Bus Full 'O Bums Numbered 1682

I know the rest rooms were unlocked--because I was there.

That girl is a peck of trouble, so I hollered to the appropriate state agencies for everyone to be rounded-up like in an old movie. This, I doubt they did, so I can be inaccurately labeled by non-medical professional “Mafia M.D.’s” and not believed on what really happened. I was dosed with crude crank in 1988. This is what you get for noting how much Howard and Charlie looked alike. Megan’s parents are from Bosnia, Bosnians lived upstairs from Charlie, and I wonder if she was among them as a kid. Like my pal Brittany, they noticed her bending steel rods at age 9 and beating up boyfriends at 13. When ready, they are sent to Hughes.

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The situation is so bad here, when I return to St. Louis, I refuse to have the name of this state said in my presence. Say “California” and start a fight. I will not live my life like they do here, and this sort of society is not anything resembling textbook ”liberal” to a functional politicized brain. I remember going down to Jeff City with both parents back when mom proposed the legislation. By our eighth grade civics tour of the state capital she had been declared “mental” by corrupt doctors, and Charles E. Hughes acted as our tour guide. Though mildly embarrassed, I wondered why he seemed so proud of the legislative process when he held no office. Not even an obscure commission post appointment would they give to Charlie. I recall this hurt his feelings at one juncture so I said, “Why don’t you run for office?” The ever-present cigarette was crushed out with no comment next to a pile of his favorite publication, Federal Register.

I hold a grudge about all of the exclusionary tactics, but trying to enter Missouri electoral politics won’t solve anything. One good point is how winning a four year term anywhere and then telling voters, “I am going home to Wales” after two years of spewing rhetorical volcanic ash is somewhat selfish, not just planned political theatrics. A rare affirmation of my Thousand Oaks perceptions came today in the form of a retired librarian who I recognized. Regarding the library where I allege Tiffany Trump gave me a crumpled dollar in 2013, she said, “It is not a county library, it is weird, and it is even weirder today.” Can USA stop blurring public and private institutions? I would be happy to pay taxes for more Mizzou football helmets and expensive coaches, but to do this, I must be in Missouri.

What was the evil?

Where is "Pete Comfort?"
Was he an android?
Where is Trish Tennyson?
Many Mansions sponsoring many dramas?
They sure make Missouri look better by default.
Default?
He was the Wi-Fi signal at America's Best Value...
...remember?

My book about Pat Hyland?
He was nice, but may have said, "Billy will put a missile up their asses."

Michelle also saw the zombies, kooks, drug shit, and con artists running around. Later, a man came in this Starbucks and said, “What is it with this lot? They are acting all crazy out there to where you can’t even walk a block.”

Axis II = Borderline Personality Disorder Don't know the guy? Yes, you did!

"Lower the flag, raise the flag." Cop funeral? I can't make it when stuck in Thousand Oaks again.

Another tape I did not hear was one allegedly made by the FBI, according to Ms. Gordon and Ms. Rogers. I said, “If the FBI has a tape, tell them to come over and play it.” The tape was supposedly of me and “Mr. McKinley.” If they meant “McGlinchey, “I do not recall making any terroristic threats to Brian McGlinchey, who worked for Vice President Joe Biden. I have to figure my detractors knew of Brian’s background, so as with when I knew Ms. Orth and another set of wealthy street people. Theoretically, a screenwriter may write about whatever he or she wants, but only I have to call the Secret Service after it was made apparent to me my screenplay had been stolen. I called their office in Seattle, because that is the city that is destroyed by a stolen nuclear weapon in Screenplay #7, most of which was written at the Goebel Center in Thousand Oaks.   .

The Secret Service said not to worry from the pay phones at the Alex Fiore Teen Center, and now it is suddenly six years later. Screenplay sale? Book published? Not without paying lawyers who have agreed to do the work. Seems I just exited a bus at the same stop where your Diana Ortuno flat-out stated I am related to Howard R. Hughes. Explain please why my property is again temporarily stored in a shopping cart.

Malta Meal

November 15, 2018

Frick –

To my astonishment the old LS manager wrote back from her new job in Wyoming. Whenever someone uses the words “Well” or “Lucid” to describe me, it is an immediate cut & paste to save. If I am really related to Howard, I will have to travel with a psychiatrist, psychologist, and a Marriage and Family Therapist, plus an attorney to represent each of them in case they lie about me. My Papa Doc lawyer who will look like he killed thousands in Haiti or Indonesia has yet to be found.

