Fern Carlton

Auntie Fern is dead?
Better call that Hispanic ass with Internal Affairs.
What's his name?

11.30.2017

Dear Sharpton Staff:

My late father had several overused expressions. They were:

“It’s so simple.”
But first, you had to “Put your receiving set on.”

In other words, Listen!!!

As you can see below, I discovered yesterday Rev. Lee had died. How I was informed of this is a long story.

I spoke to this man twice on your recommendation.

To get to the point, I smell foul play regarding his death at 34.

Of course, the Saint Louis American does not.

During the Ferguson unrest, their reporting was far better than the Post-Dispatch, and that was me on the #97 bus with the American in my lap. I participated in no protest back then, and none since. I have proven I’m related to Howard Hughes, Sr., however, no one cares! (In St. Louis, Missouri). The drug dealers, crooks, rancid politicians, Hollywood rejects, and dirty cops outside LA care very deeply.

To “bottom line it” as daddy also said, I’d love to give Lee’s widow the letter I never sent him. Our first and longer conversation was about Rev. Sharpton’s planned visit to a church I’d driven by thousands of times. As GUNSHOTS grew louder and the thieves thicker, I spoke with Rev. Lee again. Given my notoriously bad mail service, I hoped he could come pick up the letter. “Too busy” he said. Copies of the letter were then stolen, but I believe I have the original envelope at this motel where I have been “stuck” for 12 solid months.

I did not attend that event out of safety concerns for Lee, myself, and Rev. Sharpton. (Following the news lately?) As a rule, if my dad talked about someone, even though a Republican it meant he liked you. “How about that Al Sharpton?” Charles E. Hughes said to me more than once. He’s looking a bit Secret Service today. Why? His “cover” was dis-incorporated in 1970, but he fancied himself as still “working” when I left town in late 2007. Nobody wants my books or screenplays because Charlie was so damn “secret.” Do you people understand evil? I’m not the best Catholic ever baptized, but evil is ruling your nation today.

Don’t believe me? Say so! At holiday time in 1962, dad was told this: “He can’t hit the broad side of a barn.” They were discussing Lee Harvey Oswald. It was mighty quiet at grandma’s house in 1963. Charles got out of LBJ’s doghouse. Could I get out of Obama’s? I thought the voters could not do worse, then we got Donald J. Trump!! As a shabby looking black man said of Barack in Los Angeles, “He didn’t do much for me.” My ongoing Trump joke is: “Has the Bay Area been nuked yet?” One word: INCOMPETENT. What am I requesting? Help!      

Have a great day,

William Hughes

Obituary: The Rev. Carlton Lee, pastor of Michael Brown Sr., dies at 34

By THE ST. LOUIS AMERICAN • JUN 15, 2017

“God is not going to judge you by your behavior in heaven. He’s going to judge you by what you did on earth,” The Rev. Al Sharpton said at the funeral for Michael Brown in August of 2014 at Friendly Temple Missionary Baptist Church.

“He will say, ‘when Michael Brown, an 18-year-old boy, laid out in the streets of Ferguson — what did you do? What did I require of you?”

The Rev. Carlton Lee, senior pastor of The Flood Christian Church, was among the first to take action after Brown was fatally shot by a police officer.

On Tuesday, June 13, Lee died suddenly from an apparent heart attack. He was 34.

“Stunned to learn about the death of Rev. Carlton Lee,” Sharpton said on Twitter. “He worked with us as a NAN rep in Ferguson, MO for Mike Brown. I can’t believe he is gone.”

Lee's death was confirmed first to The Root online news magazine, by sources close to the family and in a post Tuesday on The Flood Church Facebook page.

“The pain of dealing with the transition of our pastor is massive,” the post read.

Lee went from relatively unknown man of faith in the St. Louis region, to vocal faith leader in the months of unrest in response Brown’s death.He represented the Ferguson chapter of Sharpton’s National Action Network.

He stood by Brown's family members during news conferences in the weeks that followed.

“We want an arrest, indictment and charges brought against Darren Wilson,” Lee told reporters in front of the Ferguson Police Department in August 2014.

None came to pass, but he stayed committed to what he felt he was led to do as the Brown family pastor.

Lee prayed over and baptized Michael Brown Sr. as the family prepared spiritually for the outcome of the looming decision as to whether or not St. Louis County Prosecutor Bob McCulloch would issue an indictment against Wilson.

