1. Hughes uses Internet; Internet OFF – (Must have something
to do with Senator Burr and new management at the Senate Select Committee on
Intelligence) This absurdity has
included several A/C power failures for an entire public building in
California, a “blackout” at the Saint Louis County Library – Headquarters
Branch with your correspondent at a desktop, individual library computers
disabled, hacked into a nonfunctional state, and when Internet service was paid
for, there have been 9-10 service interruptions that require calls to the
provider (Cricket/AT&T), and the resetting of passcodes. Even with the
service working properly, apparently someone knows how to enter an Android
and…turn off the Internet connection. All of this possibly Russian effort, when
little has been gained from free blogs, ad-cluttered e-mail, and two
ridiculous, internationally sarcastic and spoof-filled Facebook pages (One as “William
Hughes” and a second as “Bill Hughes”). Prior to that, your correspondent
lampooned his old employer and paid for the address & server at DMHwatch.org
and politely skewered the spies at AbolishTheCIA.org. Dial-up uploads would
stop. The speed would slow to where your gainfully employed writer would
log-off, call it a day, and a Sony clock alarm would sound so William could
babysit self-styled “narcs” and small-time drug dealers at Chestnut Health
Systems. The Internet provider, Brick Network, ended-up in a federal lawsuit as
a defendant, then closed. With an HP desktop full of adware and “spyware,”
Roger Clark answered the call and remains this writer’s computer tech advisor
to this day. Later, it was surmised the hacking could not be done without key
entry to the apartment, so and all hard drives in question were placed in the
care of an IT forensic specialist, Gregory Chatten, who not surprisingly cannot
be located, but NTSB records of his plane crash can. Slowly this writer has
reached the conclusion that constant and infuriating technical issues related
to both software and hardware are due to an attempt to deny access to what is
freely on the Internet, and not so much to block lawful speech. Regarding my
DNA heritage, a Rick Tanaka in 2010 said, “William, it’s all on the Internet”
and indeed it was. My slogan, which you should share is, “If it moves an
electron, they can mess with it.” I am no expert on the technology behind
service denials and “hacking.” but when it comes to the political angle, you
would think someone would offer me a job. Have any vacancies?
2. Eleven (11) Bogus “Secret Service Agents” Who were they? Is Hughes v. Department of Homeland Security
being filed as a pauper, or with $350 from a movie producer’s paycheck? The
excitement is bearable; illegal confinement in a motel room is not. After
seeing these clowns migrate from St. Louis to Thousand Oaks California and down
to Los Angeles, the jury can wonder if a woman sitting on Virginia Avenue monitoring
a 7-11 store was Julia Pearson or not. The plaintiff simply does not care,
however, given a “dumbing-down” of America, combined with the satanic
preoccupations of many Californians, who would recognize her besides this
writer and care one iota? Your correspondent promises to hold it to these
impostors when there were also bogus “detectives,” “Homeland” staff, “ISI,”
“FSB,” and no jurist grounded in reality should accept it was JPL on a parking
lot merely because they said so. Many CHP officers must be believed to be “real”
observers of Ventura County madness unless, as this comic often quipped,
“Disney painted-up a fake cop car.” I can buy a tin badge at the Family Dollar
and print a business card; however this does not make me “Special Agent
Hughes.” Once the entourage assembled, excuses on keeping a prisoner in plain
view included, “My brakes are shot,” “My water pump is out,” and “I don’t want
to put that many miles on my car.” Perhaps Trisha Tennyson could be found to
confirm she approached and said, “William, the Secret Service is in trouble
again.” Perhaps she works for that organization, and would know of their drug
use, embezzlement schemes, and favorite prostitutes.
