01 May 2016


There is no desire in me to watch the porcine Rove, now our bloat Torquemada, who I noted sued Strong man as an anti Trump screed, within days picked up by the strange bed fellows he has gardened among fags nigger and dykes on allegedly liberal stations. Ah if he is as good a Machiavelli as he was a Francis in dealing with the wretched in the flooding crescent city, Guuumbbbbo cupcakes, or a good a Caesar as he was in Iraq, something tells me, Trump has as his ace in the hole, and I mean Hole, Karl Rove, for whom as the real Machiavelli said of one of his nemesis the word Fiasco seems to have been minted. My plebeian ear pricked up when I heard strong man, as without a Dan Rather to babble in the right direction for the Bush family, by now in Rome you’d be hung as complicit, that dark hand is more JPP than  it is Jethro Puegh. So I watched Jerry Lewis night, with he and equal ethnic Dean exemplifying a gone America as he did in his films as De sica did a fallen Rome, and Im not kidding. Just watching this, I saw the occasional Shirley and Kim Novak the only blond I ever adored, maybe cause too she is as ethic as the cunts in henna are not. But watching a house coon equate Trump to Castro and this thug making us all remember, again the silence is the important part as Dante said, when he was a young radical in t shirts emblazoned with Che, now in mothballs, this is all too boring for Circus loving Tony, and an Arminius I never liked can only be made worse by regularly scheduled brakes for Cialis commercials as forced Augustine marriage doth makes bores of us all.

Karl the pig man blunders into another quagmire as frenetically hell had to explain, no it was never Hillary all along, with hash tages they hated you know wasted on trying to save black girls from CIA  operatives masticated unto Isis, Brezhnev is laughing, who got off the reservation as all terrorists I guess since Reagan do. As so ad hoc are they, so desperate to get Trump, they equate him to a fascist only weeks after they made him commit to no third party pledge like men in suits all saluting in act one of Julius Caesar by Orson Welles. With Karl and Rachel as our ec sewer keepers, oh wait thet was an Italian’s attempt at recalling satire while Jewey Willie thought he bought the paper on satire, we presented the dyslexics Julius Caesar in modern dress, IE, You ate, Brute…too much. Hell pretend this was all for the people,  when it surely was nothing close, as he has shown he and his Princlings never calculate what the trash left behinds is going to do. Show up Jeb, show up and run don’t sit in the shadows like a coward ,playing Roman hero isn’t your type, and signora Fortuna will kill you a million times.

After about ten days of vegging out and catching Kat Dannings each time, she like a vestal in a Terrance play bopped across a eye sore of a stage, yes I know it was done on purpose still, I drew the Patti Fairinelli sketch I kept, in whole that has been here in the satchel so long the news print, had become a dry paper worthy of being sold at a mark up. But alas I’ve never done any of this for the money. Gacccck, sorry a little stoke there. Still, rested enough, caught enough Jerry Lewis and Dean Martin movies,  who I adore, as left the clowns of empire to eventually hemm and haw about how the hell we got President Cruz out of this mess, as I will watch the senate yet again chock back its Tiberius disgust. But I HAVE been so rarely invited to send in work, Norman Lear it seems died with Liberace, and the priests and all the sissies are at ring ceremonies like Der Fleadterdermingogoggendamdn, or whatever end of the world you Germans not only dream of but up, I prepare to send in my work, which lately since bleeding cool and your pathogen of middle brow censoriousness, even women of a certain lets say fetish, like the nuns who adored me as a boy, take time to send a line of admiration for me and my say. It turned out I wasn’t the only ONE who has grown weary of our Reich and our perpetual dark ages, as one Beowulf after the next has brought up a Jewish distaste. i always wondered where that was, which you thought you had beaten out of your in laws. So, I warn you all again all you middlebrows in high dungeon, all you ninny’s and for day payer radical whites as protesters, something I saw the bush familia use I recall fat woman maybe these same ones who hectored ethnic plausible president  Dukakis, ah the trick of Sore Loser man signs, as like the in law Clintons the Bush baked beans aren’t that good at getting wimples to vote for them, always a mistake even when oft appointed, as it dries that well up, easily when you filled it with blood. Go bother Bush when he appears to drop the handkerchief, all you sword fodder, corpses and those too foreclosed upon, so niggers looking for Tones, use your nunish pitch pipe to get all on the same key, on the ones, go back to the decency of CNN breathless cunts and fags who say nothing about bombing hospitals nor when Bushie looks always for the next bushel of blood. As he sees you all as did Coriolanus, as he is no Clinton at the dark arts, as noted the whenever he appears the prosecutors oft asleep and too white to even by black lives matters, MAKE UP!, are always at the ready.

