I do know what day it is, Pam.
I heard of you on KMOX. Apparently, you’ve advised
against giving out Social Security Numbers. My joke when I worked for the State
of Missouri was: “I’ll post it on the break room bulletin board.” First, allow badmouthing of a fellow local
attorney—number 102 of my “Lawyer Brigade” who cannot assist Mr. Hughes since 2003.
The latest guy and his firm? They listen, but commit to
nothing. Not even the filing of a Will, which was the topic of my first
question. The answer given was, “Yes.” Why have I not gone to the Bank of
America building, money order in hand for this man?
No one will transport me anywhere, and that insanity just
might prompt Rep. Jason Chaffetz to pick up his D.C. phone that works properly.
My first question for him will be, “Why did the Secret Service turn you down?”
(He looks the part). In 2003? Did I
mention how long I’ve been trying to secure the services of an attorney? This
may not be a “coincidence,” as with my voice just like Howard Hughes’ because…?
(The procedure that scares defense industry types is to plug one nostril, go up
an octave and start complaining). Like? “That damn nuclear stuff is shaking my
casino! This is bad for business. Get Johnny in here!”
How about a 50 minute “therapy” session? I’ll be happy to
take MetroBus and be threatened with gun violence--again.
Bill Hughes
[This e-mail was supposed to support a new super-PAC.
I'll be lucky to get enough Kickstarter cash for a recreation of Alaska
Airlines Flight 261. Don't ask why].
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