29 March 2017

AND EVERY TIME I THINK OF YOU….



I. Like America, my constitution isn’t as strong as it used to be.


Not to take part in the meandering cesspools of what passes for politics these days, as said I was supposed to be Knusler and the Jews now are made of less sterner stuff. Still am quite proud of my oration here to recent events, as this is a picture of a comic send back to me in shreds but those horrid circle of people, wither in Isis or the senate, so sad when people don’t have respect for the noble knights of the ancients, as I was taught, or the film academy, who think their proverbial greed is a virtue , but alas, lately cant seem to make one of their caravans go off without a hitch. In this post resound how pages were asked of me, I only query intermittently, especially with the good cabals of bush help and rocket liberals and Yaleys palming fivers as they do, all polices is tunnel of love or worse road side attraction, and acquitted myself I think well, as these colorful shards were hurled in my face, when it was to an EC like compilation, I think I’ve had enough of that, as thought was sending what was called a amalgam of Superman meets Frankenstein. The Italian da was never dead enough and just batten and bloodied as a good Roman might be as the day I make a zombie comic as told a lovely Asian Gail thinking my take on Romero was sweet, I open a vain. Usually, Ill take what I can get.

This week through a Nyquil haze did see greetings and admirations to me from gals named Natalie, Deidre, Lena and Carmen and men who called my work commendable and honest and un utilizable by them. Life story. But I did see the five and dime Kondrakis at some hill less capitaline than it thinks, used a Dantean line to cleanse the stage of Hillary. Admiration as autopsy, Hillary as in the new life, the vita Nova, hint hint, I speak fluent Byzantine, meaning that all I heard about trouble in Verona was true and the always calculating Bushes are trying to make sure that Mother Hubbard gets the gist and walks off this stage they think they own or at least put together out of brick knacks harvester and found in graves, tres MANZONI, again something the censors at Yale never heard of enough to truest burn. But this story is important as these comic hacks with devotion, good luck Hill, thought they were somehow justified in destroying mere b movie Orson Welles valentine James Whale makes Ovid comics, again that is old mother Clinton in a nutshell she slits downwards too much that she gives her self a foot infection, but when I told my ma this trait towards the detraction that all drone liberals would have to get behind, as the argument is the paycheck, and the fish does tot not from the head but the mouth, she went into usual Verdiant operatic italic high dungeon, that would make Jewey Jonnie proud and that hed understand, as she has seen and railed against this before wares my stern father didn’t let the Pollock Synods bother him much, as she recalled the fact and it is a fact, that this wasn’t the first time this very character in blue and maze had been torn apart as it had been when I was a boy by …a Germanic horrid lesbian vicious bigoted hateful nun, a sister Gertrude that Hillary has too many of as she dreams of a Camilla to do her bidding or at least make her concession phone calls for…do you heat that clicking in this line, ask the white man whose hands grapple with invisible chicken all the time, his strangulation like a golf swing Hope wished to perfect, the rats are such serfs you know….



My mother wished for me to go beyond any mere leaf of Beatrice stamped paper with some cryptic busllhit of my own, but unlike the virus rampant in ruling families females, I admire Cincinnatus with a Billy touch, and know walking away is the best revenge. She calls that nun with viciousness you white gals cant muster coaxially with meters running as she thinks that first tearing of my pages caused me to not be the Vidal the nuns and she and my pop wished for me as opposed to wops in puppet shows. Yes, that is who you stand with gals, as had to as tire of the vomit on my shoes at that banquet that isn’t restricted they pledge, or at least let Frankin in now, as long as he apes the Romans at their MGM worst. I had to recall to you all and then go back to bed, that when told this story before about how I made and wanted to make a roman superman as Lou and Sly were monsters and or unread for superman, guess who gave me a like for that…why It was as fellow roman student reader of Ovid, which bothered some woman somewhere as hee haw did not. Hmnnnn, my buddy Brazen Bill. This is your final warning.

