MATONALIA -1 GATCHA XXII

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20 MAY 2025.  

When I was a little boy, my sharper than even she thought Ma said to me, sensing in me a weakness for the well turned everything of a Lynda Carter type, she warned me, Hey, Idiot, she said in Italian, she was sure I was a easy mark for the conniving women of America, never ever give a woman more respect than her husband ever does. It is a caustic, rustic, brilliance that has allowed to Italians to suffice without having to or being able to ever play the same guilt cards that Jews do, as it does sound like never play cards with a man named Doc, but still she stewarded me, that a hag who allowed her husband to demean detest and beat her wasn’t worth the trouble. So what I love about this mess of the men of the people, finding an elites and thus stupid fondness for the criminals, gang bangers, drag queens and Harvard, what is wrong with this fruited plane, dam nit as they screech at armamentarium walls, with over fed her story professors Nicollo Bill never much pleaded with, and who listens to me,…?It amazed me to see people in policies not even good at hypocrisy, wow, doing everything in your power to make Trump even more popular than he was, or even had to be, well, it is reproofs, another thing stolen by the shepards of God from Roman history, to me as I recall everything this decimating old coot said about Mario Cuomo, who may go down in history as the last time you even had any ethics. 

As the praetorians fought among themselves at 2 am at the moveable praetorium of Barry The faerie, gods only can guess what was going on there amid the boys in the band, but, my best inklings weren’t even close to what a disaster you’ve made this, as in losing the popular vote, why, the man who humiliated HIS WIFE EVERY CHANCE HE GOT HAS BEEN RENDERED MUTE, AND THE CRETIN WITH ROMAN DRAG WHO TOOK POLLS TO FIND OUT WHAT TIES TO WEAR, BUT NOT ALWAYS, IS AS mite as Machiavelli said of the Medici cardinals he displeased. He is alas quieted, and finally mute, as statuaries bleed medieval everywhere. A best part, the days of Pompeian winter, which never last as I smart-alecky said, where along with Biden came fatsos from the bbc speak of Rome not even falling, well, signora fortuna, ma’s heroine fixed you good, as Biden left you, what else, in ruins. 

 

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wisuCBGvB4

 

Cato warned about CESAR’S PERSONAL ADVENTISTS IN GAVL, I MEAN HOW’D WANT IT…? DISUSED AS A ROMAN PATRIOTISM THAT FOR THE THOUSAND YEARS NO ONE HAD TO EVER PLY ON THAT MUCH, BUT THEN that was that particular Cedar, literally but a drag queen, no really, he wore a Roman dress made of red, no fooling, sometimes the smartest among us foil no one, Uncle Dickie, THAT WERE THE SENATE TO UNDERWROTE THIS exposition of a queers manliness, this Spartan devotion to the stink of balls, these alders boys of Mars, THAT ROMAN CHARIOTS WOULD BE STUCK IN THAT WASTELAND OF GAUL, Paris was once called “Mud town” with Roman usual right on the buttons, and they have alas been playing both sides of that shameless street, worse than England, for two thousand years. Cato, whose name is besmirched buy being on a think tank of neocons, for whatever that means, although don’t ear as much of that as I sued to as the leading from behind as usual Bush family my father assured me had a strange distaste for Rome, trying desperately make it Germanica of Tacitus and not the other way around, despite their Gallianaus love of wartime fricasseeing rabbits. Cato said of his enemy almost with a dying breath, that Caesar was alas nothing more than a simple drag queen, a female impersonator, son of Venus rather than a off spring of Herculeans, but then always be casting, as Alec Baldwin disunvited, aren"t they always on a stardray night at the baths...?, to the snl golden pratfall;. Could have told yew. Caesar is a dress and a can of cold cream, I guess better than black face, but does any Italian really need it, …?, and a laurel of fabrick as to avoid even the lathe decay of plants he so feared in the lands and the comedians of war, --although self appointed cvnt daytime drag cow Joy, the white woman yet un-fired as opposed to colored’s and brunettes at the dishwasher Drone kings of the year, was upset that they’d call it a theater of war, sire this as slur, such is elites at Ann Marie’s mausoleum, the bowling ball of long gone Omnibuses, -- and thus like any Plautus circus act, he went to be death night in the dressing rooms of farces, as the clowns always must. And in the end, hurling sad invective at Sonny boy, he was always keeled with dull stage knives used by senators as usually as show. Every senate falters and its chariots contort and rust as there is alas a Lindsay graham who smiles for the ethic of never duding too soon. 