3. A “Missing” Continuity of Government Plan Sent Via FedEx
From George W. Bush (“We’ve never heard of him. What is C.O.G.?”) My request under the Freedom of information
Act was for an old no longer classified C.O.G. plan. A carton that arrived from
the Executive Office of the President at 911 St. Rita Ave. Apt. 2S Clayton, MO
63105 was thick enough to have included the documents, but this writer thought
it wise to secure the services of an attorney before examining the contents. It
is now eleven (11) years and at least 120 lawyers later. It is past time to
locate the cover letter and documents I here assert.
4. Charles Edward Hughes and His Maritime Service records (From “Get drunk, go
Navy”) plus his U.S. Army file
(“Bob’s burned up; Charlie’s was singed” in the big St. Louis Army Records
fire). My theory from oral historian Charles was that the Merchant Marine boat
went to Saudi Arabia and Japan after the criminal and wholly unjustified
nuclear attacks. “Ignorance is no excuse” was a phase imparted to me as a
child, so I simply do not accept the excuse holding that early nuclear scientists
did not know what the U.S. had developed. My own uncles said this: “Jesus,
couldn’t they have shown it to them over the ocean?” My alleged dad was the one
on grandma’s couch saying, “That would not have stopped them.” I think he
really believed that, and we argued the point after I had looked at the cable
traffic to and from the State Department before the only use of nuclear weapons
in warfare thus far. Charlie’s often repeated statement was that the “horror”
would not be repeated. Further, I think he did much “in the dark” during the
many nuclear “close calls” since 1945. I read-up on nuclear false alarms, and
in response to that research, my life was systematically and criminally
destroyed by your government and its drug-dealing, inept spy-lackeys. Moving
along to Charlie’s brief service and discharge from the U.S. Army, I suspect he
may indeed have injured his arm intentionally, but not out of cowardice as my
late mother often alleged. I think he was ordered to do something he considered
morally wrong and wanted out. It cannot be cowardly when he apparently told
Teamster Union underworld types the facts of lawful life in smoke-filled rooms.
For this, he was likely trained by the Office of Strategic Services, and “Wild
Bill” Donovan was chosen as the head of its successor agency. If Charles
signed-on with that organization, this explains all of my woes. In my opinion,
which I am allowed to express anywhere, anytime, the Central Intelligence
Agency should be abolished and condemned as a criminal syndicate and terrorist
organization. Charlie also spoke of a “mistake” he made and “wrongheaded ideas”
he may have briefly endorsed. What I think is simply that he may have played
poker with some “card-carrying communists” after World War II, and in the eyes
of your government back then that made you one of them. As an informant said of
my scrapes with alleged intelligence workers, it is a matter of “Guilt by
association.” Not with this writer.
5. Diane Feinstein and Richard Blum – Closed session
invitation, please. Where did Hughes v. Finkel go? I’m serious about being called to a closed
hearing. Moreover, I am certain I do not need a lawyer for that testimony.
6. William Charles Hughes & Canada – (Ejected by nutty
Canadian border security personnel in 2008 with a destination, a valid
Passport, a Missouri Driver’s License, $35,000 liquid, and a $50,000 credit
line. Why?) It is my recollection I was surrounded by border police, threatened
with immediate arrest, and asked about aluminum foil. Since when is Reynolds wrap
illegal in any nation? My answer was deemed satisfactory, yet I was spun around
and sent south under the gaze of an armored vehicle full of U.S. Army men. Why?
I have noted the foil was invented the same year the National Security Act
passed and that it is apparently on the ceiling of the Lunar Module of old and
more contemporary U.S. Navy ship bridges. I simply use it around sensitive
electronics sometimes on the theory it blocks considerable electromagnetic
“grunge” in the air. I never examined the Canadian paperwork on this affront,
and it was later stolen by a bizarre German nurse and her male helper from a contract
cleaning crew at the Goebel Senior Adult Center in Thousand Oaks. Most cops would conclude if you are seen next
to the item and then it is quickly gone you just might be guilty. Not so in “La
La Land” where I was told by city officials not to bark at people about to
steal my backpack before “Margaret” succeeded. I did indeed call “Deputy Jeff”
on a non-emergency number and though I like former senior center director
Andrea Koval and owe her a dinner date, her suggestion that I search Margaret’s
car myself was dismissed as odd, to say the least. Relevant to note here is my
allegation of a Canadian birth and possibly forged records leading to a
09/15/2015 appointment at the Canadian Consulate in Chicago. Plenty of records
could inform you that is my 1955 birth record birthday. I was unable to keep
the appointment because no one would drive there, and I can prove my
rented house did not lock, and thus much went “missing.” Help yourself to
Hughes’ property again, the spies and drug dealers figured correctly.
