02 April 2015

INSTANT CARMEN









1 APRIL 2015 

1. My ma wasn’t feeling great, and so we made a light supper of tuna and hard bread and onion for her and I told her that TCM was showing the wonderful world of Disney,  that she loved since a little girl in Fascist Italay. We sat and watched this leprechaun shit as she turned to me with a sneer and said, what is this Irish stew shit…? Ma, I said its march 12th or so, its St. Patrick’s day. She sighed. I don’t know who that is, she said. Turn this Celtic filth to Disney. It is Disneyland ma, I said. Its, I said again, st Patrick’s day and they are celebrating it on this channel. Jackie Gleason was on as the brilliant take on Minnesota Fats the night before, and there was a film about James Mason s an ira terrorist, which was fantastic. Its st Patrick day, I said, again. She waved me off. As she did have a point about how no one takes this imperialistic Italian’s holiday away, as after all, civilizations she said, never did take that well in Ireland, showering a hatred for that emerald slum that goes back to my forbearer Agricola. Since I allegedly Ruined Christmas I have been helpful to get an Easter done, as saw its another holiday decried by the academics who never seem to speak a word as spring break brings rape and slave labor games together as they should be.


Through looking for ec comics to download and trace, yes it has come to that as I Mediterraneanly become a pushy hawker of product, I found a free PDF of something called the dark knight returns. Anything in comics after 1980 is mere rumor to me, as I believed the priests who wished me to be a scholar and a Jesuit and thought Hollywood a sewer enough didn’t want to live out the tenement life of a Roman porch money completely and let them go. At 40, sadly I went back intro that cesspool to fins a low level of closeted everything’s. But better than the Image this garbage was perfect, and suited my every need for the filth I was both doing and railing against. This slop seemed to exclude the sort of mush that comics had become, self important, violent, filthy and above all mean. Juts horrid, filled with sissy testioereone, Spartan etches. To me its not for nothing that gay marriage entered the lexicon as simultaneous with perpetual war for perpetual peace and constant unending war adventures as I said, we were always to be more Spartan the Roman, as the roman had a healthy distrust of marriage of all sorts and Plautus sort of codified the mother in law joke as literature , though who’d admit to that…? Not for nothing that the man who took the comedy away from the spirit found a similarity between Spartana nd Batface, what I came away with was the ideas, this shit doesn't go far enough. Its far TOO circumspect and actually not brazen enough for me. Wow. 




2.  When the last third of MS was destroyed by rains that have followed baby Barry  into his golden praetorium, I felt bleakly and too, decided to go back to 2007 ish work and do work others would allow me to do and thus be acceptable to the résumé keepers and readers , as the scrawled Roman wall graffiti has resonance ien only for me.

I have done a few things now, and if paid or not shall list them, too wish to recall the names of some I did work for before, the lovely seaman chick, the magna producer, the web comic from Brittan, the spy spoof I did which as much like a processor to Archer. Though Archer is funny, I had a defined take don’t I always...?, which my Archer, tres Wally’s cannon, Nick Vase, super spy, was innately and unquestionably dull and glum, a perfect satire I thought to Ian Flemings awful hero, and he too had a busty accomplice, but of course, the comedy central types had to make black to be acceptable as brunettes are not to the white gals. I would like to find out who I had done these pages for as tried to piece it all together and yet couldn’t so well, a nod want back to various pits like Zwol and comic art places and freelancer sites to somehow place it all together, as try to amass a portfolio of comic work. What told me all as one of these persons I did pages for upset about my take on Comic hack Warren Ellis, as said, there are white woman openly hostile to Dante at various middlebrow temples like mason, and I, unlike others who chomp at the bit to be sanitized Juvenal’s, that’s a laugh, or maybe not,  wont scrub my accounts to make the Jews acceptable of mea, as all along they have liked me , Roman Fascist Anthony, no matter, just feign before the senate , in a swerve worthy of the worse of Roman corruption, fearing Tyberius making a deal with the Persians, again Rome on dark night, who only the Greeks at least admired, until shutting the ambassador of Achaia up a weary Augustus, our blog big daddy said, if you find the Persians so wonderful, maybe you’d like to make them your partisans and have them send soldiers to project your faggy shores, shutting the Greek queer up. The Greek at the bellowing officious God said no more, as he knew Augustus once send men to die in Bactria for no better reason than they laughed it up when Virgil died in mid epic, and Augustus heard the laughter of hacks as something that Ge did not guess or know is what closes on every night. As all Greek know no True Roman takes things as hard as a Persian do, and thus, at the first opportunity, the Persian, without benefit of Mohamed as a savoir would be thinking of the 300, wanting to cut Greek women tits off as they often did. 