 

 

Another crash of the computer happened as saw a sc card I use for the sleeping of things kept, and comics I find from my misspent youth, seemed to fall asunder and apart, and I have found that went have sent stung out before that it strangely returned to some unkempt earlier version though was sure I had at leaned it up some before I took those files off of Instagram and blogger before sent them out. All I cared about doing though I’m issuing recova and seeking much of it had all returned to not drawings so much as a generic moon over a white digital mountain denoting that a picture was once here, was indeed images of Ma and my family, as the rest of it all, at least, can funny go to hell as went from being told I was the kind of acceptable ethic who then needing included in the new Yorker because of a repute had made among some with pieces of my first book ever being accepted into a Jesuitical magazine named, I think I critically have this rite and am not fooling, Score magazine, or something like that, on heavy stock paper that was cheap then and now is considered résumé quality 24 pound stuff they couldn’t give away and its cold press garlanded teeth, and with imagery supplied by woodcuts either in Dore public domain or done for paints by the brethren perceives then, and now know I am the kind of ethic that they there want nothing to do with, to begin with. 

I ENTERED SOME contest type thing, I think, looking for scenes one’s written for a possible court room drama, and with a completely useless and in rags version of my Italian American Perry Mason, Virgil Girth, teleplay, sent in the fulcrum scene in which he, a large, Jesuitical, legal genius of a man, there is a reason I root for the behemoth smart ass from Oxford on a show called the Chase he is called the beast. I cleaned up that scene in which Virgil has been sublet into a law firm, based on the then seen often Good Wife as the now fired Lillian Putnam --i.e. Rachel Maddow, has been indeed let go, this as was written in 2017 before ma went by the way, and the great lawyer has called to the stand the George Will of the piece, a man called by him a cult leader of a slithering strip, the Rhinos who have stampeded to take over GT owned Mutual broadcasting company. WHEN DONE AND EDITED THE FIRST TIME, MY BROTHER SAID, DON’T SEND IT INTO ANYBODY, STAY QUIET UNTIL THESE IDIOTS DESTROY THEMSELVES, AS FUNNY THE DEVOTION TO BIDEN BY DEMOCRATIC LEGIONS HAS BECOME, …IS HE STILL HERE ? Which shocked no Italian ever, never could. I guess it was indeed posted somewhere, as it starts out very Colombo and then ends up Tenth level on Horace Hooter, and again all roads lead back to Joe Califano in this and the republican getting too close to Robert DiNero, as I did midweek get one of those 431 three digit risings of stats, which as proceeded by nothing. Its called CAT ON A HOT TIN ARMAMENTARIUM, and what bothered me so in writing it then and still does worse now is that liberal television a war company now festooned with an  afternoon dance party of Negros, now worse with Bess and Lana Lang, I am not a praetor calling people still coloreds, dykes, and anyone willing to hit their marks until David Ignatius says that’s enough of the Jew haters at schools he couldn’t get into. Socking it to the fat hoggish ex deputy who had a eye for the Tallahassee Lolita’s like his enemy did. And how they allowed these brazing purple people eaters, Bush Interregnum office boys, to take their party, deposit the bloody, brutal, coin, abating brought not only war, but torture to American polices. And for that, dear Strega Hillata, as Ma called her, will pay, as wont you all…? as pointing out quid pro quos ,as a nun might say, was a wedding vow to her, and Hubba hubby loved Sallust more than I ever did. What’s red and laughed alone….Karl Rove. He wins the case, an every cent of Lillian’s money, he is a lawyer and thus a mercenary and not a knight, he tells her, and when angered but somewhat admiring of the advocate the head of Netscape MBC the head of the network tells she will never work in TV again and is finished he gets his attaché case and walks past and says, who isn’t…? 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMDa2LL9qCg&list=TLPQMDUwNjIwMjVzu7ox6WoymQ&index=4

