MAC Apollo 11, 12, 13, and?

Dear Deceased Dad:

I need another 1987. God help these fools.



Bill


"Flight econ, the pressure in 02 tank is all the way down to 297. You better think about getting in the LEM."

Folks, Ron Howard left a few things out. 

Back! Back off!! [I did not know this]

"Wilson narrowly won the election, defeating Republican candidate Charles Evans Hughes. As governor of New York from 1907 to 1910, Hughes had a progressive record strikingly similar to Wilson's as governor of New Jersey. Theodore Roosevelt would comment that the only thing different between Hughes and Wilson was a shave. However, Hughes had to try to hold together a coalition of conservative Taft supporters and progressive Roosevelt partisans and so his campaign never seemed to take a definite form. Wilson ran on his record and ignored Hughes, reserving his attacks for Roosevelt. When asked why he did not attack Hughes directly, Wilson told a friend to "Never murder a man who is committing suicide."^[100]

The result was exceptionally close and the outcome was in doubt for several days. The vote came down to several close states. Wilson won California by 3,773 votes out of almost a million votes cast and New Hampshire by 54 votes. Hughes won Minnesota by 393 votes out of over 358,000. In the final count, Wilson had 277 electoral votes vs. Hughes's 254. Wilson was able to win by picking up many votes that had gone to Teddy Roosevelt or Eugene V. Debs in 1912."^[101]

Gather Around and Stare

The St. Louis courthouse I need to be in is named after the guy on the left. The fellow on the right died before I could talk to him again. This pissed me off--BAD. 

Jamestown, NY? Why not yell my name again?

Hillary Clinton For President
1900 M Street NW, Suite 500
Washington, DC  20036

Dear Ms. Moskwa:
 
Somebody needs to be knocked out of the 2016 race NOW. The President of the United States needs to resign now. I have no legal troubles whatsoever, and hundreds of punks and provocateurs trying to create some. YOU WILL FAIL.I am tired of being TORTURED brutally in California with no end in sight. If it comes to it, I will surely roll a homeless shopping cart up to a consulate if this continues. I'm leaving the Swiss Consulate? No, I would not, corrupt cop/dirty deputy.    

C-O-U-R-T. The speakers are Spendor? Altec? AR?

The guy is not yelling Obama's name? Yes, he is.
The song?
Civil War

Warner Brothers was here.
As my future security wonk says, "That has nothing to do with me," and it didn't, right Union Station management?

How long ago was it that I got the official WB lyrics sheet?
It does NOT say,
"If only Bill Hughes and your're brother's my friend, all we need is the..."

Another band besides REO has been clught yelling out my name on stage. They are all talking about a differenct person.

No, I'm going to be in recording studio editing the tasty lick from a .38 Special song for a PAC commercial and guess what?

THE PERFORMERS GET PAID!!

Bill Hughes (William)?

Free psychotherapy.
Free crisis intervention.
Free how to fix California's very broken mental health system.
Free A-B ads?
[That's corporate, not public. That's where I stop talking]

I NEED TO MAKE SOME MONEY, TOO.

As with Christina A.'s song I put in my screenplay, she'd get paid, not laid, although...
And, I'm allowed to watch her dance, and kids, you can't do that right away, you must work hard at it, like I did with all of my unpublished/unproduced work. That has to stop.

BIGGEST ONE-MAN BLACKLIST IN HUMAN HISTORY!
WORSE THAN CHINA.
WORSE THAN SOUTH AMERICA.
WORSE THAN THE OLD SOVIET UNION.
My gulag joke?
"When they let you out, you've got buddies for life."
Me?
I HAVE NONE.
[And don't try now. Too late.]

I AM NOT YOUR "BUDDY."
I AM NOT YOUR "BROTHER."
I MIGHT BE POTUS #45.

And, you fucked me over so bad, what am I planning?

Who was the guy in Starbucks who, when I motioned happily, said, "You are not waving at me. I'll beat your ass," blah, blah, blah

This is why I say,
NO LAW! 
NO RIGHTS!!
NO JUSTICE!!!

What did he do to your history if I ever got there?
I would not attend my successor's inauguration.
I'D FLY THE HELICOPTER TO A BIG BOAT.
My uncles worked for State, and said,
"Take a slow boat to China."

The young Marine would bark:
"Sir, you are no longer President of the United States!"

UP THE RAMP.
NO WAVE.

[But not before I said, "Son, what are you going to do with your life?" Staying in the service? Are you nuts?"
{You do not get the Toys For Tots Marines story here]

Where is the network camera? I'll keep it away. 
And you big, fat, mafia TERRORISTS know how.
Don't you?

EBT Blues

While your Chevron was attacked and destroyed by an angry Lollypalouzi mob, I was discussing the young man's novel, and putting a dart gun the U.S. intelligence community really has in a scene where the great Sandra's line is: "Well, it was a stupid question."

Are we in Austin yet?
No? 

Don't 'ya Hate That?

One minute I'm laughing at my screenplay by visualizing the great and thoroughly attainable HILTON-LOHAN-BULLOCK trio uttering my lines, but "they" just had to turn off the Wi-Fi as I sought news from home about an autistic kid stuck in a closet (original thinking in Missouri). www.ic3.gov has a sore server, I'm there so much in CA captivity. This led to a threat to just listen to airplane crash audio instead of proof script and bash (R) & (D) equally on the Senate server.