Witch by Del Rose 

3. I HAVE worked often and well these few days into our Roman spring, completing a Batman satire, a witch ec like story and the robot cartoons of Magna star bleech. The pages to which, I was told to put on eBay as that’s the only ay Id have money. Never thinking this an option as a no one, yet still I thought, why not and went to upheld pages of witch and such on the eBay. But then, as prepared to scan the images of the Star Wars parody at least by my way, I dropped a sprite can over all the pages, slightly touching Witch, but making the flair and pen and el Marko of the Star wars bots run like mascara on a crying woman. AHAH I THOUGHT, that is a sign and an auger's signal and took the thick cottony pages and threw them aside, and shall not maybe tackle the resume line, but cut them up to pieces for other work as have finally heard and took to advice from Neal Adams who taught me the joy of the stencil and too don’t draw the dialog as I had been, drawing the action, down to drawing only the parenthetical action and leave the rest of the story alone. Id never thought I would, but…


4. A comic kid asked me how I got my stuff so ‘cool’, as was turned on to the star wars divergence from the Japanese company he had compared it to which I had not heard of. I take these accolades as a best recompense, id better as here payment ix another of Campbell's beloved dire myths, and saw that to a Japanese man, as to me, especially of a similar age, unpardoned with the Tolkien shit that barnacles whiteys, the idea of an imperial soldier is not the hateful thing it is to George Lucas and to his Virgil, the heinous Campbell, as to us, the centurions creed is something wistful even heroic and recalls that moments like the end of Gibbon when the race returns to its most rag tag unadorned and most honorable creed.

So, saying that, I saw with glee, I am a stinker, how this Easter, equally a time when Jews try to get some reflected pathos as usual from the in laws to whom they spill Game of Thrones and Viking horse manure all year, as how the Romance ethic can not be avoided in anything that’d build this many Roman mausoleums to itself, and to its Aryan grandeur. If you thought that Barry The Obamas time at destroying and purging seats of the democrats in the senate was over, well, think again as he now targets Menendez as having dared say something against the great god as he rides back to earth as a sun boy, in chariot made of painted cardboard. Not at these  prices.  


Dust land by Kokayi Hayes. 