II. When on face book, on and off, try to befriend as many cute Italians as I can, as recall my father warning me about blond who’res who saw Italians as one-step above niggers. This is the empire whose Virgil is martin Scorsese, this the republic you’ve made. I saw the Dantean pages the vita nova applied sadly to Grimm’s stepmother emeritus Hillary by thee vulgar and inept. but again as with Gianni Paolo 2, are rage field of mars. Roman bill again seemed a directed schoolboy…as this morning got up, or ‘morning’, and went to google plus looking to see if I had ever posted my ‘that’s cute. Supreme stolen flying man page on my wall and could somehow download and print that as a page to keep. But amid the hicks and black activists not on the pad who send me updates and likes, did see some house nigger true to his creed saying how he was going to somehow pimp the first lady of the Untied states, actually a but of ephemera from the Clinton senate trial, no inherent the wind there, and now that that false flag creed is gone somehow we are in thunder dome and this smarmy house everything thinks he has the superiority of the poor, though like all niggers is willing to ho deed doo fer cash, the only sacrament allowed in America. Ah but like the Jew who went after the black POW flag, be careful with that’s cinematic self absorption as I was warned by the priests to never avail myself as a good house anything, or closest everything, as going to far one knows to late, and sometimes like the Jewey hack who spooled of Hilda’s losing as like 9-11, despite her crucifixion poses into vans, as a bumbling idiot, in which I am alerted now, it wasn’t a col. flag like fear of being out of it and telling secrets at all which caused her Hubby, safely still at a puerperal memorial to glad hand and play ex officico, to drive her away from Mount Sinai, to her said to be stricken by fear, as the con only goes so far, and the smell of the river Lethe started to frighten the ballsy Livia. Or is it Tyber…? Anyway, now, so much as if given Anesthesia to a drug addict they can sometimes drop dead, and then Hillary would be in that Dante’s inferno, American stile, with Joan Rivers, Gore Vidal answer to an American Calvino, and Michel Jackson, as tax cheat reverend is biliously digging away to get that solid hold casket back, showing again nigger rich follows a sad but brilliant r and b boy into the Styx. That’s called living your act, I believe though would love to see him put in jail, as that’s living your creed.



Same as how id love to see a senate investigation into Russia, proving again that old mother Hubbard is out to make Goldwater voters of us all, examining again how a cunt who shit her pants in public could possibly lose with Jewish cripples prodding her on with ten foot poles, again despite his best efforts equalizing again how Bill won, as eventually again the Monteverdi and Cappilettis, called by a gal the best analogy of the year, will beat each others throats, id say like clerical history demands, but its probably more like the reruns of Colombo. Thanks gods the sanctimonious who rail against Charley Chan see no problem in this Jewish idiot as Italian genius, but at least he inst a criminal. As I would love to see, jumping off that point, Johnny Podesta carted like a medieval leper in front of the latest Kefauver committee, and have to be brought before the Huac comitia acceptable when some Goldwater corpus says so, like anger at make America great again, dropped when it was found that Billy said it fist, we were allowed conniving compassion then before had to devolve into fat jokes about busty brunettes in Tonya Hardin’s land. I refused to drop something because Bill Clintons says its okay. As I love roman Bill as much as do any Roman moron in the comedies, but the day he is a moral avatar to me, is the day I open a vein. Id love to see Jonnie brought elf-like before this senate sub committee, usually only brought on television when Jewish hacks honking after ball players over steroids, when cheating mattered, recalling all those lockers they have been shoved into, and thus now with that purple sash that makes one better that the filth, that Hillary will take, even saying mayor just something, anything, that reeks of power as she dreams of being gotham cities mayor Linseed. Id love to see that wimp who I have seen before all my life, stand there and oath to a kensnsate table of dying white men, the senate as mausoleum goes back to Caesar, that he had to take the fifth, as that would be so wonderful to see and know that that company wop ended up as all the wops before, showing again the Jesuits were right and as house niggers show, you don’t end up that far one they cut you from a poisoned or at least a bloody tree. Id love to see this wop hack , thinking he was so good and credited and above board, sorry since days of yore just a democrat and the godfather ethic is all here in new Judea, Id lobe to see the look on his face as hed gave to be felled as the last TV wop criminal, in ways that hair plug procouncls were paid back to not have to do to Clarence Thomas or to Bush over Measly Beasley little arms for patronages deals fluffed off by a one term bizarro Carter who thought his Billys were all praetorian timber. Ah but the Bush family shall die off, as stableboys and nothing more, and Machiavelli said so of the Medici he despised, who once tortured him, that was importance once too, him for having written a book extolling the Roman Republic in Italy no elss, but then Lorenzo would grind out that green German armour always worn by the Podestas of empire is not only unwieldy, but pinches in all the wrong places.