2 Sad to see when beloved Rachel Maddow, recalled when first seen making roars when like a now deflated Superman, Keith and Pat and human beings were on MSNBC, rather than perpetual high school ninnies smarmily seething behind apples machines that War Horse inc. pin a stage for me distaste not as censorious as the niggers and the fags suddenly on Bush baby side, I un friend-ed, I, that is, me, Roman me, unfrequented Rachel and the dying Daily show and other bullpen pages services all at once. Place Ovid line about the defiance between a republic and an empire here. Did I say Defiance, I meant…

Your sanctimony is a vulgar thing. Whoopee and her death mask attractiveness, or it is Solicitaaaaar Calhoun face and the cannon which comes  from it are getting on not only mine , but Americas, nerves as again, the talking woman and fagots Jews and Negros of cable television hoodlumism has fallen through the imperial floor of marble, ouch, something that Giucciardini, warns of when la scalla is too full, and the stage too rickety. No not the sonorousness and censorships of various white woman and Scorsese no not that, just a giving in to the fatiguing quality of evil, and like America  itself, have tired of all the fools and bribed on the same side. Trump was one Incognito too far, as Bill could have told you, as Caesar said to a blood full tick named Cicero, when he tried jumping up and down and making Julius the next fool to be his prey, Gaius Julius ad, Ah, but Marcus, I am a threat to this dying republic, and thus, your plays and playacting is worthless against me. How does America allow a second placed fussier to be like Teddy Baseball and finagle his way into power…a warning from Roman Antony, you’d better tale heed of, an appointed parent a radiant Caesarate made by the same people who gave us Married with children and the Simpson’s, a Homer not as lets say less Sunday school accepted as the first, but a bloated television idiot created or at least financed by Uncle Rupert, shit, that may be bad for bidness and might not allow the easy sending of men to die in your perpetual wars for perpetual peace as has this nigger allowed while allowing the white woman the cover of calling all discordant notes racism. But I know what bothers you now, the democrats would like to forgo and forget the ethnics who they have been bussing to be a majority party such as it is, fir a hundred years, since Police captain Waldo and the Roman story stolen by EL so rewritten so as he didn’t even know it was not written in as Gore would say the original German, was in fact a story about a Roman vulgantante, oh another italic word Rachel will use soon enough,  going up against the assorted mausoleums of a dying Augustus.

The democrats would like to have a sea of perpetual immigrants, unlike my father, who was alerted he had to join churches and unions and bingo parlors and sons of Italay and Knight of Columbus, whereas as all you spic and other scum have to do, as Juvenal warned, was join the tenements and march for Caesar when he needed it. AND THE REPUBLICANS…ho hooo, your hatred of  Trump is easily understood, as it was when I was fifteen and you warnt that keen on Reagan  with some of the same voices now telling us he will destroy, no not America, not the country, not the patricia, but the Republican party, ah the other half of the loaded coins of the sorts that are sued by the Iowa Democrats committee and Bellicheat when need be. You cunts and fox new trash, the Glenn Becks and the scum of the Christ-er earth, the echoes of a saddened William F, all of whom think not only did they not adore Jooooolian, they'd never have read anything by a snide homo like Gore Vidal as their fags now have been washed accordingly, first their dick lest they sprout the awful Flowers of puss, and then their minds to allow for a Donna reed like admiration of the middle brow, which the middle class need not be connected to. You didn't want those almost three million more votes that Trump gains, the dirty secret of the real democrats cast off by a guilty LBJ, and would rather lose as to wallow a hack like Hillary in, but everyone cant be dispassionate all the time,  and then hold their hands over their hearts like that little nigger does when the burnt corpses are brought back to him and he pretends she has a chin enough to hold it up defiantly to the sun god always about to exx him out as he did the Latin so long ago. The Roman gods will not allow this, I warn you. I can sense the gods of Football and idiotic devotion to duty prepare their handmaidens to fly down and mess you all up, as Teddy boy is the essence of a usurper, and his numbers dwindling are showing that as I figured Natl Enquirer, named for Kane's early muck racking paper is shaving its effect as he sluds down towards single digits in New Amsterdam, ah call it the curse of the black hand of the bush babies, as they have never been able unlike Bill Clinton to Marvel in the Roman audience whose voice they are perpetually trying to gag. This wont work, as Trumps numbers balloon in a new York and the overgrown bullshit anti trump number dawdle down as I KNEW THEY WOULD when heard that Sorsos is having a bad time of it, wasted too much coin paying niggers to riot in non Roman non blessed years, tubby, and who knew that starving Arabs, though he did so from the heart, isn’t a great business plan, and when you cant pay dollar bills you’ll, straight money homes, these niggers on leashes will find, as Bill could tell you openly and brazenly, a thirteen year old to get to take goofballs. CAUGHT FLAT FOOTED, dear ugly Moms back at the ranch called ABC, she and other niggers at the doorway and by the golden door have not as this writing said anything about the openness with which Anything for Billy said so regaled and easily explained what niggers are, no, no innocence projects here, all caught up in his three strikes and youre out, thankfully Rape and bribery don't count, mere eggshells like bombing hospitals, his dragnets were all there to get drug dealing ghetto  bunnies, as Fox news nimrods applaud his honesty, and so there, as a lovely girl would say once.