As filthy little Bidey prepares to sweep up his last spotlight, after a life in the mezzanines of the theater until a mistimed third act, I must say, my Moneta was always on Roman Bill to give the eulogy on this retelling of the Satyricon and I know who would have that copy, if not on paper, somewhere on a thumb drive, ready to weep at all the rights parts. Posh, the censored rag the J3w York Times demands peace be into the copse Buddy Pal, the last weatherman,, but alas, they have been building empires over your dead body Marcus, since time immemorial and when I saw that the local sludge pile of old History channel trash was showing indeed the decency of barbarians the day we saw a tape that like the man upon the stair who wasn’t really there, as there like ghosts I could guess where Biden was ahead to now, sooner rather than later, as going back to your farm was never an option. Too bad, I say throw rotten tomatoes at the funeral procession, have porky Karl Rove lead the way to the shining river, have John Bolton as Cantor, and heft hurl Biden into the Styx, where he belabored all along, as once again, a man named Lucas Sejanus, irony is the soul of wit, or tragedy or something like that, said that Caesars come and they go bit praetorians last for ever, he said that though right before Tiberius cut his throat. 

 

 

 

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrO4YZeyl0I

 

 

 

 

 So no prayers for the Biden ashes, as Gore Vidal had him indeed pegged when he said when I was in middle school before thrown assuredly out, how dare I admire Virgil here in Tolkien’s novo Germania, I say, I toast the Italian women left to die in nailed shit old folks homes, and soldiers left as brown trash, if came home at all, …now when the processions hews by I suggest anyone who lost a son of a grandmother in his deathly throws, when the man in amber is dragged by, be a dear Bill, and look at your Rolex. These girls of Italy as the line goes, although it sounds like Coriolanus, I have been told it is not by well wishing dame, not that I much care about a church who killed Giordano Bruno, nor shovel the works of a literalizer that charted Cymbeline. What did Gore Vidal say on Johnny Carson as I mention in 2018 mo less, that Joe Biden lives for one all thing, he must somehow lie in state, …if he hasn’t already. Now burn those second set pf books, girls! So, Bill has it dawned on the Giucciardini of Little rock yet that a lifetime of listening to the winds whipping, always fearing the tempest and a wet finger in the air, ah it writes itself, like primary colors, whose Suetonius charms weren’t heraldry hated by Whoopster as much as a hearing the caliber of old coot they inflicted on us over the and on the graves of all those Italian Grandmothers, if not on the grave of Lew Parker, who as I said back in the golden age, remained all the little girl’s who were devoted to that’s who and its free to be ethics of my own stony raced pop who glared at me just as he did to Don Hollinger, although I hadn’t even once worn drag by accident in that Technicolor, and I devoted to that Persky Denoff age I thought as out there at least until the bush family flooded the plebes with AIDS AND CRACK,  veranda of Neil Simon. Ah yet, despite all of that, this morning amid sent an email from a magazine that indeed have gotten THE SABINE ANTHOLOGIES, OF THE LARGER ANCIENT ROMANCE, AND IN UNFITTED WITH LEAVES OFF THE TREES BEFORE THE DECAY OF THE EMERALD CITY THAT trash like Colbert thinks can ignore as she brings in his kick line of fbi chorus boys, and hopes to god that he didn’t take Virgil’s escalator to the Stygian death and is forced to believe or pretend to believe he believed in any of this f==king, ah the load bearing word at GE, to even start with. 


The junket, seven empires in ten days that began in Bactria, is over. Next week I hare that the rubble of the ethnic preatiorium is going to make a consent of the senate decree coming out for tooth decay, as oosped to thin veiled attempts at petaphila. Right this way Mister De Gaulle. Ah the trauma of 42 comes full vicious circle, as think of Mort Drucker as the middle aged seediest boy chick is stuck, in the Parisian mud…?, with a cartoon Jennifer O’Neil made to look ancient. Oh, beautiful for specious skies….

THE IMPERIAL LAMPOON.

CARTOONS ACCEPTED THIS ROMAN HOLIDAY OF MAYDAY APPROPRIATED BY COMMUNISTS AS Marx like Freud , sorry AOC, was a Roman fan. The symbol  of the hammer and the sickle shown by those over fed pigs against fascism as they dance when GE plays the fiddle as ma would say, was in fact the symbol of the first roman republic and the fact that farmers and ranchers, milk maids and woodcarvers took the country from Tarquinii, who, as of this writing , Denzell in his new found miasma of playing wops and Romans, will never play.