Now, the rules of the senate are ancient, whether Valerie’s Pinocchio, he who dreams of being a boy someday but is caught as a puppet know or not, and even imperial hack horsy Matthews was taken aback by Negros and Jews of his bullshit chancel and GE theater screeching for transparency, as after all the charge of corruption in a senate is something that can always be whipped up at a money shot notice and when needed. And where there is smoke there is fire the usual hackney shit youd expect from a Negro Praetorian, Tip’s nightmare, and I shall remember that ethic when Hillary announces. She, too has been plummeting in polls as Chubby Bill had hoped when he connived all of this, as again hed know as DO I , THE MACHIAVELLIAN ANSWER TO ALL POLITICAL QUESTIONS, that the difference  between a farce and an epic isn’t timing, as its been destroyed, but Time, and so when you are in the sixth year of an interregnum and still they have to fudged numbers to show your economy at a rounding error number of 0.2 percent growth ,well, this has been a dreadful waste of time. As Hillary’s first mistake wasnt anything Bill did, but actually tethering her self to this failure. Bye bye Livia, as the nation that made fun of Newt is stuck with her unraveling again. Hmnnn, if they get rid of Menendez, their hatreds are always above board and unquestionable, you know masters and servants, a Hispanic for you sanctimonious white women, as if it natters when it doesn’t, he will be recapped you know as has been since Marcus Pictor, by the governor of the hill from that he came---that would be Christie, whose treason trial  was the beginning of the end of cartoon colorama, a mere echo now as one erkel after a while got on everybody’s nerves. To show the Roman sense of humor here, as we saw another attempt at Jesus movies again by Jews who bite their lips when all the Jews I knew sort of admired the Romans for again killing or dying in their sted, a Jewish pontiff tried to make himself Prince of the Senate, but finds a load of buckshot from say other Jews like Boxer and such, whose see Senator weedeater,  the wall street hack, as against their preened believes so much he cant get in as he calls in every marker as the Jews after Barry , their secretion selling out to the Persians  who have, like all Aryans, arm a deep seated distrust  of the Roman ethic, but which in the end they must admit a certain admiration for,  as forget about falls of anything, they are stuck perpetually killing their own brothers and marking out land with a ox bow and it never seems to get farther than that. The Persians walk away from the table now despite betraying Barry, being their prison bitch as after while even they know the deals you make can bring you down as much as anything. But Barry will work s long as it takes, ah we have finally found his doggedness ala Peckinpah, with the unappealing credo of an abanded child, hell do anything  you need momnmy, just don’t make him ever stand up for his party, his flag, his people, anything’s gouache as that, but anything else, Brutus is king, and that coin is worthy of biting.

Our Roman festival of vendetta  though got better as Jewey Jonnie announced an heir to his show, a cable show called important by a Jewish hack named Howie , who spoke of Jonnie as you’d expect  from someone who actually trashed fox news but let their tide salesmen into sell their gospels eagerly, no Keith on this show as we vie for whopping eminence, that Little Jon’s heart  was in the right place,  the NASDAQ Composite. As Jew and blond wooed us to what we have headed, and it  wasn’t less hidden than that. Still, the high yellow black kid that Jonnie found, lighter than Olivia Munn who broke the brunette law of that show, was found inciting by said Howie and his blond interpreter for having written down mean and nasty things about ,who else, Jews and women, and even the black chicks at CNN had to be aghast that a comedian would say untoward unkempt unseeingly things. So, who can we make fun of then if not white women and Jewish cunt sifters and their mongoloid children…ah the question that caused them to refrain from dealing with Roman Tony, but which causes no matter where I go for Jonnie, Rachel, Keith and others to befriending me,  to the horror of their mousketeers, as who doesn’t like Juvenal after all, and why. Who can we make fun of …?, who is allowed to be made fun of in our land where every man is a passavnate, the question I asked causing the white chicks and herstory sorts to fall mute when I noted everything that Copula and Scorsese had DONE was closer to Plautus and Terrence and Roman imperial comedy than the good white chicks like to get. The black kid was unannounced to make such comments, a furriner he is, Howey honked as he nosed his way in, sorry, but new favored show is Kroll’s League and his countenance would be good for that daily show, as we now know its mandate is to as usual make fun of the goys tween Viking shows and Bellona ads where the goddess of war to Rome, abet a blond and what’s that about…?, stands spilling herself out of a tin girdle, all brun Hilda, with men speaking of empire all dressed as Shylock or Copernicus. What the…We are an empire without Satire, as Gore said,  and now I know that was never more true than now. 


Instead of watching the unraveling news shows, I had taken to movies, and watched skitsy cutie  Holly Hunter loved by Great Albert Brooks, a cast yuoud wouldn’t get now, Matt Helm might be Italian but one who could play a bloodletting psychotic seal, need I tell my Caesar at the Persians story again about how he , god bless him thought that the Persians were basic shit…?, and a film and the divine goddess Monica Bellucci as a of course whore moll,  who would have been a movie queen superstar back in the days when unions ruled the American earth, and a middle class was here. Way when before the others lined up to be bag men for the rich. I caught an ifc awful film, the sort of r rated dreck comics have become, trhe assassin as HERO, not for me, as I answered and ad to do a comic and asked if I could sue the image of Mister Stupendous for a book written by someone else,  as was left with another ruin. I sat there and watched Monica, the sort of girl Jews like but cant say, as she rescued sexuality without showing anything, her Turan body, instant Carmen, was shown against another actor’s in a way that the good white woman who live in filth and muck and think they are decent and wholesome could only sneer at as sex,  Like politics, art joy and violence is far too human for the gay mattresses of honor and bribe takers to ever Romantically understand. As I hared a closet everything upset that his diatribe about Caliperi, see, a team going 39 an o doesn't excite him like a good rape would,  became too quickly people calling in and openly hoping that the Pollock at Wisconsin beats the five blacks kids of Kentucky,  I laughed thinking what did you think that can of vermicelli you opened was leading you froggy queen, and laughed knowing, like Seneca and puck, the Roman always strike back.