As too, today had some asshole shit all over my Google feed, with self righteous acrimony horse manure telling people he wanted them to all shut up, and made sure she made it public, Hillary was doomed from the beginning having that caliber of tenth row players she did, as that didn’t square with her love of secrets, as it never does. As he sent out fiddy missives all publicly causing me to block him, as I don’t often , not being a white woman, and thus give to censoriousness, as after a while this page kept going on and on with this creeps homilies about what a sewer he found, ah but as I said, it inst a sewer until Bill Clinton is chasing girls to it, alas like Roethisburger, a line given to me I admit freely by a gal who had had enough of seeing Wictheipoo now dreaming of power never to be hers, a latest Tarpea in the Cambrian forks of wood, and a mothers ghost never vanquished as all Caesarean dreams eventually are always pervertedly about, the rest of us just the mezzanine to these strange erotic dreams. Ouch. So, go wash your hands as my Ma would say, it not worse, as again this bald, always a signage of the vicious ninny of the left that Jesuits told me don’t exist, this white, stooge likes calling people racists, going against the rule of their hero Cicero who even he knew when the people are hungry the gods are mute so when 240 percent more people are in actual poverty more than were at the turn or your millennium, so always know in the mafia or the senate or any Italianate contractions you know, like Levitt said, know when to cool it.



Its nice to know you are a good white person, I shit back, I am not one for passavante brining more Neapolitan than Sicilian, who only wants your negroes warehoused and not hung, see above, as have to say, sorry. But Bilbo started that resentment is the mother milk of politics creed, as he put his name on true ephemera, as I was told somehow a torn page of a comic book was not ephemera lately when in fact thought I did a good job of proving it was nothing but. I love when people ask me to emailingly explain something and then say somehow I’m wrong, when they could have just rejected it as some of my stuff is, like a cartoon about the Roman legionary with a punch line unacceptably by white woman and Jews how just love Vikings, who knew…?This idiot sent out something about how Rachel Maddow was somehow, like that ninny as the poor mans letterman, which shows how far we’ve sunk, upset that’s somehow she was a Brutus to the cause by showing that hated Bulgarian Trumpy paid more in taxes than say bloated piggish yenta dago hags on afternoon yaks, and of course paid more in the sacrament of Taxation, they are all apostates, by the way, than did the Pajama game, save the tiger Stan lee of the senate , Boiney. But not being a good liberal company wop, as slithering faggots might take their cuts, I leave me Girl Rachel alone, as don’t involve myself in the ox boughs festooned on all now as if grass crowns, involving destruction of Incognitos and or Brunettes, and leave her be, as their are roman lines that fit this poor sap, but again as can say knowing how Savonarola would stray the Medici’s and the more sinister and diabolical and smart and thoughtful and Jesuit loved Machiavelli never could, don’t wear armor that inst instrsincailely yours. This the reason I wish to see old Jonnie explain to everyone, the only VIRGIL TO STAND at the gave the Clinton dug, with nary a Dante around, why his was the computer that was hacked, and not say the closer Friend and Roman Numa, the one she you know was stupid enough to think his didn’t need to be bleached away as was her mousey hair or ratty soul as she was sure that that railcar had nothing in it, that she knew of, having not kept the Sicilian now being dragged back into the American dream that Copolla was the Grimm brother to cobble from Italian shoes of leather, as they admitted once, for, close enough.



III. Lost on Yonkers. One reason that the witch-hunt, crucible, take your pick of Lutheran invoked crimes against humanity against Trumpy isn’t and cant work, and wasn’t going to work was that I can go in any bookstore still round since Bozos fulfilled Nanas Levittown dream, and find books about the end of the Roman republic by Livy and Plutarch. This end of a republic here was guided by news rags written at a forth grade kevel, and within had food sections, ads for Bulgari overpriced watches, and bitchy theatrical notices. –AA.