3. I heard my name as was walking along piecing together a new bundle of comics to send out. Interestingly since was attempted to be pubic-ally humiliated by some lesbians and their shock troops at some English faeries comic site, I have gotten a bevy of well wishes from many that I have sent out work to, and not just comics and cartoonists, who they are mostly quiet, but from other lesbians, art magazines, radicals, zines, woman writers of truest belief unable or willing to escape the coven for the armamentarium as some have, who have called me funny, thinking, important, and a lovely artist.  As explained the dirty hands of this queer loved Pope, some who seem to be one tending to such political gossip were shocked at the 400 plus assembly of kings shutting that golden door on Epiphany or some Roman holiday made criminals, as again, by account on purpose, Arabs wanting a legitimate visa were made to look as filthy as their terrorist brethren you niggers and white woman sanctimoniously pretend they are not, funny how that works here in the west bank, where we are all one exit from the jersey shore. How about that, as I said, I dont have to bleed cool, I am artlessly, irrevocably, hep, and so, don’t have to strain, and I save all the decent emails I get as a physical answer to those two hags who were so upset here in soprano land at a Roman Superman, which is, after all what he as supposed to be, even crafted by Cleveland Jews before the always alert to what they think America is, Mortys and Julius's made sure that those weren't obviously Roman boots that the strong man was wearing.

My brother calls out to me, as I clutch papers from the attic to make copies, as using carbon paper and not a scanner I was told I had up there somewhere but don’t want to bother reconnecting it to this new machine. He tells me with pride, Oh I  saw, he said, The living brain, Blowhard Lou Dobbs just compared Trump to Clodius Pulcher vs.Cicero as the end of the republic. I wish, he said, You didn’t hurl your stuff at these hacks and, Tony, and quit dealing with them, They don’t care what you say, he said, and will put you down till they need it to look informed. I laughed, but he did call Him Clodius, as I recalled the Pentecost seeking priests did, like with Jesuit educated Bill, redemption is all, as opposed to other meteor ado-rant Semites, the hajj appears in Sabine lands millenniums before Mohammad, by then thank God you born lawyer fucks didn't have to ever pay copy-write to Roman senators while you now imprison people for sneaking under your tattered, boring circus tent. Italians are unlike other Mediterranean’s who have made banking laws, also Italian more than not, the essence of all spirituality, down to salvation itself being a ice salt bath that Roman centurions took after war, but please don't tell them that at the heinous TV tropes, where I go to annotate the Archers and Broke girls I had just found, as to these ninnies and woman chartered queers, a super-spy pig in a charger who looks like Mark Trail is heresy, and a sexy brunette who is yet still a bitchy sarcastic honey is something that hurts their upwardly mobile and not that funny hearts, but enough of them, as these same gods have something in store for those who trash Rome, as they play out the same farce. Never give a sucker a even break like much is ascribed to Barnum, when in fact it is a line that looks like it came out of the history of Italy by Francisco Giucciardini, so will leave these Jewish in laws and their strangely acceptable love of dark ages be.

My Brother said Clodius, as CLOE-DIUS, it was typed when I was a kid did, as it was often spelled before the BBC ignoring Josephus in the Original when all things Italian and Roman come-backed as minstrel show, started to label him Claud--eeus. But, he said, It was not Clodius, was it I thought, he said, And thought, you’ve been talking about Catiline for six years. Well, he said, Kid, you have been talking about Catiline since 1975 actually, and…, he said, I thought, quit telling these cunts where this is headed, quit spoiling the joke. Let them, he said, Destroy Trump and put that whore monger, [we finally found the enquirer and bought them as if a holy writ as Lorry told me that men in jackets wrong for the season bought up all the enquirers as even when Teddy baseball goes Noir and Puzo It is disgustingly boring.] Cruz in there, my brother said, Who else do they strike out the Roman law of to the swiftest goes the race, Kid, who else gets to finish second and win,…shit, this country is a sewer. As I said, he was taught by priests before me by a decade and thus still drilled in Cornelius original Latin, and the priests though distracted and disdained him for his lack of belief in the cannon law, the Eucharists is, he said, for suckers, still they found him a brilliant boy who like many could have taken both Dirshowitz and the Apple of his eye Teddy, out for the count. Its Catiline, he said, Your hero, boy, and these half wits couldn’t even get that right. With disdain and circus love of all Romans worth their salt,  to what we had become, my brother turned  from Fox as is all of America, but to a Greek guy with Kramer hair, who is certain the World began by space ships and the like, as he thinks this shit is somehow more believable than the crap on war inc radical within reason all hands on deck Praetorian marches television.


He has been friends with the local Crips and the negro hoodlums since was a boy and played b ball when no white boys cared, and the pre Magic finals was on NBC after the midnight special. He received a call from his old buddy, a black guy, an aging kid hung out with at the Syrians bread shop, a reedy thin black man named Payroll, for reasons I wont get into. He got the call and went out quickly. Turn on your computer, he said, knowing I had missed I thought a deadline for a couple of comics, one I was asked for, Bikini Dracula, which haven't been answered to yet. Payroll asked him as some of his buddies still ask of me, want he the smart one, or doesn’t he draw Supermen, and the like, and within half an hour he returned with a HP office printer for me that Payroll had, uhmmm, found lets say, and since he knew I didn’t have a printer, my brother told Payroll and others if they ever came across a printer in the sad cavalcade of office machines from the only real ebonizing business in New Rome, the tearing down of homes and business, to allow New Chicago as they called it here, to like Detroit as Jews scramble to not go back to levitown, if not worse, as they fear both Plutocrat they wasted time on,  with unaware that Hillary indeed is a hack and a cunt who cant get jewey Boiney offen her calves, as it all goes feral, faster than they had ever thought, despite my play The gardens of Caesar, called anti Semitic at the time, why, who knows, it was about another Marcus, a Jewish general at the Battle of the Milvian bridge like many later told to adapt or die, like the assertion to heaven something written in Latin eons while Arabs were believing in snake gods that befit them better. The buildings go kablam, and the day workers take whatever is left in our foreclosed empire. And the keeping of all the furnishings and machines therein, if anyone of my brother buddies saw a cheap scanner to get it. Payroll had one, and I begged off, not for any ethics, I have none, but because the aging qualteis of foreclosed America is bothering me.