This church is full of perverts and thieves , who unlike the realer ones, they  wont take the cold and the streets as well. The difference between priests and thieves is that of dogs and wolves. -- NICCOLO MACHIAVELLI.

I will never much care what the church who and that humiliated and then massacred Giordano Bruno, but if you think Prairiea, a word from you youth,  has given you a saint, well then, you didn’t have the same caliber of Jesuits that I did.--AA.

bet the next thing you know she says something pro brunette and against dishwashers.

A pope from Cook Co….? as Benito said, the inevitable crossing of paralleled lines. All this needed was Gore and Bill Buckley in the mezzanine, but evne that lasted longer and had riots.


What I hate about Martin Scorsese is that he let the goons in Prairiea  think that somehow Brittan was a Greek island and Sicily wasn’t.

 

 

 

 

12 MAY 2025

I was watching a new favorite show, the Chase on a channel devoted to idiots taking game show tests, but  with a more affable host than anti Jew pro Villanova pervert cbs will ever have again, or maybe never did, a show called the Chase, in which a rotten little fat kid and a prettier than usual Blond shicksa Cathy chatterbox play literally the 21 that MSNBC thinks it doesn’t. I did notice that the GE THEATER that somehow has indeed infested the men of the people who now wary the floor, bit with blood, as the owners secretly root on Trump, recalling when Harvard was off limits, as the rabbi told my pop, as they don’t like being tarred the way they treated their wives all the years, you know, Penny, Anna Maria, and Paula, as I guess  they think the Italians who they don’t want to see their Capri of dying praetors ever ever, come too much like the Almalphi, which is strange what with all the barbarians who have steeled there for the sun

 

Still, seeing the show devolve into a team of three woman to take on the Beast, as they call him, 

I thought, yeah I’m going to sit and watch three  jabbering broads try to beat the blue Ox over here and turned the channels around, --I think they sowed him 6000 at the end--ad saw that a rancid little creepy farie of the cnn wildlings to us indeed selling a book about how he was gobsmacked and tallywakered and every other boys room at Northwestern toilets you could think of, and he indeed always the victim at Tavern on the green, more on white people sagas and tragedies below, was lied to by the imperial praetorians, as simultaneously Lana Lang on GE THETAER, is sticking to her alibi that indeed though now we hear the triumphal chariot at his ;less than Roman parade would indeed have been a wheelchair, I thought of Ma and how I did wheel her up the inclines a few years back to get her out of a house and a town that had been infested by the rats they didn’t see coming, tehse blue state Negros at their fairy tale best, when they let a forty year old smokestack come barreling to the ground, and of course, bureaucracy at its best, it had to be done twice, more than once,  cause even they couldn’t bring it down without leaving them as broken  smokestacks into which, like the Disney of the Catholic church, the rats had gone for a little bivouacking out of the rain. Its like what the democrats are doing to pig meat mayor Gainey.

 

 

 

 

"i cant believe we went through this hell because we couldn't have a first lady who whispered sweet nothings into my ear.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V1d4r9awjKE

How did this matter …? Well, seeing this maelstrom of sectarians whining over Biden’s ashes, hey maybe there’s a book in that that could get Oprah’s seal of approval, or not, as it took me back to hear this man born to play Felix Unger more than he seems a Rodger Mudd,…did iever manatyiopmna s a boy I met a father admired Daniel Shorr. Did I,…? anyway. This rabid little creep, filthy, man took a good month to write his tell all, he the Thomason looking for what Rosebud meant, although we all knew anyway, and the journalle are Giallo, and as he sold his book from the celler, our SEUTONIUS on command, his meter is always running, aren’t they all,..?, paid by the unsaid word, the censor as priest giving last rites. And the knife wielder bizarrely shocked mind you , as now the period is over for he who for whose place he was cutting at your eyes if youd dared say anything about this buffoon bumbling his way, it all ending in Rome, hummmmmn, now he over a long weekend put together a book, a horizontal lives, im sire that the Cinsde nasty thought that a fool’s project for You, and said indeed now it is indeed true what you saw with your own two eyes, as the stories about Groucho do come out eventually.

MUD MAGAZINE ARTICLE. THE CYCLOPS IS BLINDED. 'Poor Steverino, hell never know till too late what happens when you scream ire in an abandoned black rock." 