From Sunday to Thursday did pages of Earthrise the space opera, and last Italianate yeoman Denise Cynthia Fontana, as I drew her in red rags walking aroused on the planet Vega-5, wandering how she survived the end of Mister Spoke, and concurrently with that did stay up until late hours, and wrote on a lap top a play as was asked by the people who are issuing my Mud magazine covers eagerly and willingly. They asked if since they already had me as an art director if Id take a nominal fee and write a new script, as it isn’t working they way they want it to. Nominal fee, --what am I the queen of England!!! Ill do it like Dusting in wag the dog, for the credit, which is all. Stayed up very late, saw beloved Della and Perry, a brunette duo unseen now in our new golden age of decency where all the good folks are blond you see, like Disney, and watched a lot of Alfred Hitchcock, which are great televised plays, and thus when it was recorded by them was told it was more a play than anything, and very biting and funny. In four days or so wrote the play out, with Laughter on the 23rd floor as a guide to what I was looking for, and in fact, trapped there and then, in those old days of Norman Lear and satire and before we ended up with Colbert, our Petronius, Stanley Kowalski with girl issues, get some help ninny, made it a Mad Manish era romance of Mad at its best, in an age deserted now. But that we cant recall where the democrats ever were, which was in power. Blonds vomiting fake kindness at me has been a long held thing to dispraise and again, recalled a time when as I said, Jews told me to somehow be their vanguard to get even with those who kept them out of universities to which dying patricians were going to make their bictehs on command. Having got it, they admired it much, but alas, even 1970 might as well be republic Rome when it comes to costumes and hairdos and office layouts, the line about living Dave Berg seen as quite sweet, and such as this Was I was told, A natural light movie. That’s all I believe in, as cineretta and Technicolor is unavailingly to me.



But spent the week writing the play, in which as I said, placed the story of a 1970 Christmas when Mad was the pamphlets of beguiling satirical choice, when Christmas was still a saturnalia of cardboard, before the in law Jews showed themselves by managing their new found love of Arabs as akin to the works of Mary Shelley, see elsewhere, and added there a story about pretty Victoria, a gal met at a salvation army red pit tossing in diems for the poor while scoping the busty sister of the poor. I made Kurtzman with her as model, creating a first oh wicked Wanda than any fat Annie. What DO YOU WANT FROM ME…? ITS ALWAYS MY FIRST PLAY. In addition, I saved the last red shirt from the starship Anglicize, as saw that awful newest Ulysses for the imperialistic bullshit it was. While doing this watched long stretches of the Perry Mason marathon, as was told by the pretty woman who called out to me, that my brother was right, he, Burr, does look and act a lot like you, she said, and it was Raymond Burrs Jesuitical poses that enthralled me as a kid, to say nothing of the aging pretty smart Vergas girl at his side. Too, a gal mentioned here wrote to me to tell me she saw Perry mason was on, and all are steamily cutting the cord, a stupid move it w as to shut people off direct tv and the Internet to try to three card money Hillary into the praetorium, as those rains made people go elsewhere and now youre getting it in the nose. She said, she started to watch just n my talking about it, catching the Perry mason show and wonder woman also mentioned by me , a first time since she was a kid, as is closing in on forty, as is all my beloved Beatrice’s.

And found herself through the most glowingly saffron Etruscan royal blue, like Tuscan red thankfully a darker color allowed to be used at crayola by the perpetual bitching injuns, who will never allow these the ability to be put down as bad soldiers as you do to almost all the Mediterranean’s anyway, you barbaric hoard always seemingly in love with war in ways the Romans never didn’t much allow, as kikey like you like making it a spectator sport as much as anything else. As, so the Italians have always been too civilized, and thus corrupt, it goes hand in hand, to get the admirations of wilderness over there, loving noble savage selling into slavery Jews, and Bush maids, see my hatred of Conan elsewhere. The most brilliant Tuscan indigo ish eyes Id ever seen, from a Sicilian mother, as her father is from the magraeb, and they recall when they were white, or at least not black, or classical is the word, whatever. So she is proof of Ovid’s rule that southern Italian girls were prettier than Roman and Mediolanium girls, he always on the make like some praetors who will be as I said the only President Clinton there ever was, and imagine such being said once and even by the Greeks, because they freely mixed the three races that Italy was the convergence point of. Ah but this before as they came to be the firstly women to be dashed to abortion clinics, as war hostages, as they found the right to choose always sticks with the mothers in law, or least then. She watched this elder man and his aging, and yet still pretty, girl Friday, they as the perfect exemplars of a golden age and a retro future I never had, she watching till midnight. As in those days we were something then, or hoped to be, now demeaned by those who have made their careers if not skimming off the cash found when 240 percent more people are living in poverty, than when the democrats once ruled over the hanging trees they used as much as anyone ever did. I also heard that again I was the auger and saw something coming as a certain fatiguing quality of evil had taken hold of new Verona as it got sick of the Punch and Judy show called the Clinton marriage. I was told, while watching Perry Mason, he as Jesuitical always the clever man for the defense-- we are all Hamilton Berger now--, as despite the best efforts of toaster and bomb makers, people remember an America gone, and she saw that Wonder woman was in the perfect flesh that was Lynda Carter, is seen as fat girls now spill out on SI swimsuit covers, she is out there and shown again, as an answer and an antidote in the belladonna ideal. In this latest month long celebration of the useful to the powerful, that wonder woman is shown now I was alerted, as workman wives who lose are shown briskly if at all even mentioned briskly, as a less than poetic witch meandering in the discontent filled Barbarian woods, the Mother of all losers walk-ins alone in the woods, less a Walden than as usual a tenth row player Grimm realization that she must be seen in revere as her husband perpetually in flagrante delecto, as she is more along to Carol Brunette as Nora Desmond, hubby less a Max than a Great Gazoo, well you really did it this time dum dum, ready for her close up she as never is, gesticulating madly and rather tragically at all those plebs in the dark. Out of poison, vitriol, and cash, time is money, back in the eternal city in his mind, the real new Rome, like the strong man, to hubby, the goddess was always all.