Justice? None for me in the USA or Canada it seems.
7. U.S. Passport NOW – (The Hughes family is from Wales, the Gano
family France, the Gallagher family Ireland, and Jim Léonard? Looks like
Australia to “The Prisoner of Mumbai & Marlborough, MO”) This quest began in 2013 at the Grant R.
Brimhall Library in Thousand Oaks, CA. A simple search located a law that said
a grandparent born in Ireland could lead to Irish citizenship. Later Mr. Finbar
Hill was contacted at the Irish Consulate in Los Angeles for details. As yet
another “clue” passed by Charles Hughes, this writer was told to look up
certain family members on the Eilis Island website portal. Indeed, a document
supported family reports on maternal grandmother Margaret “Maggie” Gallagher
Leonard coming to the U.S. as a baby. Therefore, she was born in Ireland. The
images of said documents were printed-out and given to Charles Hughes. Three
and a half years after speaking to Mr. Hill, this writer would learn via a
“Kate” at the Irish Consulate in Chicago that Mr. Hill had concocted an
“express” description of the process. Further, he illogically offered to pass
documents to the Canadian Consulate in Los Angeles. This, when your
correspondent cannot even successfully obtain a drivers’ license. Slowly, the
Passport and Visa process others navigate easily turned into a “Wild Goose
Chase” for lack of caring individuals to HELP. The “stumper” question on a 2014
attempt to apply when John Kerry held the fort was Margaret Mary Leonard
Hughes’ birthday. No photo of mom? Don’t know her birthday and have no way to obtain
vital records on anyone? This is my perverted world I squarely blame on the
United States Government. This writer often asks, “Doing a little spying?”
Please explain how a man could be seen at John Rayman’s car lot in Marlborough,
Missouri who was intently watching when the aforementioned Irish law was
located in California? This is yet another example of the pack of kooks &
spooks stalking this writer effortlessly. Never forgetting a face is an asset
at a murder trial, and at the Wayside Motel. Data was gathered for the Passport
application via a 2014 land-line phone filled with static. Writer could not
help but notice the AT&T installer’s paperwork, and that of the Charter
Communications man went “missing.” Both were African-American, leading to
theorizing that racists are at work when events occur like the severing of a Charter
cable line, which was reconnected with minimal discussion. In this allegedly
“up and coming” St. Louis neighborhood, it was observed to be a common event to
cut the cable wire, pull down enemy satellite
dishes, or gut the AT&T box so as to prevent contact with the world outside
of St. Louis, which is large, whereas the local minds are small. Yes, I was
almost murdered over a child’s scooter found abandoned in an alley and the highest
level political discussion was with my Ward Committeewoman who reported plenty
shooting and killing in her neighborhood. I now wonder if all of these
homicides make it into the Post-Dispatch.
The speed with which I’d like to depart can be supported by my Gunshots,
Explosions, and Power Failure Log. Radio stations were being knocked off the
air, small explosions were heard, and many weapons were being fired, yet the
police were only called twice with a report of “shots fired.” This was because
the shooter or shooters were too nearby. I think it is also relevant to note
that rent demands were often preceded by a chorus of gunshots, and the “property
manager” was an alleged family member. What’s my last name? It is Hughes, and
quite frankly if I’m to be constantly threatened both overtly and subversively,
I’d prefer it take place in a nation-state that is not descending into anarchy.