 

So, this first week or so of May, the week Dante met Beatrice, the war loving war hawk mammas plainted in noble savage blood call it a gaze now, as it must be npw bad if they never get it, daddy strafed them of that in the drak beds of suburban perversions. And, I got magazines at least preening their anarchist tendencies without having to sell out to the war apparatus, to take my work, mostly again as always cartoons, like the one here posted in which I have am Emma peel of mine, a Lucia say What bothers me about Martin Scorsese is how he allowed Prairiea, to think that Great Brittan was a Greek Island and Sacco- sorry Sicily- was not. Prarea, now newsworthy as a new Umbria one must show their papers to that original enclave used by divining provosts ocne at thought crim--experiment synods that I asked my brother if as he was adored by them even more than I, if he ever gave up Saturdays afternoons, when they meant something to be at these things where the Jesuits of Grovetown, never Loyola, and Villanova is indeed the first encampment of the Lydian’s in Italy, see they hated the Greeks with a passion. He said, they knew how far to press him and he was assuredly not being pimped by the brethren at these things, as his students belonged to Top Cat. We aren’t all so devoted as lesbians and ducks in the purple Reich,  and who said that term like eight years ago, although as devoted as they are, never Boss Hogg ever say you are going to tear their purples stripes away as they immutably you become the enemy of pole, who sister Barbara Ann told me are too stupid as they pantomime their way across the stage, that no one dies,  or even goes to jail for other men’s bribes. And I did well this year as again, its always as I got published the one who didn’t side with the soot his not blessed the junta gins that has a worse time of it, as my Nostradamus is Julianus Capitolinus.  And I thought, why did Felix have to just take orders from the perateotrim, did he get them lunch too, is it that far away…? Ego is everything., and thoigh eh leis, the stupid man, as Nick said, tells the troth when he lies the most. Id say Biden deserved better after a life in the theater, but alas he didn’t. I play a mean pinball.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dI1keSSwdcI
 

 
The highest compliment I can pay a girl, she can be sexy without having to be naked. T. Capote.

cover of a magazine, illustrating a story, not mine. What happened to sex....?  

Why did you take the Bleak Houses word, Snake…? So, why did you take the word of a one burned crematorium that had been infested once with Tonkin gilds and fisa bills and Chaney as the Midyako shogun…?, as Gore called him. Ah but Gore is gone and Johnny too, and we are alone, as this creature with Nance qualities and lizard sensuality, he sirens and drags and sniggles and tags, and says he was somehow as big a victim of Duping Gallinius as thee. Can you imagine this creature , and now we hear of midnight bathes of a less than Caracalla sort in which so enraged at …now we know, himself…thay the creature Cassius let his hammer and ax fall into the hands of unlettered imperial flatterers, if they even did that much. This artful dodging rat being the first and largest and quickest and most agile, not by much , to turn on old king Coal, it was our future pnce, but then why be pro lofe, or anything else if out, like a divorce degree or a daughter,  attends in the way of our imperial dreams. AH BUT  THE DREAMS SHATTER LIKE THE SNOW GLOBE, CHARLES FOSTER, and you are banished from the imperial kingdom to a set at Dick Cavett’s mausoleum, where Felix and Oscar once were on with David Stenberg bugga bugga, and you are surrounded now not by anything so noble as a Roman wondering how we got here, but honking Sicilian cunst that my mother warned me were just as bad as the white girls, if not worse, as they always took the Barbie, if not Barbra Ella side of things. Why did he take the Off  White houses word for it, and whose wouldn’t he, hey Sallust isn’t again my fourth favorite book, like some, but not at Amazon, as we and even I, who now got screeds against sonny boy Hunter, the aforementioned “ The Aforementioned you“, a unmarred girl says I remind her of the romantics, but again I’ll take what I can get, and the last Waltz in magazines that didn’t have a triumphant Kamilla, yes, Virgil’s  female knight in a wooden Coney island roller coaster, humm, we stand on the stumps of dead trees, that went father with some than it did with some others now hanging by a silver string of knots of  armamentarium decree, why did he not have the decency I had, to stash Biden since those days Italian grandmothers were a dead and dying mass grave that the wops, maybe mostly as jersey goes,  now wont let you dare cry for Latin gangsters, not Papas who were said with breathless womanish delight to have been ‘missionaries’ in the Andes, what is that I said to some admiration, a conquistador…? As when was Peru not a catholic country, which made my brother laugh,  and he told me to post this at Felix’s pained sissy face, fuck some time line of only posting on certain calends dates, but throw that in Felix’s sissy face, and I have an inkling the next Herbert Anderson, of which this empire has as Cornelius said of welfare queens, one too many,  is about to go.