He said, enough of that, as I had caused him in my own mid dinner mania to fly me to staples, where the pages were done by some guy and not his friend, the cute, bobbed haired, woman who splits numbers with him. This is the America unseen by people who think their sanctimony actually matters, But see, the last time you were all one the same side, you gave us a perpetual war, and he least time the Bush crime famila stole a purple tunic, new York was burning in seven months, and that was another time that new York victims were ignored openly by the usurper Ted Cruz who thought hed sweep the antebellum south, ah but everyone has tired of the Asters and the Augusta's, literally Livia, golf club you’ve become, see above for why you don't want Trump bring wops, yids, Polocks, Russians, Armenians, Irish into your Southerner hick Klan party. [After I write this, the collapsing of anti Tiger Rory or Alan or Jordan, or whatever his name is at Augusta, showed I was on to something.] I root for Trump, I love a riot as much as a circus, a line from Saliari comic opera just to make this Roman day perfect, fuck you Tropists, I love Kat Dannings so much cant bring myself to even look at her nude pictures, not out of your Spartan blue nosed  blessedness, but gods know have seen enough. I cheer for doomed Trump, as do did for Catiline even as a boy, a boy taught by doomed pederasts who told me of Cincinnatus was before I was taught about virulent red head JEFFERSON now played by niggers in your black face hating world. I saw horrid wop movie Pompeii being shown and pushed and could only imagine it was about some slave, with ringlet Turnus hair, ah the noble savage so adored by Trope hangers, as Kat aint and cant be by the Bar Mistvah check keepers, as I could only imagine who beloved it would be by you, an English brunette as perhaps a Roman girl, maybe, as Italay is and shall forever be a fucking background for English hags in love. You see I speak fluent Italian as a boy, but don’t still, I know this that when Bush did the damage he did to America with Rove, well, these apparatchiks as equally vulgar gumba Jew Michael Savage noted, they didn't go to war, neither did their sons and no one has foreclosed upon them. I therefore classy, always the worry wort, asked my brother in the hood he could get a machine that was two year old hp for the thirty bucks that Payroll asked for, and to take it away as it was too big and bulky and could he carry it to his car himself…my brother waved it all off, Don’t worry, he said, like so much in Obama’s new Sicilia, in the duchy, a new Italay that you’re nor ready for, It fell off the back of a Blimp.


01 April 2016


Amazing to the buffoons and bag men of power Trumps lead seems to be growing, and in fact, is pulling ahead of Kaiscehech, our sweaty cup holder, should he lose in Ohio, hell get it fo sho, as is already in the rears to Goldman Sacks for thirteen million dollars, as is Ted Baxter to fiance their insurgent campaigns. Yes our Polish Icarus on wax wings tried to fly to close to the sun, but unforgettably was clever enough to go at night. Ah this little DC MARVEL cross over you have with Fox and CNN is coming asunder. as I would have guessed, despite traitor translators like Costa, company wop, up everywhere with breathless bulletins between pot pies. The mistake was getting the spics and fags involved, unnoticed of how Hillary unlike her husband cant keep the trash all together and in line like her Husband did, but then she never read Petronius, and all her unromantic campaign events have the feel of a sobriety checkpoint as she recites the alphabet backwards everywhere she is. So, you know Bill wouldn't like not let her stumble into a majority that he never connived to.

OH BUT NEXT TIME you send out Barry and his vanquished Mormon out when the days should be filled with Hillary painkilling and explaining why her button-man just want Joe Valachi, since Puzo is the only Italian genius you recite here in Gumba land, remember Barry and Bob Hopeless couldn't get traction as Cicero, see because unlike Trump, they actually made a point of castigating the dirty filthy plebs, never smart, as Goldman will find out now, as they spoke of god and guns and democratic states and that half the country was porch monkeys and welfare queens as they chased their tarp checks. Nest time you send out 'radicals' Fox news, don't send out niggers who all look like they could have shows on cnbc, and remember whoever is next president, if not Trumpie, well, none of you house everything’s is good enough to even pretend that you aren't as big a puppet as he is. And in your bats nest of Rovers, try to find someone, in your cacophony of white boys who seems to have missed a meal as say the plebes have over and over never invited to Nero’s Pig Luaus, never there close enough to hear how the alma maters from Holy Cross, is it still maters, since you know the Jesuits were hateful of woman as all get out, the plebs never hear in what contempt they re held and how this is shared pillow talk between jewie husbands and frigid blond wives, pillow talk being a throw away term as both genetically despise sex. Sex since Augustus was the first grand priest, is always something done by the trash and the filth, the elites loving abortion as much as hateful dykes. Some sort of Cide is always an imperial game, like the roles Sicilians play in everything from the Rope to Serpico, ad hoc abide by me that once said, got all the white girls and their Sicilian bag boys offen my back for good. Anyway find someone who doesn’t have to burp on the screen. Yes I saw that magical moment , a kind that cause magey glossed Megyn, the Shining Kelly to wetly look at her understudy made good calculating wings watching eyes. All the world is but a stage. Thank God, like the King James bible Willie never had to pay royalties.