Lo and behold! The Delta L-1011 went down where on today's date in 1985? I was working at an Ivy League school at that time, with a tall blond across the street where I was tempted to ask, "Are you a narc or Secret Service?" but did not. Because of this particular click, Hughes is now furious about how with an airplane in great distress, dumbass TX Tower keeps practically asking for a Tuna Sandwich headcount. Microburst in a T-storm? Don't think so!

Cosmically, this crunched aircraft is the one I may have flown sneakily over the Atlantic if I were not so HH clueless. No kids, I would not have heard the 1970's/1980's
18:05:49 GPWS Whoop Whoop Pull Up!

And what was that, sir? Bill Hughes always looks for that first sign of trouble in the lame, lying .gov transcript.

18:04:15 CAM-3 Fourteen, green.
18:04:18 CAM-2 There's lightning coming out of that one.
18:04:19 CAM-1 What?

134 dead, eh? The plane hit what? Comcast Man said what? The name of HughesScreenplay #11 is what? I just asked SW Airlines for what? The Dallas phone number they gave me is what? May I not use your phone? Who needs a phone? The martial arts instructor and dance instructor is the same gal? Got a sister? So that's why I can't leave! Good thing I watched Apollo 15 go up before the meth boys got out of their crack hotel beds. They are allowed to charge their phone as well, right Erin?

Back to Delta, I wonder where that Incident Report is for all of my 1977 flying in circles over Atlanta. I had falsely blamed Eastern. You'd think I'd get a clue when I'd hold airliners at the gate and a voice on the other end would say, "Need anything else today, Mister Hughes?" Same line at the TWA office?

Kill me now.

Kill me later. What happened? 
"Who are you?"
"Maggie."
And the new New Hampshire Governor's name is?
May I take a vacation? 
Thanks!

Dear Mr. Mafia Mayor

I don't write blog. Pam and Kelly killed me last night. Go to hell, all of you Californians. "Fit for a nuking," I say often, and will continue to say in public or private life. Now that I've made "nice-nice" with the mayor's office, following California Communist Central Committee tradition, the nice bike cop will give me a ticket for sleeping on the sidewalk tonight, but no other creatures will be cited, because they are all high, drunk, and paying for sex with their SSI windfall.

GARCETTI, LET'S TALK LIKE ADULTS AND GET ME OUTTA HERE!!

Questions I won't ask in-person:
1. How many times did I mention my Food Stamp card as my only asset, and no one told me the Chevron accepts EBT?
2. Why was I unable to walk a block a few days prior? (No food, no water, malnourished, and the bus drivers lie--a lot. No groceries on their route? Google found three stores).
3. Any other city where a man can ask, "Anybody know where a grocery store is?" dozens of times, an the f--king computer told me it is 3 blocks away? Friendly town, sir! 
4. The pay phone? "Given up," by a homeless woman so ill she was next seen in a wheelchair pushed by her also physically debilitated Vet partner. Sickening. Really sickening. And I am the "bad guy?" Go to hell, sir. 
5. How do you know when Hughes has a near heat stroke? I wanted to be a cop today after being pestered greatly as a kid i.e. "He'd make Sergeant in no time," or "He'd end up a detective." Too late for cop school, but as I finally had $24 worth of junk food I watched one cop get his lunch at the Taco stand, and another at Subway. I was jealous in a not schizophrenic way. I don't know why. Then, when the cop came in the flatbed , we had a scintillating discussion on DUI policies and procedures. Did I mention I'm getting drunk and picking up New Hampshire females this Winter? Don't miss out, N.E. factory girls!
6. Now I'm cursing and carrying on at Michelle Obama too, because...
7. I count seven layers of cops, and how many miles on cop cars per crime stopped in progress, LA City Fathers? They drive around a lot as the mental cases holler in the night. Sometimes I raise my voice too, as with, "You stinky cop! Don't you dare get out of that car!" I'm ashamed of myself, until I win the New Hampshire Primary big, then try to quit and move to Canada. Border closed? Big terror event? I had nothing to do with it, my ESP/STP tells me, as does hard evidence that will be ignored, I am sure. {The Seven Rays/Seven layers of protection: 1. Safety Patrol; 2. Security Guard; 3. Amtrak Cop; 4. Transit Cop; 5. LAPD; 6. LA Deputy; 7. CHP.} Feel safe? The mayor's staff could bring a sleeping bag. No?  

I AM ALLOWED TO ENTER THE DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA

I am not your "brother," but I am sure mine was MURDERED by Mafia.
I am not your "buddy," I'd like to kick your ass but good. Thus, I'll be meeting my new, nasty, kill you fast martial arts instructor. I'm "quick," your thugs have proclaimed, so I might as well save the cost and waiting period of a firearm and kill your big, bald, ignorant lunkhead with my own hands. The Secret Service girls already saved me a Dollar Tree buck by gifting hair ties to ponytail the stringy, increasingly dirty not Rasta Man mess. Got free shampoo at the Hilton?

I FEEL ALL BETTER NOW.
BH