02 September 2015

THE SUBURB OF GOD.










My mother didn’t much care about the way Brunettes started to be shown in this dreaded culture, after Jane Russell had to give way to a younger fatter more porcine and silly Marilyn. Who both were so drug addled as both used the other that with JFK, as Gore said, he no fan at the end of either, too Capote, said famously, neither could get an erection. Before it was spewed  against woman like Katy Perry, the transvestite slur was sued against no less than Garbo and Harlow and Marilyn, that they were all transvestites, which makes sense, as if one was  transvestite and needed to steeled in fakeness the first thing they’d do would be put on a blond wig. My mother could care less, she was not anyone’s war bride where, as told me Abortion beaconed less verboten in puritan America as soon as Italian wives wouldn’t use birth control, as again like spics cleaning  our imperial  toilets, in Sparta, the comparison is always a remnant of what those in power already want.

But my father, more than I, broiled at such shit, acutely Hanna Barbara, who he decried angered once I had a Fred Flintstone on golden book as a kid, a gift, as he was sure that these hacks wops did what company men did, and made sure Veronicas were always petulant and Wonder women clay Lesbos. I did see him sometimes watch Lynda Crater as a remnant of what he recalled the italic girls ere like as when he was a kid, those girls with the gates of goddesses that house wops like Romano would only use, if at all, as italic mistresses, or dead first wives, or left behind Beatrice’s, as the Jew playing the wop came to America to marry some blond or worse yet, some republican bitchy brunette everyone hates, as a way to get ahead in the old new world. He really hated Hanna Barbara knowing they were wops who did a business in such, and asked me once when I said that I thought of film as an art form or at least a business to get into, whattdayew wnana play pallacchi and uno grimmali all your life....? Dey aint no Beatrice’s dere, he told me once in English, knowing my Jesuitical proclivities, and sometimes I think of that old men as I gaze or cut a image of Wendy into my film as I realize I am more like him that not, which frightens me to bits. He would have loved her, though my mother was tall and lean and svelte, he loved the bombshell, especially the Italian bombshell with Boccaccio gusto. It is in our blood and any wop who sniffs after blond cunts like a Jew is merely trying to gain upwards mobility or whatever marring a Pollock can bring in Scorsese land.

But my father despised Hanna Barbara, as it seemed to him as a grimy Disney, worse than that, as they always made Pinocchio little Swiss boys though the story was based in Collodi’s Sicily. In the ancient  Yellow Books of my parentage, there was an edge that Walt left off as he seemed the truest danger and predator in the never true main street he helped to create, which like so much in my sophisticated age of youth, was bankrupt before Regan rebooted American bullshit better than any Constantine ever did. But It was Joe and William who bothered him and theirs versions shown when I was a boy that he sneered and fumed at, again, my mother who you’d think would be off put as she wasn’t meant to, couldn’t care less, as one of the point to be married to an older man, like Sophia, she said, was to quit getting pawed by Dago thugs, who as much as anyone, eschew the blond cream cheese queens for the Cynthia’s, Catullus’ Beatrice,  that even Puzo knew that they yearn for , especially to escape the carping fish wives made famous in television city. He despised these Saturday morning cartoons, I think he thought Archie was theirs too, as another Italian named De Carlo lost his love of the vavoomy scantily clad brunette cold war mistress, to make another go to in Veronica for good white girls and jewfish hacks to think somehow it was pretty brunettes who made their lives in high school unbearable, as they sharpened pencils and picked up handkerchiefs drooped by Kotex patrol blond cunts. He dispels this crew, especially the dreaded to him vulgar Flintstones, and wondered aloud how they could so openly rip off Ralph and Ed, or Top Cat Sergeant Bilko, who he was sure Phil Silvers was Italian. It made me laugh in a Spielberg cartoon about history that Machiavelli was given a Phil Silvers voice, and that in fact, not wanting Zero Mostel, the producers of a funny thing happened on the way to Forum wanted him, Silvers, Vaudeville incarnate, to play the scheming play writing Plautus ante hero. And to be fair the Jews were almost wiped out by one of sheik sultans who like the Spic conquistadors, and too, Jew killers we may not recall as they become a new race of saints, and most Jews left in the world, as said in my Gardens of Caesars are left from a lost tribe moved by Constantine to Sicily, which would make the sopranos a double infama, as Ma would say. I’m not white enough to need the Spanish as my pool boys or weed killers, as so with what the Italians have had to deal with since Copula first decided to make the mafia an opera in ways Robert Altman and Ilya could not, I don’t chew what I say about the spawn on Torquemada slave trades or hemispheric genocide, as I have never much like the American ethic of compassion coming so closely with making sure you truck in trash who don’t know the English word for Unionize. 