This little dc marvel crossover that has Rachel and Pig man Rove on the same side is far to boring for Roman me, as again you have misjudged the term circus and all that is inherent in that disused Roman term. The people seem to be catching on, no one is as stupid as they preen as Mac The Knife say, and so, the neural angels all bereaving at the same time sound like a pig pen if not a goat pen and thus tragedy ensues. I will be catching better call Saul, as it fits my Jesuit inclination or lean and this political no not circus what could we call it, yes Palisade, a gallows with Clinton as mc, like Cutco standing there gleefully as hundred sentries were crucified like later Christ, who I think god what he deserved for saying render unto a man they keep trying to say was Augustus when in fact it was a vulgar Tyberius raping and really eviscerating ten year old Roman girls, but like now, shit niggers someone ahs to kill Arabs, and it isn’t them. What even our lackluster four Z soldier Mac Kane can in mid graceless rant and stammering can lecture us about what we say about Arabs as he dutifully and liteeally sings for gis General Dynamics supper by Barbarinioning about bombing the helpless civilians of Persepolis’s and Susa, like Alexander, shall be his! Acccch, sheesh, its all too amateur night hour for me. House coons on fox doding jiggy eye rolls and tap dancing as the well meaning bushiness blond wop looks on unwilling to say anything her bosses might disdain, w ell, this is why MSNBC went off the air, or whatever state it is in now. Is Keith on…?, wed be the better for it. I have read the roman sonnets. I have heard the chimes at midnight. Elites are an anathema to a republic, as to the plebeian ear, the laughter, ridicule and sneering of elitist sounds the way Vomit smells. Cicero said that.

Hillary made a point that she wanted to know where Boiney did you cut the toikey was at when she was in a previous life and a previous face doing some bullshit of hers, ah but that as so many Ovid-an nightmares ago, she didn't know they would find him standing behind her, praised for his devoted woik, standing behind her as Bernie, Roman gods bless him is almost like Trump at a deficit in dealing with the Bush babies and the Clintonists as he is as Tacitus said, is a decent man and this crippled in their race towards Dis. But Bill wouldn't hold her incompetence against her would he, as he , though a Ozarks Machiavelli and a Roman barefoot Marius in the weeds and the hot springs, he would allow her to gain a majority, no no Euclidean math about pluralities from Larry the magnificent when Harry Lime was in the sewers, A MAJORITY he never got. Even though in comparison to him the YWCA of her campaign rallies has the Romance and the timing and the grace of a sobriety checkpoint. Ah but dears, your marvel dc crossover Amalgam comics inst going to work, tha bag is broke, that con is up, nay more, as I am a Republican as I said, a Roman republican and wish to see turtle McConnell and his g- fivers and billionaires be sunk. But I picked up something, the bag man like Bill Ares who has more to say about Trump than he did nine eight years of Wars and drones, and move on .com, no wait its an Org, as its a scheme, they now have house coons on fox between eye-rolls and Stepin Fichet takes barely saying that somehow they weren't taking credit for this on Friday night as again, you've been had and didn't think it trough, and you made the ultimate mistake Rodger, you allowed the alley cats like Bill Ares into the yard. Never take the side of your nemesis argument, I read Napoleon as a boy, and so now, a certain Imperial deceit, thus sadness shows as Bush baby thinks and schemes hell get in on Rachel's back, Good luck on that one, baby Huey.

And now they hope to stay there no matter who gets the tin crown , as believe me, if Ted wins in, as Rachel deserves, you ll find out everyone will think Trump wasn't so bad. What booted yours station so much, the anti war, the committing to not cutting entitlements, a vow by the by that Hilly wont take, as there seems to be a floor to her lies as never with Roman Bill, showing why he was better at this and she is perpetually reading the aligned backwaters to us on one leg. Still I havent seen anything this fraudulent in politicos where the con of the res publican of Augustus must be a given lest one lose his head, since 1992 when also as openly and brazenly over fed white men and their imperial hag wives and lesbians and their owned coons were trying to derail Clinton and, thus, openly again, they walked about with buttons recanting the intitled credo of ABC. No not the third rail of bad television, not where Ann and Donald flit about the magic cesarean city of new Amsterdam, no it meant, dryly, meanly coldly and calculating, ANYBODY BUT CLINTON. And the hacks and pimps of empire were right, he couldn’t get a majority, although was smart enough to know that recruited Ross Perot as a third man, though again, he plays Harry lime, whether you like it or not. This story is open and out there reacted to in usual affable stunned and gaping mouth of the plebe in the seats as there was no fourth wall to the Roman theater something again we must give credit to Shamspaerere for you know in the stenographers heart had arts, by grand old dunkey Irish perpetually shocked aging political operative Mark Shields, a recollection in me of all the Irish priests I had, seen by me with a smirk and a love of grain alcohol and the boys, as opposed to the Italian priests who all had a thing for Juliette and Sophia when she appeared in the million dollar movie. This story as also recounted by hag named Maureen Dowd who sued it to show that Mario Cuomo would be forever called Hamlet, for not showing the patrician and louvered needs of power that has turned somehow the slog between Princeling Bush and Mother Gertrude Hillary into a full out and a conjoining federal investigation causing hilly’s eyes to be soaked in Mescaline more each day.