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09 March 2017

Saw your page, gals,...




...connected to at submittable finally but didn’t submit anything, believe me have been nastier to some, as am ALWAYS BE CLOSING, AS NEVER BEFORE… and thought of sending you a work but could never get to you to send and or get back my art so cannot. But saw your instillation or reviewing of womanish pulp art, which as a lover of the pulp arts and the cheaper paper literalizers parents hated and the Jesuits I knew as a boy despised that I loved, try doing that about Italians. And see if there is anything but hoodlums and gangsters, but now that I think of it, having been written by Mario Puzo and Mickey Spillane, one I admire more than the other, Mike Hammer would beat the shit out of Nigel Bruce, toots, I wouldn’t not be shocked if indeed there weren’t better examples of Italian Americans in detective noir mystery man faction than there ever is at CBS or cable television.

I DID see that letterman said he would have ‘gone to work’ on Trumpy, which is a apt phase from someone who seemed to be above such Machiavellian vulgarity as politics before he was putting the arm on office girls and voyeuristically chasing women through binoculars cross the Conde Nayste valley, etc…again big talk from someone who should have  stayed right there, if devoted, a Sejanus in greasepaint, but again like Jon Stewart didn’t, humm, didn’t watch or helped mistress Hillary an her medieval sedan cross that Tyber, you just know Billy boy waits to allow it to uh…, wash things away if need be. I thought it was funny that recently got a email in slight boomlet of people both liking and accepting my work, like fine and dandy doesn’t happen much in tandem, and sometimes place cartoons whip off in minutes and stuff I care about lays here untaken, and some hag was bitching about my connection of Roman Bill, always love you Bill youre such a Roman son of a bitch amid these white chicks, and of course allowably had my sexuality questioned, as is kosher when done by the coerced—that’s correct, - people or bush family help, although only in America has the fetish become that close to an ethic and we all don’t have to fuck what we admire, not with Wendy’s around, god knows. And it bothered this bitch that I connect him back to Ovid’s story famously about Daphne and the laurel, in this case was the tie that he wore that night interrupting another Cowboy game, we know how to get an audience as he wore that as if a sprig off the victim he helped to destroy. I recall your glee at destroying brunette Monica so willingly and eagerly, the Borgais too had black haired victims with Italianate names, and so, close all the circuses you want, I know what taste for blood you all really have. As Perry mason wouldn’t come in, such is life in the lead rains left by Barry the fairy, so trying to get in digital signal had to put it on 2, and saw the dreaded Colbert show as he does his unknown comic act, but it seemed to me like when awful self styled serious clown Mort Saul would get on stage and read from the newspaper, as this thing seemed like a snuff film, to a career…?, or a taped esp trial done by the CIA in the 60s. Yikes and away!, with twittering nervous laughter and I thought of Roman Plautus, sometimes getting an audience is the only decent thing you can do. I have gotten a nice responses after previously having my work thrown in my face and it made me increasingly angry that these nothings went out of their way to demean me as my sharpie brother said they did it on purpose, as all is warfare  now you see, the co eds whose little red book is their life of Napoleon, like Bill read that, I  just didn’t make it a primer or a how to pick up girls treatise, until the leach is pulled, all think they can get their licks in. So, all think they are praetorian or clown, or both, and in fact looked at my settings as don’t often do and in fact saw posts from 2011 abut the return of mister stupendous were looked at this month, and I wondered why anyone would so bother. I was fuming, my mother still despises that German nun and Audrey my Jewish neurologist told me I made a mistake that I actually was upset that first time, as she said, if that all it took to derail me, epilepsy did have a hand in that, she told me sad that I ever bothered or gave in, Townnnneeee she said with Yenta charm, Thank gwad yur not jeiwsh or youd be bombing places now like something outta Ragtiiiiime.