2. On  a you tube video I watched as it was recommended to me , you know as the ghost of Jobs is out there watching, calibrating, herding us all towards what the carnival barkers think we want, I saw the aged and still brilliant Gore Vidal discussing the work of Italian master Italo Calvino. Now, like all Italian geniuses and or Hesperian pretty girls’ for some reason, an insurgent coasted antipathy towards anything this brilliant must be done, as somewhat like Niggers, Italians are only acceptable when on like Law and order they are buffoonish bloated befuddled sweat peaked morons eating Jared less grinders now, as this America the land of the free and the home of the typed. In this clip, some Indo Augean Indian Indian, like Persians they are perpetually telling their white woman tropes what they are not, as do their in laws, and in this clip, this Ravishman, this subject of the crown, kept trying to imply and infer that if he wasn’t a spic, that somehow Calvino was a French writer. It was inconceivable to this nut brown Sheikh for Calvino to have been slotted into a Italian literature, which he had become, as Calvino admitted in his brilliant essays, went back to Ariosto, who doesn’t even get the credit for his Catherine’s,  or in law jokes, much less his Angelina’s. Still, such is life in the new Reich, with only a higher caliber of writer such as midnight child Salmon to admit that Calvino was a giant, as the goody white chicks like their magic realism with a healthy does of darkest green. Gore admitted as much that if he was a Latin American, emphasis on the Latin, he didn’t unlike sepia trash like Marquez really coon it up with Marxist leanings paradisiacal bullshit, proffering a paradiso to any inland happy nation of happy days carburetors and ruined foutainblues. Calvino did write a compendium, unlike the Jew York times I try at last try to sue the Latin words a close as a bar bar language can come, called Italian Folktales, as a Grimm’s of the Apennines, but then, once dealing with the middlebrows, as the lefty hand shuffle is father out of sight, you gets what you gets.

A self appointed sheapard of the republic, another disk jockey theologian, another radio head, named Preager, I heard booming out as sunup caused local stations to become more powerful, as he as speaking to some hack, a scribbler for Christ, someone who I take it left Time and Luce to be at the ruin called natl Review, who had of course written a book about their favorite subject good vs. evil. Mostly this is less like the Aquinas idea than good is something that pays compound interest in the bank of America as I said, and evil are those rats that live worse than even the blacks of New Judea, without even a college system of blood sports to left their sinking boats. Why was this booming out so early I thought, another’s station, once of Doug and Bev and Phil Musick to be gobbled up as the Christers make America safe for whatever they wish to make America safe for, though dominate for thirty years still like playing as they did in ancient Rome, when Paul insisted to the slave holders, they re in positions of power, and like to keep that self amen interest and returns even in the great beyond, which is what all Christianity as before Islam turned Heaven into Petronius salon, and in come the virgins. Sad to think that these Arabs willingly kill to have a harem in the afterlife, when fifty bucks in any American city on a Saturday night can do just as well.