It makes sense the family worked for the Stat Department with these T.O. reports:

On Castro: “He’s no good.”

On post-hurricane Haiti: “It’s bad.”  

If I got a job there after Pompeo is fired, this sort of brevity would save time, coming from foreigners who are absolutely allowed to be here.

William

Tweek or Tweak?

Soup's on at Nagel Drug House.

In my first too well-read screenplay, Pentagon types are trying to launch their missiles, but the Beaver theme music can’t be stopped and video from the show won’t go off their computer screens. If Secretary of Defense Mattis worried of this, Trump is in big Bush 41 doo-doo, not me. I sure can’t write a doomsday movie here when “There is a bomb in Hemet” according to meth addicts at a local bar. My informant on this said, “Sometimes the cops believe a tweaker,” and I did not even know what a “tweaker” was until 2010 when a young man on Janss Road in Thousand Oaks explained it for me. I think excessive use of methamphetamine might lead to hallucinatory behavior and that is what I’ve been seeing right here. The Valium and Xanax Ms. Gordon’s doctor happily prescribed I think was to soothe the descent of the tweaker at a street level prices, and for this someone needs to be arrested and prosecuted.

 

Hillary Did It

Iranian girls prefer cash too.
CENSORED again?
Have a nice Veterans Day 

1/12/2018

Dear Mr. Pompous:

As Ambassador Graham Martin said in South Vietnam long ago, I read your report on Iran with great interest. My first dispute would be with your own government’s 9/11-related  reports. To my knowledge, the hijacker travel to Iran was never established by your intelligence community, yet on page 12, Secretary Pompeo states it as a fact. Even if it were true, the United States Government continues to ignore other developments related to the September 11 attacks  that were published in newspapers. I distinctly recall questioning President Bush’s judgement during a walk with my girlfriend whose father was an Air Force Colonel. I said, “Why is Bush allowing rich Saudis to fly?” To this, Barbara Ann Stahl said nothing. In a few months, as I prepared dinner and listened to CBS Radio news, I complained bitterly by saying, “Bush is bombing the wrong country.”

I now refer you to Lindenwood University documents on-line, where you can find a photo of one of our Afghan students shaking hands with Henry Kissinger. I shook hands with Eugene McCarthy, and not only can’t find any photos of me, I cannot find a single soul who was in the room. Given what I have learned of a Democrat “Minnesota Mafia” that produced Tom Hughes, Senator McCarthy, Hubert Humphrey, Walter Mondale, and now Keith Ellison, I do not know what to think except something smells rotten up there.

MIKE

Darn, wrong Mike. That's the one who used to sell ice cream on 14th street. 

The plan to stay here is being quickly hatched by a woman who claims to be from Joplin, MO. She has fueled-up on welfare benefits and stands ready to share an apartment after only one conversation. I often say, “They are sitting there waiting for me” to get off a bus or train. Thus the miracle of a Kia or Toyota motor vehicle. You can leave when you want, and return when you want. This is worth paying for again when I sell a book, screenplay, or blow Mike Parsons over Kansas and into Colorado, where he can buy some legal “weed” and try it. This would be only if he did not already seize a bunch as sheriff of Polk County for his personal “stash.”

Bill

RoboVote 2018: The Rigged Results Are In

It is not the work of a street gang, it was the community college art class.
That's what the Hemet cops told me. 

Republican Election Board official Gary Stoff has told me more than once to, “Take care of yourself” and I am trying. My computer tech Roger Clark, who formerly taught class in St. Charles said, “Stay away from those badges” and this is my intent. That said, I am about to tell several sheriff departments, “You cannot do this to me anymore.” What do I mean? Since my first lease in 1977, drug dealers have been put in my vicinity and I am supposedly selling the dope. This should all be put in a long deposition when I return. What is my address for the S.N.A.P. program? It is that of a corrupt motel that ought to be closed down. As for other motels that take weekly or monthly payments, they serve a  useful role for people in living poverty, and I would love to explain this to Rev. Rice’s camera, not the “body cam” on a corrupt cop.