25 March 2015



I LOVE TREACHERY,…

Rachel dear thinks that the bug out of Bactria is on hold, --give me a minute! No, say it aint so, Joe, not from the electric company that makes drones while sending lesbians and Negros to make jokes about the goys! oh,doll, that was becoming increasingly unlikely when Slimy Barry first got Bob Gates to be his war time consigliere, though this might still end up being fun as what happens when two divergent polar opposites, the conservatives and the Persians, think they bough own the same TROJAN HORSE...Too Virgil…? But as I thought, Caesar hates a traitor and you’ll be pillaring Bowe soon enough, as I always figured Keith had too much ethics for that channel, which is sad...





The consortium  gallery will now turn on that fool, hang em high, maybe the first since Private Slovak to be gunned down, as Cato said of Caesar, when he is in trouble we are all on trial, and maybe you can get Bill between knee capping his wife to be at the hanging with a hand over his heart, where the checks are kept, as he loves a good execution, like fredo he’s a ball of fun at a funeral. How the hell did we come to this…? Wake me for the shooting that like TPP the house coons of ge theater will be doing color for as usual. Hey they didn’t let Shraptoon and Pollock Eddie into the commissary to steal soup in plastic bags for nothing. This comes out of nowhere as Barry’s interpreter Baba Oreilly demanded as such and dutifully coonskin Barry leaps to tap dance down those Romans steps shu nuff! But goods news everyone, when Cato could take no more and killed himself, Caesar burst into tears and asked Antony, what do I do now with nothing but flatterers and sycophants, and hed find out. How perfect a us soldier no matter what he is will be in jail while five miscreants are out hiding their porn from Allah, nigger pulesse, I know acutely what you are…

I have always had empathy for Pilate, as you will get soon enough, why exactly are the Romans  dying in this sewer anyway…? I kid, Barry is no Caesar, he doesn’t have the shoulders, Caesars treachery was always in the usefulness of his patriotism, mad and enflamed as it was, as Barry is a mere a C student whose inc’s and ds are placed under lock and key, he now plays my caddi is double parked radical chic nigger again, as that 93 cents of every dollar, did I ever say we call them bucks because on ancient Roman coins, the elk, the ancient symbol of Italay, and its name, was struck into each sequence…?, Is seemingly crumbling. I do hope Barry gets his face on the three dollar bill though, he earned it. That cash, as wall crosswalk crumbles all year like Jonnies ratings,  appears to have been the mud that Lorenzo could have told him it was. Clintons love of Apulias and Petronius and Steve Reeves is open and above board, as Barry who is always looking for a womb to rent. I may get the chance to write an over view of Mongo, Tarantino’s work, heh, who must I pay for that chance…? Like how I saw with some humor that a Producer referred to Scorsese as a Brutus, but to who, or would it finally be Judas, to where its always heading any way…? well, whatever, it all made me think I had seen that before. I found an ennui in trying to recuperate pages from the coda of Mister Stupendous, the pages which elicited my fall from grace when back when a little Barry Obama like half breed wop fuked them all over as if it was in his right to do so and thought I, beloved by Latin jurists wouldn't go Nick and Al and thug on him and then i went against type, or gave into it, and whipped that ninny into a wall. A soothsayer as I am, wont do them again, an figured it a loss all around and wont attempt it again. The Tony Libaria is now closed from that era. But I know the roman rules as opposed to Barry and his scythe as catch can imperiousness, and so, someday, one of these wops might be out and about and have forgotten me and Roman hero all together, as a little old fat boy comes out of the bushes and shatters their kneecaps myself.