This hack went on and on about Marxist theory, as with some Romans the worse thing that could happen was Carthage being destroyed, and after all it was more fun and more Virgilian of a struggle when good old Russia was there with its Bolshoi everything’s, as they didn’t see fit to cut the throats, if they’re lucky, of ballerinas, and like Peter the great wished to be a new Rome, rather than to destroy it. German thought was a nilist drag on humanity, well tell me something I do not know, as no matter how many Luther’s and or baptisms in rivers take place,  at that wasteland of Germania will ways be populated with white niggers hanging in trees, wishing to burn their way to Corsica, always for no discernable reasons. There had to be Italians and Jews thrown in to this, of course, what it being Sunday, the Roman day of rest , and sacred to the sun god, get it, Catha, see...?, and so knowing they audience, they behave to lay it on thick lest the in laws get upset. Something about the dread Milton, only Beowulf is worse, as again somehow Western Civilization has become Judea Christian, so fuck you Greeks, much less the Arabs, as both hate Scheherazade. In this group of middlebrows thinking it learned, a telling moment happened. In decrying  this all about schools, how nilistic they had become, evasively on those days Lee Corso  wasn’t cooning it up and whopping it up amid the bongs and drunken rapists, ah the Romans will always be with us, you Semite bastards whether you like it or not, so like Paul, fit that Koran accordingly for eternal city acceptance, or else, this buffoon Preager in low growl, admitted that those cretins know there is no ultimate truth. I’d say natural law, but again its more Roman than not, and nether is no man and no woman. I wonder if it was heard by this pompous stooge as it as heard by sleepy me, as that proviso, of no man no woman sound faintly echoing. Who else said that, no man no woman, the alpha and the omega, the wholeness of things...oh that’s right Ovid, and since it as in a Roman book of the first century, Jew baby Jesus havening been steeped in Jewish effrontery early, used it as he used so much, showing again, if you think Christ was a radical, well, you must be stupid or went to Holy Cross, or…

I had enough of this, and lowered this shit down, as the days of Julian as a new York times best seller list was over, as even then, though in open warfare with Vidal over the city and the pillar, they expect their fags dying in Venice, see elsewhere about how Jews and white woman already have the tragedies and HBO cartoons they wish for us all to live out, and I decided to get up earlier than Id like. Funny that this book, castigating the American educational system ,was coming out just as espn as already shilling and pushing its new years days slate of games, all as pointed towards this I guess, though as lately too hot to even think about Football unless a house coon or Jew or goon of ESPN, much les to think about left over Christmas and saturnalia decorations dustily on the walls as the football games were going on, maybe again on a channel as we watch those watching television, which is what I guess TV as always headed towards all along. Like Fraud and the ubermench this again as one of the horrid thoughts that comes out when Germany thinks itself anything more than the Apaches triumphant, the thin layer of civility on the spawn of those who lived in trees, and who broke civilization once and think of it as their golden age. I was still resentful at those comic hacks and their sanitized paternalism white woman bullshit, their dark peach melba deign 2 marker Race bating, their deep engrained white woman hatred of the stoic hero as they bitch at other cunts about the fan boys America is lousy with as they check their dating apps. Ah the point Roman Tony has been making all along, say what you’d like, but these women even fat lesbians now dream of marriage, and nothing but, Michelangelo’s rooms and walls recalled by strips explaining Sadie Hawkins day, these hags are devoted to their first dance, even the fagots now shot gunned married, we’ve come a long way since the bathes, as no the knocked off lil Greek boys ash made it to CNN where he shines his ways through the last cop killing until told to knock it off seated next to the rainbow coalition of prosecutors, as gay marriage itself, moving the ball like a crooked Belicheat always to be played on a tilted playing field. Only the Romans thought sports were the one thing you shouldn’t cheat it, as then, what is the point of if you could Jew your way to a championship,... Thumbs down.