 

 

"I LIKED COMIC BOOKS BETTER WHEN THEY HAD NO MORALS AT THE END.--A.A." 

BELONA: WHATS RED AND CRIES ALONE...? DICK CHANEY.

 "oh, I  don't trust any witches who think Joe Califano is their enemy..."  

My brother came back home in a sunny rain storm, see Devil beating his wife elsewhere,  that will never wash the genocides away, or those sonny boys who sneer at ex marines as daddy Croesus was skimming off the top of aid funds. He was upset that asked to make change at a local dime sore, when he went in despite our wokedness and church of the perpetual sanctimony, he was asked to provide ID to get a hundred dollar bill changed. Upset , as I am starting to rub off on his take on things, he said, to the teller there, wait, do you think I’m a counterfeiter who is exchanging one hundred dollar bill for twenties one at a time. He grabbed his money and stormed out. Now even Axios and the meatheads start to realize what he said all along at this Jewish Shiva for democrats, as they all cry for gang  bangers at the mass graves of nanas and old people and surely await the blurted update  that Bid’n ahs indeed shed what little mortality he has left. He knew all along, my brother did, he didn’t hear this bending over backwards from ex bar maids in Batavia…see…?, when these geriatrics were signing every god damn crime bill they could, or were you at the outside of the penitentiary Rachel, and had yet to get a card at Sacks and a table at 21...? Late at night now watching Chatty Cathy,  the elongated blond personably deal with three shopworn geniuses  on this trivia channel, Persky and Denoff’s creation  have alas tired me, or me of the ghostly them, who knows…?, and outdone in the dark with a  sister who doesn’t much like the turn that a channel Paddy would call Amazon cops, has turned to the Gilmore Girls, as I forgot how lovely and spunky and brunetty the pretty now unseen type of Lauren Graham is, --a girl described by me as an “unrepentant brunette”  got me affixed to a magazine from a gal who despises sell outs like Rachel dear. Hearing the old woman who was big then when my siblings were adolescents and I was a toddler, and her tapestry anthem, sing her daughterly song as it was brought back, my brother’s voice came from the other room exclaimed, Oh no, did they bring those hags and that small town crap back again…? Like with my admiring of a man named Clinton, he was never a biggest fan.

Next: MATRONALIA.

SEE JANE RUSSELL RUN.

 

 

 

APRIL 24TH 2025. 

 

This was the year despite being lectured to about sanctimony and a dislike of hate speech for a goon who was a rabid anti DE-Segregationist, let that sink in ladies, this was the year I was bollixed by being told , because of a single line in a piece extolling an America of Jane Russel and Joe Clifano and who hated them both, that i must be a national socialist because i said I windered how all those Jews let a show like Hogans Heroes on the air. Hunnie, I emailed back, dearie, i know I'm the prince of subtlety, but I dispense of Germany and its love of barbarians taught math, like Cornelius Tacitus, their Prussian attempt at Romanticism bothers me, I LIKE dancing girls as much as he died, but that's another story.

 

If I were ever a President, no bowing house Negro GATING ANTI BUSING SLOB, would I be, and would carpet bomb German, juts out of general principal, like the wayward and rabid and crumbling Bush family did to say, the house of antiquities, which holds the clay tablets upon which Gilgamesh was stolen to make a later bible. Hello...?, hello...? I never get the sanctimonious come back when ask how many sopranos did you good white women watch. And too, some fat bloat at the BBC, on you tube, when not trashing a royal they shoved at us until she derided, to piss on Diana-'s newsprint Pantheon, or wear the same dress or something, anyway, remember as half black, dear, you're juts a brunette to them mammie,dear, dared to try to say that there were either no Romans, little green men made that frst pantheon, you know like the pyramids, ah the Brethren taught me the jaundiced eye makes everything yellow, and too, even if there were there were no dark ages, a phrase innuendo coined a lesser Dante, an Italian and where did teh barbarism invasions end up, ah no month of white girl co ed sanctimony for you, Guido, who they were placing forward as the Italian national poet,cause that's what they can do when white, unmarried and on scholarship.

