There has never been a gun in my car.
The last marijuana to travel with me was in 1979.
I hear it is legal in many states now.
#
07.30.2018
Mr.
Oswald:
I
sent more information about me to Family Farm Action and to my knowledge have
not heard from Joe Maxwell. I have once again been set back by a piece of mail
gone missing. For six months I have survived on $10 worth of food per week.
Why? Late last year, the Missouri Food Stamp renewal was due, and I said “No
way. I’m leaving.” What was the problem? No
transportation, and no place to stay in California with all the ducks in
row to sign a movie deal. Suddenly, a friend I’d worried about called from Los
Angeles and put the welcome mat out. The happiness generated by hearing from
Laura was soon crushed by my inability to get out of this fleabag motel.
As
long as I have declined the Food Stamp benefit I’ve been in contact with a high
level operative who works for a big name Democrat. He’s out of the country
today when I can no longer pay for this room. For about 108 weeks I’ve paid
this man India, when I thought 3-4 weeks would be too long a stay. For 31 weeks
as of tomorrow’s day late, dollar short payment, I’ve been screaming bloody
murder about a need to check-out of the Wayside Motel. Certain glory awaits if
someone would kindly store my property or drive a vehicle with me in it!
I’m
calling 211 to become homeless with a presidential contender’s “fixer” on my
cell phone? Gentlemen, it costs $325 to trigger a committee filing. Where would
it go? To the Innkeeper. How about $500 aggregate with two generous Democrats
“chipping in” $250 apiece? Where would it go? To Innkeeper at this wretched
motel I’ve been stuck in because no one helps me with anything at all. I do
read the other Democrat’s material, and I vastly prefer the term “pitch in” and
using a larger dollar figure than $3.
Why
doesn’t anyone seem to understand that if I aspire to be a more liberal and
more vocal version of Mel Carnahan, I need money RIGHT NOW. When Governor
Carnahan was my boss, I would analyze the budget every year. I would ask my
supervisor why Elementary and Secondary received more funding increases than
DMH. I was looked at like I had two heads. Later, this same boss found her
monthly luncheon for social service agencies had been cut. I wasn’t in love
with the free lunch, but thought “We’re
probably getting axed.” I later asked my secretary how much the home cooking
catering outfit cost. When she told me, I was sure we were getting axed, and
less than a year later we were all put out on layoff.
Mel
Carnahan died in a plane crash, lunch cutter Joe Yancey has a good job today,
but won’t talk to me, and Jean Carnahan has a cattle ranch to fall back on. Yesterday,
I saw one of Joe’s employees drive past
me gawking at a bus stop. I think Mark ought to be arrested today, and I can’t say why. As for
another of Joe’s employees, two years ago she said, “I know all about the
Chippewa (Motel).” What did Kelly mean? The rampant drug dealing out of motels and
cheap hotels this county does nothing about. I am so tired of seeing this, I
now only exit Room 2 to check the weather prior to an errand on foot with two
hernias in need of surgery. I think I could win a county with only 5,275 people
simply by pointing out I’ve already done the arm-twisting and delivered
ultimatums as a state official. A Democrat governor should do this often like
LBJ with the “Red” General Assembly that will not change much this November, I
predict. In begging for transportation away 7800 Watson Road, I will tell you
how I would convince them to vote for health care, a reorganization of the
Department of Conservation, getting more control over the university system,
and unifying the management of all agencies spending Medicaid funds.
Thanks,
##
07.30.2018
Mr.
Oswald:
According
to the usual detractors, I need some medicine. Please look at the page that the
link below leads to. How I find the page? Thoughts of being evicted from this
motel made me look for a photo of Bill Gardner, who I learned is still on his
job as the Secretary of State in New Hampshire. I can tell you firsthand that
Bill takes his job very seriously every four years for the first presidential
primary.
Ask
yourself—and the people who say I’m a mental case—why Gardner would stop what
he’s doing and have meetings with me in his office unannounced four times. As
my joke about Californians goes, “He knows who he’s talking to.” What is wrong
with the people in St. Louis and Missouri in general? I’ve been flapping my jaw
ever since the early scandalous Greitens news reports. First I threatened to
run, and later I said I would.
Why
was I thinking like that? I was about to call the Secretary of State up there
again, but realized these FACTS:
I
spoke to Gardner in-person//PAUL TURNER wanted to evict me.
I
spoke to Gardner in-person//TONY ARMANO wanted to evict me.
I
spoke to Gardner’s people on the phone//TONY BROWN wanted to evict me.
After
realizing that much, I put off a call to Gardner’s office until I pay this man
from India for the motel room late, lest I be booted to the street. It is a
fertile question to wonder how these three property owners knew of my contact
with Gardner, because this cannot possibly be by “coincidence.” My calls have been partly seeking information,
and part clowning, but someone is afraid of something, and I’ll tell you what
it is.