3. But speaking of our Vanderbilt and his la cote Basque conception, as what becomes a legend more in Capotes tomb in new York, really it should be a city monument, as Andy and the best of the shills try so hard to Newter Trump, who I egg on as if a sox less Roman tired of the swells and their shit stuffed pigs. On the channel of sanction and persona non grataing, between the railroading’s, there was a show about to them heinous talk show host and nothing more than that, Morton Downey Junior who was always funny and admired by me, for that worst of all sins, passion amid the silencers and the fags, as like in much, the Italianate properties of Jersey are to be made fun of with a cardinals airs, much less be given voice to, as the Italians it turned out became the first and best Serfs. Knights too, but then thanks to Disney, Hollingshead and Lucas we call anybody but Italians as that. 



On the film, slightly more demeaning and emasculating than the on done on Rodger Ebert, but not by much, as the middle everything’s have their Mortons made relative in every fall, Morton as shown as if, and with kill bill cartoon magna reactions mind you, some sort of mischievous phantom menace, who thank god was killed off, allowing the good ivory towers  at Turner Broadcasting to go from Andy Griffith marathons and Marythons and that girl reruns after the Braves lost games again to being the arbiter worthy of Fared shilling us the news from Davos masters. Morton was defiled and emended, why He liked sex with guuuurls, once could hear Andiepoo almost swoon with da vapppahs, and he was a cigarette smoking demon  from Milton himself, how like all the English fagot sued Kemeter tunneling up from hell to his own petty barbarian arts, but again as Gore said, without the good parts. As Eve was never no Turan, even if a brunette I believe in this book to really sell the Pandora aspects. Morton was thankfully another victim to middlebrow, another sacrifice on the alter of decent and nobility and fake  grace and acceptable humor, the antithesis of satire, sorry,  and faggy and salon pause, with Andie as its newest queer national scold, and Morton far too Secaucus and new jersey like for a Vanderbilt to get behind, hooo boy!, as  his ivory tower showed it took a while, but the Roman arts of the slurring slimming biography is the best shiv in a land of political knives. Morton was from  time immemorial, recast, resented, they had it seemed run out of targets of Vanderbilt slime, as we have finally found Gloria Vanderbilt Junior at last, and Capote is dead and buried at if not wounded knee, the Manhattan 53rd street Y, or maybe the parking lot at tavern on the green. Mort, like maybe Truman too, was too rambunctious for the age of Imult telling his soon to be floored Pollock’s to get off the free trade kick, as that was going through as  all republics die, as in the age of Obama are a fate accomplished, and don’t you forget it, but then, again, that’s why the interregnum that gave birth to both occupy and a tea party  is having stadiums filled now for the socialist and  the plutocrat, as Trimalchio is the bathroom, and finally, the nation of Beulah’s isn’t as fat and happy as it sued to be. Glenda Beck continues his step man assault against Trumpy as he did Newt, ah but alas, perhaps the people are so whipped and beaten down that only your Gods are mute, anode they won’t let a little drunkard lead them again to you getting paid off.

But I must come to the defense of Morton Downy, at least it was something to watch on a indigent wor, as opposed to the shining calculus that Andy gushes at us, spurting out of the human dick, each day as he is one moment Cronkite, one moment giggling like a school girl, Uriah heap tear ducts always at the ready, our mole is always on stage, he lives his part, does Gloria junior, Cornelius shame, one can only imagine the ox bow incident that that house was, confederate swords on the wall, moose heads and boys being payed off if not buried before anyone thought they were missing. I have never been a fan of the gothic. But all the time he is irritatingly close to the guy who tells us about hotel rooms via trivago. See, of course as a mouth for heirs, hose wop called Bianculli who has made a career out of being  a low level Shelby for the first draft civil war series  that is cnn, came on and threw a half eaten grinder at the grave of Morton, take that, as Bianculli is the worst sort of wop, a house company man who will parade Mussolini and or Stalin as that Jew York times hack did, just don’t send me back to Providence kind of wop and he trashed Morton, as who doesn’t go to television to find their deep thinking...? Oh as with Hogan’s heroes, the wop must always make sure he spits way downwards lest he hit a white woman on the way up, this house wop, this house everything’s as disparaged Morton, as we soon enough find less bombastic, their favorer word for those they hate here, bust still not too far from the sound effects they love in Sparta that reclaimed and remake war, and a Joisey Jew doing incessant wop shit would be fine, like Limbaugh who knows that in the land of the hypocrite, the soliloquy is  the only speech. Concurrently as Mort did, let others speak, always a no no,  and lettings someone else spoke is something they try to avoid. You know like Limbaugh burping into the mike, who ability to shoot down trail balloons made him worth his pudgy weights in gold.