I was upset by it all, as watched a Hunter marathon as always liked Dryer and Stepfanie Kramer, a pretty girl, again fat bloated porcine Silverman always cast as somehow an ugly girl, but devoted  to send out sixty queries this week, some hitting, some liked some even attested, so again, if they are doing this for Hillary, she ,a propensity to step in her own shit amid the any port on a storm co-conspirators in law Bushes like casting catastrophes around, to them every act is the third act,  and perpetually make you the object of their incompetence. And they aren't the Machiavellian her hubby is, always remember that. I was upset until I decided to bring the character I created as a ten year old back, stenciling of course Wayne Boring, as that is what comics are, as the same was done to me as kid by a Germanic nun, again you take the sides you take, and who was speaking of the CIA and its cracked walls and its assassins and its creed of darkness only five days ago and now…helllllllo, friends. Maybe everyone doesn’t like the idea of a Bush family who burns cities down when not drowning them like barbarians, or a cunt who like Cato said of Caesar cant ever build up enough bodies to stand on to become a mt Olympus, maybe too many men went into wars without sox, or too many life in prisons for three misdemeanors,  for enthusiastic admiration for those who wish to hold power, and maybe that’s why the clowns from afar are showing a level of devotion just above slight concern and walked out of the tent mid circus, better done in Romans history than roman farce. Sometimes I am even smarter, than I as was said, think I am.






and today...

To
Mar 9 at 3:45 PM
Antony,

Do not contact us again. Your writing is not appropriate for our magazine, and is not acceptable.

PD




Best part that very word unacceptable, was the same used by a cabal of eunuch weirdos making b movies to sell to a station that shows drive in bloody goer blood feasts, showing the Mussolini convergence of parallel liens showing this little civil war is fucked when again Sorsos asks who had the prime rib...? They wanted a script to make a film for a channel called El Rey. Again showing even with Hispanics, and women you can have all the stereotypes you want as long as somebody gets killed.

What depressed me was that you cunts would sue the word mourn to speak of that that witch Hillary losing a perpetually staying campaign she shit her way and bumbled her way through, as better that you morn her than the suckers and  the idiots the Goldwater cunt would send into another war, as we never speak of how she was taught  to be a good knight by her master Henry Kissinger. To be fair this was the year more than a few gals saw something decent and true about me, as my essays about you democrats Jewish rats closing the golden door after San Bernardino hit a nereve with some. If you want to know what I think of America and my parents did and the priests warned me of, go look up some of the reaction to a lovely pin up girl named Wendy Fiore who dared to be a Vargasan cheesecake gal here in war loving, sex  hating, Love disposing Sparta, as opposed to fat  ugly women who had coitus publicly while eating  napoleons. Too, you can as my mother did, she started out thinking Trump was an NBC ratings stunt, as  why else hed be allowed to host their satirical late night show as  he was though house niggers giving allowable fake news there were busily calling him a bigot, our lessening scarlet letters, don’t make the same mistake the Jews made!, and now she adores Trumpy as having  given it to a scummy pervert patrician, oh we are lousy with them,  named Anderson Cooper, who managed to end his cartoon colorama each night making fun of some Wommmmmmin. So, good work kids, as warned way back when that when my mother was little girl in Neopolis, that Cattiline was still seen as a hero whereas to Jefferson the slave fucker, he was not. She did take notice how an Italian justice dared to mouth words under his breath, literally sottovoce, and was scurrilously pilloried for  it by even Jewish cripples how showing  their hands and that they are  marked, as the Cesarean dice is always loaded  as Cato  said, and how somehow you are  allowed  to forgo decorum, an don’t think you  have to stand and applaud when a praetor, the title George wanted, making the Cincinnatus affectation complete,  even one you don’t like, enters a room. Well, the only difference between the Knesset we have playacting Roman senators and Isis is the level of mark up buying the art they shill like Savonarola, who is sadly the wave already had, in the deaths scene, tres Cornelius, where facing the Styx, so petty are they that imperial brats in angels are white sweat, beg their fathers to make sure who doesn’t get  in the praetorium next. Trumpy is the Cowboys, as said before,  and the democrats sadly are the Redskins, always having to pay the nobel savages off with trinkets as to shut them up even the sanctimonious is the least of their troubles.  So, the wall the Wile E’s hit its seems that the royal families are at each others throats, one trying for mere nolo contendre and the other to get back into power for  sonnnnyyyyy boyyyyy, and it seems again  that yenta Sorsos wishes to destroy the republic without  having to break that next hunnrid. Don’t lecture or spit down at me, as I never raped nobody. As for the imperious don't send us anything again, nigger please, you mis understand as white girls glassy eyed and overfed do the romans aspects of graffiti as i'm not in the pad and don't apologize when told. I wanst crazy about querying the first time, as paternalisms makes me sick.This Buds, as was swathed across the rfk stadium like so much left tattered as tribute once naming rights were sold, as while cigarette ads were verboten, For You.