Many
are afraid that I might go back through that door having been stripped of
everything except the shirt on my back and they took my dad’s shirt too. What
would that be like? I would say, in that room where I’ve been four times that I
have no faith in your system of government and cannot support your Constitution
any longer. Do you know, or can you believe that in October of 2007 I drew as
many media people and cameras into that room as in the photo of Trump! Joke?
The cameras are getting smaller, like my bank account.
The
Associated Press people gave me business cards and sent a photo. As for AP’s
Beverly Wang, I was told she went back to China with a 90 minute tape of me. In
California, a wealthy gent who was formerly at pcomfort94@gmail.com blew up a photo of
me in that room. Of the one at a mental health conference I said, “Not Concord;
wrong tie.” When I was there, the same old flower pot was on top of that famous
piece of furniture. Further, I have to wonder if they got out the old photo
albums for them as they did for me. You don’t know what it is like to see an
old photo of George H.W. Bush waving in that doorway, then look up and see the
doorway. They did not confuse me with glitter clown Vermin Supreme. They knew I
was serious about writing a book that never was written. Now, I want to go back
there next year.
I
can’t knock out potential pugilist Senator Biden with one punch. I can’t kick
Senator Sanders the length of a football field like he deserves. What if I
filed and finished fourth or fifth? Nobody knows, and nobody cares today. I
will share what Gardner’s people say about that after I pay this man from India
tomorrow. That way, he cannot lock me out of this room and take the last of my
property.
This
plot to take everything clearly began in 1994, because I don’t call it
“blackmail” or “dirt,” I call it “research” and I’ve done a ton of it on this
laptop that was used to kill Osama bin Laden. Before that I used Bill Clinton’s
old laptop, and prior to that Ronald Reagan’s IBM typewriter. [Photos prove
this much]. I don’t know what became of dad’s old typewriter identical to
LBJ’s, but I know Charlie’s prose was crossed out and revised by the President
of the United States. “A democracy works best when the people know what their
government is doing,” my late dad wrote simply and plainly in a document I
found and saved. What was all of that typing about when his secretary typed 90
words a minute and Charles 70 without many errors? I think it is “classified,”
as are his Army and Navy service records. It is clearly wrong to be keeping
this material from me—end of story. That’s why our Democrat U.S. Senator is
referred to as “That old hag” and the long time Democrat congressman has been
called “Puddinhead.”
I
can’t see dad’s military records? Senator McCaskill has been no help on this,
and in my opinion she’s an embarrassment to your party. Let’s not continue this
pattern of “Steal it, seize it, hide it,” and then it supposedly did not
happen. The bad joke last Sunday when I found I could not pay the motel until
July 31 was a man in the grocery store who found himself unable to buy alcohol
because it was too early. “I’m calling Claire McCaskill,” he said. “That won’t
help,” I shot back. What did a San Francisco lawyer tell me? “Maybe your dad
had some friends who are helping you.” He did, and they are. The problem is,
this is all covert until a wealthy
Democrat sends a big check to get me started. On what? That is up to you, and
others I barely know, or don’t know at all—yet.
Thanks
for reading this. I will tell you what they say in Concord, NH.
Your
candidate from hell,
Bill
Hughes
###
07.31.2018
Mr.
Oswald:
The
Wayside was paid! There goes half the pension check with a missing piece of
mail AGAIN!! The envelope contained my Food Stamp account P.I.N. number. Had it
arrived on schedule, I’d be eating better by now. This outrageous disregard for
all laws, rules, and regulations related to a man named Hughes has me so pissed
off I now seek to finish fourth in the 2020 New Hampshire Presidential Primary
through name calling that would make Dick Nixon jealous and cause Joe McCarthy
to blush.
Meantime,
please ask everyone you know if I might be able to part with a third of my
pension deposit to sit and write in peace. I would need a weekly lift to a
discount store for supplies and the cigarettes I should stop smoking. I don’t think the call-taker wants to discuss
the economic impact on family farms when GOP morons cut the S.N.A.P. benefit,
and I don’t believe some of the new language on the application related to Don
Trump’s favorite topic of immigration. They inquire if you are a fired, laid
off, or lazy farmworker with less than $100 on hand.
Surprise!
The tech support voice named “Barb” was very helpful and the application was
filed on-line! I felt like I was back at work for DMH as she walked me through
it. I told her I was trying to run for governor and everything she said was
being documented. It worked! Now, let’s hear that my bank can’t fax the sorry
balance to them. The maximum wealth to receive the benefit is $2,499. I think
it should be higher. I think they should go back to considering the value of
your car. I think you should be able
to buy child care supplies and toiletries with it if you are homeless.
I am sure I told her they would all get a 2% raise if I were the governor
because Mel Carnahan gave me 1%. That was $430 back when I had a damn job! My
only gripe was how the Internet went OFF right after I was sent the application
number. Who is doing that? They surely need to land in prison.
Your
candidate from hell,
Bill
Hughes
>Why
the trendy nightclub velvet rope by the desk where I sat? This might be yet
another “inside joke” I do not find too be funny today.
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