But, the Ivory togas trashed Morton so for giving a voce to the bridge and tunnels, no Kemeter here, you'll stay in Jersey Inferno only coming up to be in law and order or from that as  a farm team play similar unbeautiful creatures in HBO wop comedies, and that's it, was not the sparkling tower of Etruscan brilliance and helmets that the wolf men Romans could so easily demean as we sue the same rewards to this day, but what don't we...? See, while Morton was being destroyed by those who like their discusser's soft and clean and Greek and decent and civil, you know, like Cross fire, hated first by Jewry jonnie all ways on the look out as diva for a Keith getting too close to the stage, I recall what was happening in the feral street world that Turner likes thinking of as his own private Duchy now that he has made it up from both slavery and the UHF dial. See, while Morton was playing out the Tragedy all Irishmen must and are more willing to play than the Italians, they  who bite back more than the Jews would like, see The Gallery by John Horne  Burns elsewhere here, this House of Cooper, this la Cote Basque of wor services, this Paddy Chaivsky nightmare, back when Morton was doing flag shticks, this channel as  it likes to, destroyed peoples lives, as Turner like Kane knew the true etches of journalism,  as that the headline is big enough...see, while Morton as doing his Roman Forum bit, as passion is not only not catching they try to keep it like weapons germs in frozen boxes, this channel was destroying the lives of people on this say so of children held up above the crowds and made to tap dance at recitals, as if a basketball honey showing the visiting Negroes what they had left behind lest swing through San Anton. For no reason but ratings and kirons, and drags and tickers and breathless reporting while not mentioning aids, and maybe too, as the Jesuit priests  trashed too, was all there to fit a Reganite narrative of God hating fags and Arabs, both delineated in your faggot Aeneid called a bible. This was as I recall, an arson but boisterousness, with no disernable evidence but goaded kids, with ten year olds mugging for the camera, Turner and his goofballs, already warning all about the depraved and queer, see above stranger dangers, ran with overheated Pulitzer worthy Jewish scapegoats, as eventually Jewey Jonnie would make sure the ethic was trash anyone, anyone but me. I always wondered why affable Kramer was so trashed by our Juvenal, when they were questions better asked of his own brother, but then when getting satirists from banking famines one does it, as the Tuscans said, fer a reason.  This witch hunt played into their sirens and flashiness, dangers around every wall, others who had never done anything but be in the way of a CNN camera were jailed, in America inc., witch hunting which CNN exploited and ran with womanish glee, soon enough wed  find out most children abducted were done not by the town preevert, but in fact by family members, which hell, the killed wife would be another mitzvah and a cash cow for the always news channel, as it becomes like flash Gordon astronuaghts in neo deco drag reading the upwards sloped recaps that tell us just where Ming is as opposed to yesterday. As lest we all know now was never found better Jewry revenge on queer sex than marriage. As I recall too, the myth of heterosexual aids, and how Rabbi Medved once said that marriage, with , and get this Saint Timothy, adult circumcision, Yeeeeeooooowwwwwwsww! were the best antidote to aids, and abstinence too, of course,  too, which works for everyone, as god know Jews invented asking balloons reading,  if I can kiss you here. While Morton was diving from the sky and flew too close to The Jersey Turnpike,  on wings made of Three holed  paper, CNN was dredging peoples lives with the barest and  blackest of brushes, a scarlet letter like no other, maybe aids even in gay land, while Morton was doing shtick going back to Barry Farber, and Long John Neville, these decent and clean and honest and wonderful lethal journalists were having men put in jail, at the worst possible part and time, as aids was a Reagan era cleansing, to the point that when the later Vatican like vacating of these sentences  happened, the words Mc Martin would never said again by agreement,  you know like Galileo, and the 100 million dollars lawsuits which came from the accused, we all are in Turner world, and he gave it a rest with the right wing bullshit cleaned up his once more fascist and rah rah act and he started to lay it on thick with the crap about the environment and retardos games. So please, lecture me not, and tell Bianculli to go give cover for the next wop minstrel show, as he is want to Do. 