The men of the back room, these holy papists some smoking two dollar cigars, came together in the back room of political hacks, that Fox and they shall pay for it, have made into when crucifying goes bad, as like the Simpsons never going away, Fox is never good at knowing when to fold em, as the chicken man woefully say. Hard sale is our Jewish creed and you’d think that by now they’d know the more thick they ley it on, the more Trumpy rises as the trash remember them…?, the people have bemoaned tired of your rot. The hacks and thugs and pimps of power came to Mario, sure that Bill Clinton was more Roman circus than he was Jewish high holy days, remember they were quite sanctimonious in to the face of ignominy this country was before, you know, all the houses in Detroit could be bought for 1000 a pace and the ruins were made as usually as in Cuba for the derailed darkers to dance in, perhaps maybe a vulgar , too white woman volutes amason in one of the Roman ruins in the unleaded waters there, could voluptuously dance suggestively in the green marble waters or the eqivilant of Michigan Sonoco station run off, but then I saw a review by some Jewish film hack who seemingly hated Frederico and De Sica, and can you imagine, maybe Freddy bit not De sica, as the Jewish slob was bothered by the famous scene of to him chubby Anita in the Grove of bricks waters, as one could hear this Jews secretly steaming about the various black men with fat blonds he was seeing then even in the great eternal and emerald city he thought a perfect safe haven away from the goys and the shit. It was stuff like that that erned me both censure and yet admiration from Empire and other Film magazines, as Ma says to me when still boyishly mischievous and to hid something, I went there and am already back. Turns out I was told too , being far aways with my distaste for Rosencrantz and the arsoner of Kane, perilous Pauline, was shared at least in the silences and away from the parties of power and placement. The point of these essay. Everything dirty and good happens in the dark and too, porno, like the mass, is berthed in too much false light.

The era then was the same in that the sort of sanctimonious shit they like to slather themselves in while thieving, and so, they asked Mario, seen by all as above board and poetic, all but David Brinkley somehow, who had gone too eagerly from wry anti- Cronkite to dying lizard. And with a G5 on the tarmac, the showy men came to Mario, still new York Gouvner, incubator of Roosevelt’s. They asked him to take the nomination, by acclimation after a play at republic that even a girl, Laura, a perfect name, Ingram, knows would be death to the party, and thus put Hillary right on, ah, a sleazy plan, but I don’t trust Hillary to do anything by rote, no lesbian can. If you think Hillary s a reliable plan B, well then you hadnt like me been schooled in the viscidities of women equally those who ape and preen they are men, by Jesuits, as I was. Good luck with that, as our withcipeoo flies on a broom across the moon, sure this time she will pat Bugs Back. And Mario differed, a decent man amid the pimps. He couldn’t be, this ex Pittsburgh Pirate, like Castro, he couldn’t take a nomination, as an first Italian American presidential candidate, one of the scents of ethics you passed over quickly once finding a half breed in the Chaney family to make Black Narcissuss, ah but eh drowned in the folds of indigo assuredness. Oh look he wants to put a white man on the bench as his lasting creed. Go home, Benedict, believe me no ill will, just go home, go Cincinnatus once, cause if Ted or Hillary are in theirs as Cavuto’s masters plans don’t blow up in their face again, get out of town, as there can only be one prima Donna per company, and with Ted or Hillary as the chosen one, and with the good housekeeping seal of approval on their chests like wally’s masterwork, superduperman, believe me, you wont want any part of it. Mario deferred forever as said, getting the term Hamlet stuck to him, as now Maureen who always takes the aside of whoever is closing, an oldest truck, now activates Hillary for her Lupine devotion to hanging from that leach. Mario didn’t allow them, good Jesuit student he was as was I and Bill and Newt and Gore and Orson and all, he knew the republic meant something, of course it doesn’t to Boiney, although not to be a bitch, but why are her transactions as a speech maker as a private citizen on the table, but her possible felonies as a gummit official are not, why is one too low a blow and the other a campaign theme… why would what she did as a private citizen by somehow be castigated for and yet possible crimes an the fact she readied over the death of Seals somehow not, ….Ah Verb your enthusiasm a joke I used six years before Loran caught up. And back then in our perpetual now, and he, Mario, the last Lombardi before we were all Globists telling people on cable television that Bellcheat was brilliant even if it means a scathing veiwership, couldn’t take that seat thinking of all the Sacco and Vanzetti’s once heroes to old fags who taugt me the Roman rites well, and Turnues who came before , and he didn’t. When Bill Clinton was given the opportunity to name a supreme court justice, however, recalling this, he offered it to Mario, who declined again, showing perhaps the ends and means of powre arenet all they are cracked up to be, and sometimes it isn’t a bad idea to just go back to the farm. Like after Scalia died I saw people seemingly actually saddened for the giant who was Mario, now recapped again as if by Vogue, with sweaty and yet robtic spcis who are openly eulogized about how much better they were than the people, again you assholes of empire don’t get it, as only Baglala had the decency to say he was the republicans John Edwards, a man too slick and sleazy even for politics, which is saying something, to which as a feared moment of unvarnished truth ant ethical to the white girls and their boring porno, neither love nor sex, fifty shades of blah, the yentas snarled and sighed, although when one thinks about it, he was the one who started going after the size of his enemies penis, which is amusing how boring and yet vulgar, the acceptable hacks of fox news can actually be.

