commission:
On the sixtieth anniversary of the founding of USA’s Central
Intelligence Agency, I filed a Political Action Committee (C00431841) and
funded it with five-thousand dollars ($5,000) of my own money. The “plan” was
to clown around as a Democrat candidate in the 2008 New Hampshire Presidential
Primary and write a book. Instead, a real-life James Bond movie began, which
must end now.
No mental disorder, no drug abuse, no crime committed, no
espionage, and every scrap of property I’ve ever owned has been reduced to what
sits at my feet in Starbucks—Union Station, Los Angeles. Financial instruments?
Still there, I trust, but inaccessible. How many times, to deaf ears have I
said, “You cannot access MONEY without a postal mailbox and telephone.” I have
neither. My PAC? Again, no postage stamp and the Quarterly Report to inform you
of $90 received is now going on two months late.
I may end up dead, and this letter is found on my donated
IBM laptop. Not dead? How am I printing it out? When I arrived in California, I
had two Brother laser printers, a Lexmark, and an HP. All gone. Where? I don’t
think the FBI much cares. I do. Your political process in the United States? I
don’t think I care any more. Why not? Too many days of sitting in the hot
California sun dying slowly. Yes, I’ll live to see Barack Obama arrested and
prosecuted for this carefully planned torture program run on me because
he cannot hide behind Executive Privilege once out of office, or so a hopefully
not overturned court decision said a few years back.
I’m a big believer in Administrative Law, and actually
thought about becoming an Administrative Law Judge in 1982. Later, my Graduate
School at the University of Wisconsin informed me my near 4.0 academic
performance was not good enough, and out the door I went to cook clams at
Howard Johnson’s. Oh, that memory of mine! Did the same Secret Service agent
who handcuffed Sara Jane Moore tell me not to go outside with the smokers at a
certain theatre? A defeated by Carter Jerry Ford in a theatre? I sure do get
the joke way too late. More? On the fifth anniversary of John Hinckley shooting
Ronald Reagan, I saw two guys with suits and wide ties walk in a diner. Who
were they? Did a sneaky Reagan say, “He could have been a wide receiver, he ran
so fast.” (From the Uzi that was really in my face on March 30, 1986). If I am
correct about “Ford’s Theater” and the fifth anniversary Uzi event, that would
mean that every president in my lifetime either took a look or was on the phone
to someone near me. The long phone call, not in the flesh fellow? James Earl
Carter. The rest took a look, and I did not think the limo was from a
funeral parlor. I did not know what to make of it, and wondered, as I still do
today, what the hell is going on?
Down to electoral business here, my complaint is against the
following politicians and their PACS: George W. Bush, Arnold
Schwarzenegger, Barack Obama, Jerry Brown, and in particular,
Diane Feinstein. Why the emphasis on Feinstein? She fancies
herself an expert on intelligence matters, and I’m reasonably sure I am far too
acquainted with one of her relatives, who shall remain unnamed in this
communication. I simply cannot seek any federal office with the entire
international intelligence apparatus breathing down my neck, and I am squarely
blaming these politicians for the “dirty tricks” and mayhem that has plagued my
life since may 5, 2008.
I have “Bipolar Affective Disorder?” “Schizophrenia?”
“Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder?” Oh, so that is why I am sleeping upon filthy
Los Angeles streets? Could you read my first book? Several literary agencies
and publishers did. How many times have I said, regarding Howard, “Head injury,
because grandpa made planes for the Army, and crashed them more than once.” Why
was Bill Hughes a plane-watcher? Why do I watch F-22 & Typhoon video?
Because I want one. And, the company would probably sell me an unarmed one with
some pale bureaucrat’s permission. NASA? Let’s not go there on how from Apollo
11 onward, the name of the game in Houston and Kennedy Space Center was sabotage.
Grandpa Howard tried to stop it. He was not responsible for it.
Still no news van? Now, I don’t care either. My political
future, if I have time? Maybe governor, of which state I do not know, until
someone asks me to run for office. Oddly enough, I’ve been addressed as
“Mister President” dozens of times in
California, and if I wanted to be insulting, I’d say they all needed “rehab.”
Some ended up there. Some more than once in my five largely wasted California
years. I believe it was 1978—same year I bad-mouthed the Space Shuttle
design—someone said I’d be accused of thinking I’m the President of the United
States. I said, “Why the f--- would I think that?” Thirty-one years later, an
angry woman in the Goebel Senior Adult Center said, “I got labeled, too.” When
I inquired as what, “Substance abuse” was her two-word answer. I said no more.
My third book? Maybe I’m a prophet; I don’t know until I get
the hell out of Los Angeles and find a literary agent. Not to divert from
politics, but when four movie production company clues have been dropped
lately, that does not buy a coffee refill, but 50 cents does. I’ll now find the
photo of Howard Hughes Jr. looking bored while making a movie. Me? I need a
pre-production year to supposedly be “depressed” like in 1987. Try to get in my
door, and I’ll shoot your ass dead. Clear?
Most sincerely,
William Charles Hughes
ALLEGED PRESIDENTIAL “CLOSE ENCOUNTERS”
DWIGHT EISENHOWER – I was under age 5, but my dad Charles
Edward Hughes gave me a thick book about him. I read it. Where is it?
JOHN F. KENNEDY – Waldorf Astoria, Chicago, 1961.
LYNDON BAINES JOHNSON – Our Lady of Good Counsel, Fall,
1968.
RICHARD M. NIXON – St. Louis, Gateway Arch, August, 1969.
GERALD FORD – Lindenwood College, November, 1976.
JIMMY CARTER – Amsterdam, The Netherlands (on phone), June,
1977.
RONALD REAGAN – State Diner, Ithaca, NY, March 30,
1986.
GEORGE H.W. BUSH – Tan Tar A, Lake Ozark, 1991.
BILL CLINTON – Air Force One/Ward 2W Lunch Line,
Metropolitan Psychiatric Center, 1999
GEORGE W. BUSH – Opening Day, St. Louis Cardinal Season,
2005/Einstein’s Bagels, 2005/Panera Bread Company, 2006
BARACK OBAMA – Marine One, Thousand Oaks, California, 2011.