4. It made my mother laugh to see a picture surfaced of Regina Victoria she calls her majesty meanly, Elizabeth, of the queen as a child my mother's age at the times, giving this same salute to IL Duce that my ma had to give every morning as a fascist era schoolgirl. There was a meeting between IL Duce, The doge, and American Pope Roosevelt, and so such things as the WPA and the proto Roman war refitting of the new deal were and American law. Yet gain, like letter to Mussolini from Churchill, this as signal that Engelterra as she calls it, was not as averse to Fascism as it now preens to be, and the fact that this image disappeared even from the daily mail and other bullshit lefty English newspapers show the con is as big as all, as the Italians knew, and that everyone in a con is devoted to it no matter what they pretend. That picture was taken down quickly as again, fuck you Paradise lost shit heads and right wing dirt and radiating fuck's, as eventually when something truly threatening to big con happens, all are on deck. Virgil less. This told me much, as there is only so far the radical at least now and in the besotted went goes, not tunneling up or down from Averno’s anymore, as the state system is here and gods help anyone who says anything about it, which is why Augustus salute on Regina Lizzabetta came down, lest anyone know what arcane everything is and or was. Evil is something you carry, and who really needs to know that decent and Nobel Liz was like most of her family giving a fascist salute. But whatever, she and who however takes over for her will, like Arthur, the Roman general, sorry, take an oath that like Augustus they are Prince of the Romans, an oath begun by not Caesar, but Charlemagne. But like the morning invocation, that's mere pageantry anyway. At least that's we tell those nebshit Jews from the ACLU. When I saw Fox, of course try to piggy back the now hollowed out Games of thrones, as Tolkien baronies start to make the  people gag on the burlap, It told me what I felt this summer best, as good fellows seems on every other day. I hate your Germania here, your lil Reich, your duchy of New York, your Morton less over washed bathroom gnats giving us sophists news when not quietly dropping the queer from round tables  for having been caught getting payments from law firms to push gay marriages out of nowhere.

Ah, but niggers, please, I know what this country is ‘bout as after a summer of sanctimony and your flag burnings. Turner, that paragon of virtue, he made it a point, though think I missed the Sophia Loren day as thought I saw the Italian Garbos smoldering face on  promo as adore her De Sica era movies, a magic reali--no wait, what was it again, neo realism, anyway, somehow missed her, but saw that despite what you niggers think, or attempt, like the picture of Elizabeth Regina making the salute to Rome, a salute like everything tarred and ruined by Germany, what aint...? In this summer as the usual red meat hurlers through memo and firings try to give us the Montagues and the Caplets, again with the good parts taken out, Turner showed Vivian Leigh day, and thus showed the beautiful English actress in Gone with the wind, so much for the black censors matter movement as what dreadlocked up paper bag loser was gonna say shit, Casper the friendly Coon, who would roll their eyes, what nigger would dare say shit,,...? oh there must have been an emergency meting at the Raccoon club sur, a meeting o dee ncaapp at the dog track and sho nuf, old ghost o Jack Warner came to say hideooohooo and back off before you coons git it good. Yasssir! , as it was restored no less and shown brazenly, and what will you coons ay about it...to your master Ted, the first drunken vilest nasty teddy bear, what will you say. This is why I hate you mothers, and so much, you're so full of shit, as see Turner didn't spend a Billion dollars to get his grasping hands  on the dukes of hazard or even the Godfather, as that son of the confederacy like you all couldn't give a fuck about jersey and to you hicks and trash, Rhett and Scarlet are your Dante and Beatrice. 