I had a better time as long as Jon Stewart had his face on my Google page, as it went a long way to tamp down the hypocrites, as now again have fraud people calling my super heroines mysogist, you know, not blond, which makes me ask, what do these hacks and no bodies think they are going to get...? Like with Alan Moore, I was getting likes from Berne, beerrrrnoe, Boiney you sonabitch!, before most of you pay for players preened to march for him. I DID a lot of work this winter and went no where, including a few EC like horror comics, with my witch Lucy, that I cameoed in others work to their delight, Turan and Opps a tarot card of Tuscan goddess, a pin up postcard, the kind men like, the enraged laurelled centurion poster for propaganda, whose Machiavellian italic credo was lost on some hack who called it fascist or something, oh go bomb a hospital, and sent somehow else, and a comic with a Van Gogh background will again send somewhere else. I did get four lines on the resume, including a movie clip , but did about eight things and have yet to hear from anyone on six things, which frankly Ill take a womanish bullshit and misaligned labels of you good white trash, rather than just sit there and be un able to send a comic somewhere else.

The great Wendy Fiore, it seems has suspended her modeling career a sad note to make. I always found her a lovely sprite from the forrest of the Claudine forks in the road, both wops as ugly women something nowhere to our dying republic than not, but alas the Jews have need new niggers since they were allowed in as priories of the technocolor bath as it were. As Wendy always struck me as a voluptuous vocation Roman goddess, a truest punctura, the heart of the matter, amid the hags in over frosted hair. I don’t even have another Brunetta to compare her to, perhaps Max Black, if that, but not really, as in my esteem that she had a blond quality to her, not much seen in a land of cahiers in the Jennifers anymore, and thus acceptable to the closeted everythings. Wendy seemed a brunette variation of Kim Novak, coyly pretty and equally in the awful word of various Prada wearing demons hags, Ethic, catholic dream girl per excellence. So the ninnies in the spurned porno sites, the ones heeded only to find by me the latest her, all others even likable Jewish Daphne and big momma blond Kayla, all others seemed redundant, meaningless, unexceptional, useless as a half naked , she wryly knowing that was both burdensome to some and yet, all the more beguiling. Here was this woman creature born on a dolphin the Etruscan variation to the Greek dirty joke of a clameshell, never as Tacitus said is the faggy parts ever far from their most screed texts, why they are unreadable after all. Here was this woman with the cleaves of goddesses, where one handed typist weirdo sad sissy and closet everything and questioners and ninnies got what they wanted as they seemed to hector this girl as they did not do to two hundred pound fatties who eat crullers during cunnilingus, showing the American Circus at its unromantic and yet Fellini best. Do praise your faggot arts, as the priests always adored my voluptuous heroines as the Jews of marvel said my vundergirls all looked colored. Revel in your trimophi, the sissies, faggots, closeted terse, ninnies who hectored the girl unseemly and who said nothing to the whales of a pin up girl as they sipped and spewed their cum like a toxic run off, I am nothing of not Romantic, they got their wish as Wendy has seemingly backed away as your ilk, as had been doing to pretty girls I noticed since a boy in a high school, where wops unlike me showed their interest as football rapists, an undercurrent to your new found love of poor football players that no one seems to recall anymore.

I hope Wendy gets ahead, the fact shed want to bother the calculating fags of these websites, as I do see her as a brunette variation of chubby and zaftig and voluptuous and sixties and golden aged Antia Ekberg, as she would look good In the fountain of a million notte trevi made for Lorenzo, maybe better in Tony Bordains wretched industrial porn of Detroit, that show more touching than food porn and CNN ought, as like the awful and heinous Fellini, always playing good wop, no one now would think of putting her there. She was made to be a dame painted as dangerous and alluring on a signet paperback of a hard boiled detective, which in our land of queer wives, and left over hard and brittle queer wedding cake, more Mrs Haversham than the Mama of the Gallery, smoldering she is, such was her always best feature and the flaw in all of her arguments.

11 March 2016


Throwing away nothing, I thought of using an Aunt Frizi satire I did of a pretty ex starlet  with two children she cared for suddenly made a gumshoes secretary in  a prequel of my comic world, and brought into a Mike Hammer world, a cute idea I never completed, like so much. 

I re did some of this added some ideas, the middle aged Odin Valentine, as an Orson, the Hollywood millue, the killing of an Arthur Lake like Dagwood beginning it all, and such, as was invited to insert some pulp noir comics into a collection. However, was told It couldn't be my Rag, as that was copy-written, by me, and that was that, I had too make something up. While doing this got a sense of things , and kept at it, until reasoned though as told I had to return to Facebook, they hadn't gotten back to me yet, as others who hadn't asked me to go to Facebook surely have, so I dropped it. 