 

 

Well, I  remember not too long ago when Presidents loved Brunettes and Ovid, as opposed to now we have an old coot who as god knows how many babies die because daddy has to fy around looking for formula in new Sparta, old Havana, after the fall, who seems to be teetering now with some you'd thought would be devoted , at least until thirteen clowns are making old man Rover stay up post hisbeddy bye time and actuality think on his feet, and answer partisanship of his labors hatchet men, who all now smell blood. They, who all think they have enough knives to become Caesar after all.


So there is the justification of this book I send now, ANCIENT ROMANCE, part of a thousand page panorama in the best Virgil, Livy or at least MGM, I can come up with, just not Stan Kubrick please, I don't ever disavow any work of art of mine like it was boilerplate I have to now pretend I didn't say, like Biden calling darkies animals out to rape grandma, which again as he telegraphs everything, like an idiot do. Oh here comes the weekend binges of Cheers with the cute brunette, prettier and funnier than any blond the cast grew to hate, but its all intertwined at least to me, now demeaned for writing the way out of Calvino that the Jesuits and my mom made me write to avoid white women's canticles of see Jane run, run Jane run.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EhZba-P7R18

 

So, this is a book about the first great empire of Italy, The Etruscans and that has a menacing auguring as Disney is in tatters weeks after a Wendy Fiore-less as the blue fairy, and Tom Hanks as Ghepetto in yet another Pinocchio, which I noted didn't get the assault on those who didn't like it, no it just slipped away, no collected subjects to screech at the people about like some missteps have at the Magic Castillo of crossed destinies. I noticed who played in that movie, despite central casting by laws, it crumbles and bumbles , showing a fsh rots from the head, or in this case, hair plus. This is a long story about the one time the invaders were less civilized than the noble savages they supplanted, Romans vs. Etruscans , about a Bishop, a last pope who existed in a city I have anglicized into Laurentium, as he writes down all he can think of of his sandpapering race, as he has paid to make sure it will be in the library of Alexandria, which I found in my boyhood taught Franciscan nun research, like Oxford, always had a price for what they let in, and what they did not. It is classically minded, dare I say, in a land where the people of Beatrice, the Sicilian school and the Roman republic and Yvonne De Carlo in youth, are redacted to self righteous smarmy wholefoods eating Kosher Jews telling is all to stream Tulsa king, between their now mistrials over their rapes, as again, I read the Satyricon years ago, like some, and so I am not shocked that there is real anger out there among the swells, that as little kids cant fnd formula in this war zone, and may be dying of the same phlegm that took Italian grandmothers, they are upset that their dietary laws of sanctimony and fascination were toileted by a an old goon from a state that is basically a fake store front, and a straw man for money laundering, served the purple sashed, bad clams. I make these connection to say to the sanctimonious

times and their memorized belief systems, and their euphoria chants of liberalism allowing a segregationist who have eulogies to Strom Thurmond, as disposed to mere dinner satiation, that looking around, i can pretty much assure anyone, that despite months handed over to hear tom toms, and Harlem slumming noises, that every month in a decline and fall is after all Roman history month.

As the senate becomes the plutocrats that cried wolf, and that is a disease that comes to readily when you let trash like Robert DiNero too loose to the Roman artifacts, a reason a Sicilian has never been anything close to a Caesar a pope or a doge, as it were, the democrats awake today to find themselves at the lowest ebb ever. All i know is that for all those unelectable ethnics that caused a common cause between George will and Joe Biden, if not a Clinton who looked askance at both, that in the darkest bleakest days of greeks who gave out clemency, an act that caused a unrepentant , unworthy Bush to sneak into the white house, on a lowest Dystopian in all ways,  road to the freon lake, they languish and bleed at 21 percent approval. But like a gentry man, such a come down from a curia perch, they think of the cake they have dropped on the floor, its okay, it still is okay as they try to get the vomitorium grime off it. Why has Rachel Maddow, even scurrilous I think Madcow too..., yuch,and so  see previous post said the word tariff more in a month than she said “war” in twenty years…ah we miss you mister Mike, as war is not Unprofitable  to General Electron and its war caucus of barbarian Odinian death, and when asked if I’d make that into a poster like back cover for a now returning to traditional etches lefty magazine, its always a mistake, as Lucius could have told you to ruin a rich sanctimonious mans 100,000 ride no matters what he or she or them or those tick tock and victory dickery dock, the rat went down the Columbia clock…why is that, but when thought about it , I again declined, as did for something for another gal well wisher asked me to do,  as there is an unviable line in unviable sand that I can not cross. 

