25 March 2015


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


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.

13 March 2015


Though I once thought myself heir to the poverty dignity of Franciscans and thought much of the lowered end acrimony, I must admit lately I have started to spit that bit out, as I have become, like America  tired of the nobility of the exacerbated. The various places even willing to listen to me are low end indeed and though some poor mans Marvels thought  was putting them down, I had to show my Juvenal ethos by making sure that the ragged , the ghettoes and the bodega like and the Sicilian at truth have always held a Place in My Roman heart. Disney buys up the known imagination land world, this is fine by me, who cares, I only wish I had been good enough to have my bones picked by Abrams, the Ringo of now, as I still look upon Fletcher Hanks and Roman walls scratches as a epitome of Modern arts, in ways untoward and unliked by men of a white caliber who show up pontificating in Charlie Rose verbally farting and Poor Charles as they answer their own questions, if any at all. I did have to stay up and watch Brilliant Brian Denni-hey and his Irish drunkard aplomb on here, as captivating as ever, as Nathan Lane chortled through gorgeous television, making me recall an earlier Susskind age when people actually said something. Sadly Jesuit trained me, always willing for an argument, is out of place among the woman that they hated, as censorship is their only weapon, as womanish brains like theirs and Scorsese cant imagine anything better until of course they as they must, have to ask, did I say that, well I certainly didn’t mean it… But I was told today that Rag could only be 54 pages, and no more, and if a efiles could only be 200 MB which doesn’t seem like a little bit, but to me, king of grayscale, it is. So Rag returns almost in whole to its beginning as a two man play, as Dore entices Veronica at all star to replace the blond hussy, and Big Hank is out, only half of CM on mars meeting Alan M., and lastly to show the story of V, Pogum appears as a five page insert to tell us what has occurred. But Ratman is out, too a Gag comics Mad like ten pager explaining Uberman as perfectly as satire can. I often resent these plebeian chores, the codex’s that Augustus thought were hoops were only the poor had to jump through as they do pale a premium everywhere on people having the ability to say anything, though occasionally lets chicks in from YOU TUBE who prime to be as close to clean and healthy and decent and self centering as even the filthy can be, as again my tastes have always run twirled at  Juvenal-ish as I have said, at least Mel Brooks, as the principate gags on sanctimony  but I have noted through the accusations of general dynamist liberals on the pad that Barry has, like with Bullets, been quicker to drop any argument like its hot, and the sanctimony has a shorter shelf  life than bananas,  as even the insinuations they are not wholly owned commission taking bribe stealers, at any scold the good liberals and libertines, Queers and perfects at the sacred rights, and not in a Roman farcical way, those even amused to be slightly disliked ideas of flags and mice by the censors at Fox, no idea can be not dropped and reversed quick. Unlike many radicals  I have been at a black mass, its much like the original but slightly more plageristic of Bacchus rites you were sure were more fun and had better caliber of trade if you know what I means... if not Dantes Inferno, always looking for a Beatrice,  sadly seeing only Brown  students,  woman poets making sonnets to woman's hygiene products, and fat blonds playing Bellona, For a lover of Catiline, I find the consigliore reverting to terms once heinous like punks and thugs to anyone even grazing a praetorian guard is below Roman addled me, but then what dos one expect from a house everything who before he became Malcolm X was buying imperial vacated sentences from the closest Augustus he could find. After the black chick Jessica turned down the carcass known s the daily show, perpetual guest host Tina Fey is being discussed as it widow at the wake, which, well  I won’t say it. Still, it would befit America to see her still dowsing a Fargo imitation to allow the Klansmen grandchildren to know who we can ridicule and who not, right after she is of coursed alerted. I must admire someone who became the Weekend update anchor for Life, like a cardinal. Hey maybe Dr Evil can be her show runner, but don’t expect any forth satire, forth canto, forth eclogue, unless of course, as Bruno explained the universe, one pulls out reallllll far.