AND THERES A HAPPY ENDING OF COURSE….


So, as par for the course, received this  in my in box from a query I’m not sure recall even making, but such is life…

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I must here show my gigundus brains and alchemies brilliance that you chicks can never touch, see, those anti Trumpy dirtbag hooligan Bush helots, boy they hate that!, scumbuckets dealing with me, an admirer  of Roman Bill and his always getting even, they tore up and destroyed mere copies of my work, copies done on newsprint, I, again to expose myself as brilliant, I destroyed the ORHIGANLS, as to make a point, ….not sure what exactly what it was , but made it, and here was an opening to a door seemingly oft closed to me, willing to take a further look even though as I said, the original pages were American confetti twelve days ago. Ad I have since Valerie Dorozio and Carol Burnette-ish  Corsetto, I do get them to ask which makes me a stinker, why is, they ask, even though blonder and lighter than not, and many,  why could their race be so demeaned and damaged, ah the ghost of Monica, who the Mussolini chined Jews don’t have enough roman ethics or remembering to have watched out for, I get them to ask, why is it their mothers and sisters and they themselves can be so dammed in our age of pizza boxes as silent tribute to all you believe in, and other sewn together if not fake ass transvestite hags must have their cunts kissed and bowed to…? Why can the bitches who spent days destroying an imperial secretary now be given widest berth and they get to decide what is acceptable, and what is not, and who said you darkies cant be criminal….? Ah theres that fraying standard again which is ametahema to you, but a holy creed to me.

Therefore for three days have been issuing xerography, tape, glue stick, white out and rubber cement to recreate these pages as couldn’t just send images may have saved, as they had to be in low resolution, as opposed when I sent people low resolution and had to send higher, like that. With the dedication of a Roman, am not vicious and or bigoted enough to be a Spartan, I went at etched slips of paper and remanded them as I needed to, or didn’t need to, as much as had to as again whatever their state, many of them were put there by me. And if thought I had scans, forgot that when went to staples to get pages done for a gal named Natalie and her books in which she liked that I can make woman not only zaftig but sexual, as have been drawing such Venuses since a boy when first encountered Franzetta and such, and no amount of covens will ever make me either hurl fat jokes at someone and never at them. As I have gotten my share of invitation and even empathy for dealing with these sorts, as again, the parietal sore loser men button-men of the Bush crime family is getting on everyone’s nerves, see miss tits Noonan and uncle Pat having had enough and again predicting a stunt at the Oscars as I did previously, which like talk of rabbit eared Obams sensed to again dissipate quickly and I'm not even catching anything but Della Street and the Lucy show, it all gave me a measure of respect. Did see the greatest American hero was on, but always disliked that jew froed hero or too didn’t like I spy, his Nick Fury, and again don’t send out castigations  as Hillary is as she seems to be playing the last act of Camelot forever bitter, yet that better that than the vita nova, as everything being old status quo and decrepit and creaking and passé is just how she wants it as Strother would say, but this was the original satire of MS done by me as a boy. Not casting aspersions at Steve J Cannell, who wished to make a comic book hero as he had made Jimmy Rockford a perfect satire of the gumshoe, as he was as Maverick the perfect satire of a cowboy, still, Id see it remade as Supreme, and others, a star man coming to boyish Curtis first, then renamed Joe, as Roman magic seemed bothersome to the German nun who would eventually tear up the asoring and ambitious cartoons of a twelve year old as if an anathema to a dying church. Ah bit don’t also lose the Italians I warned then as saw a Pollock made Tuscan prince pontiff, and again as Hillary what happens when as I warned, people start to see the similarity between you and lucretzia Borgia, and that all your victims have black hair or have Italian names , and I’m not sure according to the poll  showing again someone is working the phones, no body is voting in the Geary art deco Fawcett city metropolis emerald city for her over Big Bird colored time or not, as again the tenements if Tyberius are either too big or emptied for the jails.