20 March 2015



THE SECRET HISTORY.

1. Late at night, I made the mistake again of putting on the Daily show, as each time Jonnie is excoriated for mentioning the buffoonery of his own chosen side, he does this to silence, to show he has ethics, he must go even farther to pretend he is a political observer, when actually most time he is trashing Fox and its cadre of Blonds and Jews, which I thought he would have seen as the dream of his Levittown Villanovis come true.

Tonight though he was upset that somehow the equivalence, he found, the human abacus is always with a mind like a spreadsheet and seeing debits and credits as he would, as I have said, is closer to Marcus Agrippa than Horace or any kind of satire you’d like to have to look up. But tonight, a hold out as opposed to Erkels and others who do not want to place Micheal Brown’s body or blood on their hands and show them off anymore, as Negros is always more jazz hands than any Tragedy play, there is a tiredness to having used this fake narrative for the good and decent coons, as they are all about truth, with of course various Jews as circus owners and telling them when the time for rage has dully passed. Leave it TO Roman Tony to Jeusitically defend the persona non gratis like Ritchie and Casey, the good cant be bothered with such filth, as is the con of all legalism, which darker than me were trumped for. But it did seem funny that Jewey Jonnie would see a equivalence, like religion, his every political idea comes from banking terms, between a pool of rabble-rousers, MSNBC’s words sorry, verboten amends for everybody, ask your grandma, with bullhorns instigating riots and arson is to this giggling hack, equal to accusing questions of democrats in power, which with this press corps, they think they don’t have to do. Any questioning of good Jews and yentas and gumadas and men of the people in power is equal to burning down an American city, while OTHER BLACK MEN AND EVEN CHILDREN WERE SHOT IN MORE EGREGIOUS WAYS, UNNOTICED BY THE GOOD NEGRO CHORUS BOYS, as who ever said, this had to actually make any sense.

But most of all in comparing Ferguson to Benghazi, where you’d think just the fact a praetor was so weak as to have lost an ambassador like Persia,  hmnnnn, would be satire—…I m sorry scandal enough, the funny thing, is that we don’t have a last forensic report on Benghazi, as we now know Polybius Hillary calls her every mimeo, every jot, every diary, and every bill, the secret history. Well, Jonnie see you later, as there Is a  fatiguing quality to Evil, as Mach the knife said, and I wouldn’t want to be point man to crowbaring Hillatata as Ma calls her, into the power where the Oviddian witch makes her best stews. It must be uncorrectable for Jewey Jonnie to have lurched into true satire when he said of the Clinton's that they were out to go back to their ancestral home, which of course was funnier when I SAID IT first, as she was going back to Tara, and heard from the soon to turn witches then. I’m sure they will be bringing back Tina Fey for that. But as again, and this is me just going Jesuit again, nobody is allowed to get too close to the apple store, bullhorns especially, and too, I think Hillie’s foist mistake was issuing Bills server, proving she had learned nothing, as if she thinks those damming emails are gone, oh think again Mother Roma, they have been saved in triplicate, as in the world of the poor the one with the most bribes is always king.