There are things I cant do, and I find out and out grave robing is one, as there are things I cant get myself to do. I left a message on Facebook for these hacks, like the lesbians, so upset by a Roman hero, their circumspection is a ruse. Still from this have a script for a noir festival invited to, and can only sue the name Captain Marble, with aplomb, as the hero crated by Odin Valentine, as though he exists as a parody in Get Lost I think, satire magazine, I did as a ten year old think myself quite the wit in ovo for coming up with that name as a first go to for what became Captain Magnus, so think its mine even if not. But, found I cant do another line, right now, a long cold lonesome winter, the months unnamed by the early Italics, spent with Max and Caroline showing the world out there, and was invited to place a comic, again not Rag or hero of any kind , to a collection looking for scifi and fantasy, which am not in the mood for. But thinking about doing a Franzetta like comic, a Heavy metal Serpieri Druuna of my own, so, went too a site I knew had images of these Seventies comics and like sexual and heroic images by various ethnic men. This alleged cartoonist decries these old days, the Sixties no less, as some sort of dark age, oh what klansmen we all were before voting for Queen  Dido, eventually you know after not, and this is sanctimony that obviously has gotten  under everyone's  skin. He went on and on, each railed against as Racist, ah the tar of later Dimsdales, racist all the new tsarists that the fat co eds preach about before and after but not during drunken game days, or the kind of shows Hitler would have approved of. I liked Cracked as a kid, found it a lighter,  less pompous, less hypocrites Mad, and so looked up image of the great Bill Ward, who of course along with Oh Wicked Wanda,  adored by me as a young cartoonist as a high point of the art, oh how they were trashed by this middle aged truant now on the road to Damascus, or is it Valhalla, or what could be the difference, once the Jews are paid not to bitch about our Thors. He ripped these cartoons apart  for racism, in a pretty black girl being drawn by Ward as he drew woman, as its racist, especially when you don't draw them blond. Yechh, I thought, but again saw the flaw in their middle brow middle spread argument.As a great cartoonist at Cracked, Rodriquez, a shake lined master who also worked at Lampoon as did Ward and Olcheck , so much for quotes around Art, what me funny...?, he did a back cover great moments in history in which a Italian cartoon crafts a wheel with purple fake feet on it to smash grapes at a higher rate, and thus Guido Calvaanti or some name like that invents the assembly line in 1846. Cute and almost true. But the magnanimous Whistler didn't deign or wish or even act to place his contract need to tel us what is racist, before showing it all again, which makes me wonder what does that make you...? Again, another Cracked had as a boy was an issue devoted to crime in which a Capone like gangster painted by Sevrin is walking along wearing an armory as the janitor looks on, again a cute image. But, again, the albuminous arbiter of all which si so decent and noble is silent here as he was at the stomping grapes joke, which shoos again, sanctimony always falls apart as I as a boy was warned by smarter unmarried queers, than around now, as eventually there is something or someone that the clerks of decency do not want to make their arguments for, and don't even think to do and are thus trapped. I couldn't abide this hack and his parapet of self righteousness as again it always falls apart when you need the Italian too laughingly be the last minstrel  show and or Western or blood comedy that you have left. He wishes to put down the age of Aquarius because the cows and fruits now are I SEE WILLING to allow Khan to go from virile and dignified Spanish speaking actor to English schoolboy, same as making the Joker a meth head, showing the American creed.

I must make note that Johnnie Manzel was cut today by a half breed high yellow house negro who , as they are want, always , like playdo on four color comics, take up the antipathy of the white trash  who own them. You did your praetorian jobs, oafs , Jews, white boys, fags and niggers, and I cant wait till September when this coon high yellow as he is runs into the buzz saw called the Rooney Curia. Smerch, or whoever runs the NCAA had a hard on for Johnnie since a dollar sign made as that brought questions of why higher education while lecturing us about cartoons it finds unacceptable, dont pay its gladiators like the Romans had. Johnny was supposed to be a Cowboy, yo spit in fates eye,  and the deceitful little hacker heart of Drama adoring Jerrah knew as much, he was prepping for his close up,  before his ever so thoughtful son  put in a name of another Lineman, and how well did that work out when you had a second great wall of Dallas with no one behind it. Gee, Jerrah, would you have gone 0-7 with magic Johnnie on the bench last year, but then I dont slur circus as a pejorative, as do house coons on sports television when they are not yucking it up with veracious rapists, whose true crimes are never notified by Broad city, seventies penthouse pet, cutie pie Sarah Spain in her luckies tinted voice, as again she recalls in me all which I fear lost as we have a praetor who openly cant show up at a state funeral but will give rites for any pimp not shot in Chiraq. Now see we Romans boys we know the score of draughts as Bill C, shit Negroes, not only go to a funeral and play Cardinal well, for an extra fiddy hell give the Eulogy. Its the Antony is us. The age of clerks might be over, as the SSTrump steams along, with his enemies devastated, when he crashed past the memorial Imperial Robert C Bird bridge and viaduct,  and he sped on as again an Italian could have told you, sanctimony is the worst sin a circus can commit. Oh wicked Wanda must be somewhere else, and think of not doing another job after so many fell through. This is the golden age...? We are the mods we are the mods we are we are we are the mods....