I don’t mean to take victory laps, but again, twelve days ago when these pages existed, the CIA was planting flags, false I knew, As the roles of senators and six days in march and I thought it a bit depressing and overarching and over reaching, and in fact within days, we found the CIA go from the 1st act of Julius Caesar to the gang who couldn’t shot straight, to keep the gimba vernacular you all so love,  to show as again maybe all the Jews aren’t, as they never are , the same side. As I warned, auger I be in the bad verses of October in which now it seems I cant hurl invective at you as you do other ad have for fiddy years, as I warned though Numa was the key to all of this, a lovely gal I have always thought trashed enough by Madame Zelda, as I always knew, as her brunette ilk does I always knew when push came to shove and knife came too shield as Cato said, she was taking Billy’s side, as she was your last Brunette Hillarie dear, as Ovid crated the witch as much as he created the fairy. I knew Numa was sidng with him, as both Hillarie and Bill Bleecheat  ill find out now, in all pharsalias is there is a top and a bottom, and I have an inkling if he thinks he sending Jeanne Garofolo away, I have a thought that some fellows from Providence are going to appear and tell him in no undertaken terms that he will pay for all that cheating you see, and keep an eye out for the welts and the bandages on his face, too.


Again the dark ages has me feeling  quite sad , what with fat woman suddenly forgetting their roles in deterring praetorian concubines, and drug store rags telling me of the decency and the nobility of the Vikings, as if Cornelius Tacitus at the orgies and swells swimming pools and salons in Naples, speaking of the decency of savages, putting on airs, and so in a flush of nostalgia, would very much like to be part of Heavy metal at least once. I recall as a boy in 1975 getting , like national lampoon rare contraband copies of what was an adult ish magazine, not quite as out on a higher shelf as Penthouse, when women were still cute and herstory professors didn't charge rape to those they never met, but all an all, still and adult magazine. My love of the female anatomy comes as much from Franzetta as Raphael, and read these comics in yesteryear and as if a sorceresses apprentice all along, as even the name consents a remembrance of the noble past of Jesuits and nuns and the gracious ladies and the knights of old they all loved, before as I told some uppity high string vice’s as virtue double booking double billing this gums for hirer,  cow now reorienting they didn’t vote against their queen all last year, aaaaaaaaaas they told me of their coming imperia, and some liberal dynasty sugar mountain they believe they’ll create from the margins disturbing marriage first, then onto the toilets,  I don’t think so dear, you said yes to the dress, and thus, wash that floor. She took umbrage at that thinking I was saying a male joke, like Clinton know the roman liens, sick of them not getting their due in this dark ages love of the medieval either, and instead, had to tell them that in fact it was like so much a lines sued to defame the tribune of the plebes at least the roman had them,  who they said didn’t do  nothing but wash the senate floors, as again this is ROMAN AND SO take your love of the dark ages and the cheaters who hanging trees you didn’t fall far from and shove it as would be said by the ally grasping always needing Colbert as he wines and fixer pops on march madness Sunday to infest cbs as best as he can. I reconstituted some pages here to send out, agab remembering when they were first carted, first, in a past before we were all poor and before smiling idiots were on television cash night being praetorians for laughs and profit. here are the reconstituted through clipping and printing and gluing pages of the first issue of an old WHAM comic, as ephemeral I  think as anything, and hope they are to franzetta’s relic, as such is most America, satisfaction.