2. THERE WAS SOMETHING UNSEEMLY ABOUT seeing thuggish brutish piggish Greg Hardy being accepted into the fold, even left handedly and at arms length by Signore Dingdong Jerrah, making this miscreant a Dallas Cowboy. Of course the only up side is that all the shogun blacks at espn who amusingly hate the Cowboys and just love the stellers and giants who destroyed black quarterbacks and cut black men with white wives years ago, say an ave deer fer demn monsignor, tis a traggggity, cant say anything about it as some, stood up for Hardy all along. I don’t mean to play Machiavellian again, but I knew the hanging of Incognito, like the dukes of Tuscany, was a carcass you didn’t want to destroy as it opened you up to the worms under your broken columns. Even wayward bounding around yahoo something called the Zabe, made it out like the woman behind this, for whom a neighbor called in as she was being beaten senseless, ah that’s what shed have you believe, was a slut and a whore who just trying somehow destroy poor Greg, as all women, an anathema to the boys town, are either out for money, or Medeas with irrational jealousy who wish to destroy our lads. Yeech. I am sad to see this bag of shit as a Cowboy. Like so much, senators, lawyers, liberals, being a Cowboy, that word meant something once, the stillers laid it on thick but just  re upped their rapist so that was always blarney, and now in decccccccline and fall nothing much does. It was nice to see though with cover of put on patriotism as we called senators who dared disagree with Claudius, traitors seeing the Jewish money about to disappear, so you cant blame them, dare to say were are still a republic under even Cleopatra Jones our praetor, and he went off and made another of his secret deals to give us free trade, the Eucharist of all Clinton new democrats. Its easier for Univacs and Rosie robot maids to speak of death penalties, queer marriages, fox news and the rest of the bullshit than ever have to explain that, at least not in public. The fat bloated Pollock Trumka came out again in the suit his father was buried in, as is his want we only see him when a democrat needs to really sell it to the goys and Fox, so nice to see sanctimonious negreos can always land on your feet. Ah but the knives are out at GE THEATER, as overfed pig Reverend was told to knock it off with his cooning, and he brought the shuffling dead dangerously close to the tree lighting, which mirrored a skit of mine I believe already flagged there by women writers, but again who listens to me…no body. Still, upside for Greg, in Dallas, girls I have known from there always looking for scripts and the like, wow, there is a much higher caliber of Brunette there that Gregie can pistol whip between beatings. No, I was right, just Yeeech.

3. I listened to John Batchelor, what came in, and some fairy was telling us of why Homer was so great, but again, as fashions and censors schlep across the imperial stage, sorry kiddies but the Jesuits warned me despite negro studies and beer pongs, the masters use colleges to indoctrinate their spawn and have since Rhodes. So,  it was exatimundo opposite to what they said of Virgil, as the fact was that Virgil was poned for adoration of the Italic clansman Turnus, against once beloved civilization, now Homey was revered for showing ACHILLES, A HATEFUL IMAGE WORTHY OF THE BIBLE, as the step man vs. the now heinous civility as exemplified in effeminate Hector. Wow when did you join Isis….? Amazing inst it, how ruins exist for millennia, until the Americans start bombing and who knew that communists in Rome hated Roman ruins before America came in…? How you get to that reading, means a English degree I couldn’t have abided staying still fer. I must say a certain ennui comes over me as I kind of knew any money and or placement allotted to me at various comics book ghettoes where ads are piled was bullshit, as I await checks and acceptance promised, and know shall not come, but the true need for the work was the work and to show I would do it, devoted as a Roman building a pantoon bridge as eventually even the Vikings comes out of their hidden trees in awe of the Roman corps. of engineers. I got my share of admiration for some of these pages, and sneers that come from those who want me to go marvel for them and send them remade tear sheets more to their liking, as if this blog doesn’t show what I will draw and what I shall not. I almost sent a missive back; I have decorated my own queries as Michelangelo said in the Roman Diaries, when asked to show what he had drew to various priests, so I am not going to decorate yours. It was funny to see that within 36 hours of an election in which should it have been any other country talk of neo fascism would be brought out, still, to show the Romans facieses is still upright and workable, in a blink, Our Herod was told by Caesars whose name we do not sully, that there would be two state solution or else,…and dutifully Aminimus, fearful of Augustus taking his eagles and going home, the baited Jew boy said, Y’sm boss and rendered thistly. That is a gift to all who called Roman Tony every name including anti Semitic and all the rest,  as again the sonnets of Tacitus hold true, sorry Jewish fascists and Irish paddy wagon hosts, you danced too soon, and if you heard he said a one state solution, and if you heard bigotry, well, Blond chick, that’s your problem, as again the Roman lessons were learned on the fly and welcome to the middle Sea. That THERE IS SNOW and cold on the first day of Spring,  a Roman holly-day, 







yes it means that, once sacred to Juno and now only sacred to Dickie V, ....dukkkkieeesss bababyyyyyyyyyyyy, says more than I can hope.