On the evening before a grand jury decided to not indictment Wilson , Lee urged protesters on the stretch of West Florissant Avenue, near the Canfield Green Apartments, where Brown was shot to remain calm and peaceful. At the same time he was doing so, his own church on the other side of West Florissant mysteriously burned to the ground.

“The police called me and told me the church was on fire,” Lee told NBC News. “I was in complete disbelief. I didn’t think anyone would set a church on fire.

I feel like one of my children has died. I put my blood, my sweat, and my tears into this church, getting this church built from the ground up.

To see that it was taken down in a few minutes is really heartbreaking.”

Lee was featured in The Washington Post for his work in Ferguson. The newspaper also covered the loss of his church’s sanctuary during the height of the unrest.

“This last couple days had just been crazy … Since August the ninth, it’s been real crazy.” Lee told The Washington Post just after the fire. “I’m thankful for life, and for my wife, my children, our parents. . . . If I lose everything that I have, but I still have my joy, I have enough to build it all over again.”

The Flood was still in the process of rebuilding, and worshipping at a temporary location on West Florissant Avenue, at the time of Lee’s death.

He seemed especially hopeful and optimistic about the future of his ministry in his final Facebook message on June 5, which sang the praises of his members for “walking into their assignments” with respect to employment, education and spirituality."

“As their pastor, it’s humbling to see them grow,” Lee said of his parishioners. “I’m so appreciative for each and every one of them.”

Lee is survived by his wife, Chanel, and their five children.

The couple just welcomed their fifth child, daughter Cassiah Royalty Lee, on May 28.

Final arrangements are pending.

 

10/17/2015

Hey! Shut the damn door!

Let us begin the festivities with “I’m out of the office until doomsday” and “My check is not very large, Hughes.” I guess you had to be there when the Hughes Aircraft Company retirees approached. Ready?

“I’m retired from Hughes Aircraft.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Mister Hughes.”

It’s been a long journey since TWA stock went for 600 million, then another source said 583 million. And? I am thoroughly ready to paraphrase a U.S. Senator from long ago by saying, hopefully soon, “A few hundred million here, a few hundred million there, and pretty soon, we’ll be talking real money.”

Today? The quest many are already opposed to is this.

Alaska Air 261. We can’t argue about the fact an airplane went into the Pacific Ocean. You can, however wonder all day about why I met a relative of one of the people pulling body parts out of the water. I do not think he was lying about the fire/rescue worker relative, A subtle hint? The big blue & yellow  helicopter over my head. Very loud. And the shouted dialog? “Why is he doing that?” “I don’t know, Bill.”

Jill & Rachel received the photo of a Hughes Airwest plane. Jill’s comment was, “I don’t like the graphics.” (No argument about the Hughes who sent it). Why research air disasters? To tell the absolute truth, as always, since this Hughes is a “rocket man,” I finally figured out how airplanes stay in the air by reading a detailed description of this in a report on one that did not.

HERE’S THE PITCH!!!

I make a video recreation of AA261. If my computer repairman, who agreed to begin his acting career on a stationary MD-83  flight deck, looks anything like Captain Ted Thompson, and I’m still named “Bill” on the right side, we can await space alien invaders, or it is simply another “coincidence.” I will indeed offer an alternate explanation for this one, which I think is covered by the First Amendment.

Given all of my phone and internet troubles, I’m trying AOL to AOL first, and Yahoo to Yahoo on these fine free mailboxes. Howard Hughes, Jr. uplinked his phone to his own satellite in 1968. I sure know why, and I’m not changing my name, as Hollywood types suggested. Write back, please!

https://www.aol.co.uk/news/2017/11/29/william-gives-finlands-president-100th-anniversary-message-from/

Another W.C. Hughes

11.27.2017

I found all of the Oklahoma ministers at Mr. Hughes’ funeral. Not one called back. I told a guy named “Brad” at the Oklahoma Historical Society about how I was told of oil under the capitol building as a high school student on a holiday at grandma’s house. Apparently a different William C. Hughes created jobs during the Great Depression, and the workers were paid 50 cents a day to build state office buildings.

This Hughes got “stressed out” and died in public service. (The obit basically states he worked himself to death). My contact wants money to look up the relatives. If I went to the Missouri Historical Society to look up William’s dad who helped draft Missouri’s constitution, they would probably try to throw me out.