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A new low for those houses n’s too good for Geraldine and Michael and snl shows again a line i have used since the admiration of Georgetown priests, that satire is what bleeds on a Saturday night. On a network that screams and screeches for their sympathy for the rich, unlike Mario who spoke of a tale of two cities, now the only city is eldorado, which a tip of the feathered cap to Sparta, it seems that an empathy for those who have to pay any tariff in freedom's land and gods little acre deos indeed , as Niccollo warned engender resentment, and all the milk is curdled, and all the eggs are rotten and full of sulfur. A house coon on armamentarium television rails against the “them” that are American always to his breed of government mules, beaten as they always are since brother man Hannibal, a alpine chancer which got other African kings from whose elephants he stole to come to the roman senate and lay their own crowns down, but alas, we have Denzell speaking of the Roman they even as Severus, or whomever, and this house coon bitching about this late the fact that this time this dey wanted no part of black woman Kammilla, to whom again it was a insult to Colbert's mouseketeers to ever compare that braying fly girl emeritus, yo anyone in the Aeneid, much less a Calabrian Amazon, sorry Nancy meant to say emerita, as the vowels in Latin are in deed everything damn the lesbians, old lady, i didn't get thai far to be seen by forbearers as again, a credit to my race. And the house coon breys and  bitches about a felon like Trump, see crime bills are your land deal swindel when b’den is your Daniel, although it lost some oomph that he was being stewarded through his diatribe by the sparkling twinkling, weathergirl emeritA see…?, as she overbites and glassy eyed and sun inn ed and sparkled so as the new Bess Myerson- Betty Furness  trailing us, auguring the a GE  drone and or Frigidaire was in our American dream all along. 

 

 

 

 

And speaking of Jane Russell, a weaning attached to her by me that made a lesbain laugh and accepted one of my otherwise hated pin up girls, i note that it was unseemly to hear this at a tower of war incorporation, You hast conquered Mc kane Feingold, the Feingold part really shot it through, cue mister mike, war is not unprofitable too children and other living things at taverners on the green , it was so very hollow as on the unemployment line are Joys and other brunettes unspeakable to GE legal departments. Late in the month of the etruscan naked boy man soldier whose visage covered in blood was accepted by a magazine, along with the anti war loving John Boltin away from the front that this mass of chicken hawks has made this fruits plane, i saw that my boyhood hero of mine, shocking to me,Robert McGinnis, the Raphael of signet paperbacks had left this increasingly fetid earth, as big a cesspool as pop ever called it. 

 

I was not saddened as much as shocked, an the 99 year old man who spet a life in oils and drafting great dames, mike hammers and private eyes and femme fatales was gone, and did as sometimes do as a good wop, drank a drink to him as we are , as Gore said when Mrs Roosevelt died, we are indeed alone. I thought of the pompous garbage of wokendess and smirking fairies at king Arthur's seat, the ghost of Desi nowhere to be seen, as I still get views for the decency of ghosts and about the idea of when not ministers of parliament, always Alfred E Booutichick it seems, by both Gore Vidal and William f Buckley were on with played it straight for his own benefits Johnny was on the midnight sleepless airs. A toast to Robert and his many dangerous gals, now recplex with screeching hags who knew are all in a stock market the radicals hated once, but that was before Bill Clinton taught them the true arts of forgery, if not foraging. I thought of the holly golightly and Raquel's he anointed with linseed oil as goddesses, sometimes knife wielding, sometimes with danger in watercolory eyes, before all the Bertha's became tweed and worse Iron maiden brazzers wearers and indeed it seems for more than who thought it or hasn't yet, that the fat Freida, the overfed pigs of the imperail vomitorium, a state bulimia, quoting the dreaded Homer and his Ulysses of conniving and wodne horses that i'm sure that as certain jesuits saw cumming, as indeed sung.