Meanwhile, I called a political big wheel in the Democrat party and asked, “Why don’t you want to flip a seat?” Today, I wonder if they will even talk to me. Yes, my parents watched Outer Limits and I later walked past the home of a guy who created the Twilight Zone show. It is that bad all over the USA, and I’m available to address this pandemic of what mental health professionals call “magical thinking” if anyone ever wants to define terms instead of call each other “nuts,” “crazy,” and uncover sexual indiscretions. I don’t have anything to hide in either of those departments.  

Have a nice mid-Missouri day,

William C. Hughes  

    

Mr. Zott's Salary Is?

No blue bus in Vancouver?
Wrong photo file type for Goo~gle?
The joke was to be...
...Is Justin sending more terrorists southward in it?
Instead, we see an actual Caught Nazi!

Wild Ride on #40 

From	William Hughes hughesaerospace@aol.comhide details
To	publicsafety publicsafety@metrostlouis.org
Cc	execdirector execdirector@metrostlouis.org, shilon.anderson shilon.anderson@stockton.edu

07.24.2017

Mr. Zott:

I don’t think you want to read my postal letters to your agency. I don’t think Congressman Clay is suddenly going to care when he did not in 2014 or 2015. I don’t think any alderman is suddenly going to care, either. Yes, I wrote to the “lenient judge” too. How about we leave out head butting with Yolanda at the #40 stop and get to the “wild ride?” My supposed friends are so sick and full of themselves, the 216 Nagel joke was, “Might as well call Yolanda.”

Remember the 1980’s? During the battle to get your light rail system, my late dad more than once said, “Fifty-fifty” on the odds of getting the necessary appropriations. I found out the system was up and running when I saw a train go over the bridge on my way to see a seriously mentally ill client. Then, I managed to get a few of them out from under tickets. Upon realizing they were selling their bus passes I said, “You can go to jail.” The free riding stopped. I was required to sign for the money to pay for these passes, by the way. Many years later, a wealthy Californian could not find the Missouri DMH acronym “SCLP” on any Internet search. Why was I explaining mental health policy and psychiatric terms on a commuter lot in Thousand Oaks? As a likely deceased buddy said, “You can get yourself arrested.” (This concept does apply to public officials).

On one memorable bus trip going south on the #40:

A couple announced they had a gun.

The male of the dyad collapsed in my lap drunk.

The driver fell asleep and nearly crashed head-on with a trash truck.

People were being passed up at stops and had to yell for your bus to stop.

My, I was glad to get off at South Broadway & Blow.

I have a lot of problems in this town that started when I was discovered in the crib not breathing in 1956. Since my family members were such good reporters of facts, I know that mom wanted to take her dead baby to City Hospital, but daddy drove to DePaul. Of course, all the records have been stored in a damp Bermuda cave, even though there are probably no caves on the island. Perhaps they were destroyed in a C.I.A. “burn bag,” according to one of my delusional stalkers.

Get the joke?

I’m tired of joking, and riding your public transit.

Charles Edward Hughes never lived, right?

I think he did. Sir, it is becoming way too exciting, and taking far too long, to prove he was related to Howard Hughes. Later, since today’s lawyer has turned into a bag of walking & talking scum, I’m sure someone will allege on appeal someday that I am not related to Charlie.

Got a lift to Keokuk? [Contact: Dirk Dejong]

Houston? [Contact: Mr. Ambrus]

Los Angeles? [Contact: Andre]

New York [Contact: Susan Thomas]

How about The Bronx, where I am sure DNA science has advanced to the point where mine would match with the Supreme Court Chief Justice and 1916 sore loser to Woodrow Wilson. When Susan & Rosa sent detailed gravesite information from Woodland Cemetery, someone stole it out of my mailbox. (That’s the route where people who do not work for the postal service put mail in your box). How do I know? Because I saw them! I did not see who took half of Jay Nixon’s Wikipedia bio.  

Fun fact? When negroes were being hung by vigilante mobs in East St. Louis, President Wilson had nothing to say about it. Did Charles Evans? One of the first things I researched in your public library was his decisions. How about that pre-Civil Rights Act reasoning when Hughes basically said, “If the black lady paid, she’s allowed to ride the train.” That’s an economic, not a political argument.

Know any lawyers?

Know anybody who wants to hear me curse at a movie producer?

That would require driving away from this despicable community.

Fortunately, since I’m not allowed to drive in the USA, the police cannot ticket me any more for not running lights and not having accidents. It helps to see what happened, instead of just roll-up and issue a ticket like the Saint Louis County police did. Per the Post-Dispatch, your “County Mounties” are not doing much policing at the Metrolink platform. I saw that too!

Thanks for nothing,

William C. Hughes