I Saw the last post elicited some anger from the hacks at that nigger comics womanish bullshit, and told them in no uncertain terms, don't lecture me, go fix your fucking page when you ask for submissions, or don't bother. Instead of playing businessman, act professionally, which none of you ghettoized comics hacks seem able to do, as unlike a vocation, comics always to me was a low level resume line and little more. And as you expect  from cunts and sissies who make a point that they hate masculinity,-- lets all go down to the planned parenthood and watch the grimmest plebeians drink some blood--, as opposed  Bill C and Alan Moore, who thought a Roman Conan was just what the Dottore ordered. They forewords a f off missive to other to them, sent then to an  some  English  school boy who kept bothering me to some justify what I ha said to them, as if it as any of this cretins sissy business, but in the verboten slurs he spouts angrily back at me , one I mentioned was left out, ...paternalistic. Ah, the censurer is the first man so cleansed, why Clinton wouldn't as they say take the deal, as couldn't allow the assembly of queens to so berate him with their sanctimony, another Roman fortissimo that Warren and his draculettes have never heard of. I have been very affable and nice with most the comic guys, but I treuly dispise old Warren and his boys life bullshit and his crap, as tell our schoolboy to write another turgid, yes they adore red, like Nero, floppy about assassins, an anathema like drones are to my Roman creed. Go write about killers again, sissy, youll get what you deserve, as if youd ever held a gun, as if you wouldnt shit your pants. 

I resented having to explain anything, this creep making me think someone had posted something to bleeding cool in my name, --as fucking if--on their bullshit website, showing the ethics of a comics reporters in whole, and eventually told him to hose off, co coo coo coocoo coo coooo coocoooo cooo co cooocooo, that epithet saved for only the wealthy and the poor, and which the middlebrows never can do. Another day wasted when I would have rather been at a film noir festival or a jersey summers stock doing Cattilines War by Saliari, so again, the comics hacks are getting really on my nerves. The saddest part of the week though, as Terence the Roman writer said,  the sad is the enemy of tragedy, think about it, was that the Isis, no not Archer but more inept, blew up and trashed a Roman city, that had survived all the earlier eons of Arabs acid reigns. Oh you must be the born again types, A great refusal indeed, they will get theirs, an Ertiwan shall rise, I say, and Assad knows deep down that no one will come to Syria to see your teeming tenements, as you niggers never understand when the spooks who sit by door go native. A cute bronzer sweating white chick afternoon yak named Brook Baaaarrrrwyn on CNN, very Suburban sexy, oh my, as Sulu says, she works a dress better than sexless Egging Meggin ever will, spoke of this, as think she is the closest thing to CNN has to minor league blond Foxessss, and she sensed as legit in her sadness at the house of Anderson and his emoting at yew, immediately sad, as the Arabs show they dream of a Germanica as that Roman hack I guess did.  With the dark ages descending now you’ll  know who and why to hide and mattress yourselves and to resist in the suburbs of God, like Augustine, despised by priests and thus loved by married Parsons, even who like Jefferson never had a library without Virgil in it. As all you niggers can do is decay and efface, which will I warn get on every ones last nerve. In an election year, every day is Columbus day, and you Bart cop killers’ Roman triumphs are left to the unemployable, something that the yentas of power know.  I am the auger, also saw Madame Ligosi gleefully eating bachala when like in Ancient romance, a bunch of guideless niggers were extolling a killer of cops, not even in San Francisco, where the cops are needed as the fags there have bullhshitted and mastered and servanted their ways to the highest property values in America, where its easy to play Aging Hippy behind a gate and a wall.  I'm sure they blew it up, this Roman ruin, not knowing what was unleashed, as the Giotto frescoes came down in inches right before nine eleven, as Gore noticed in a book at his age and stature he couldn't get published, something about perpetual war for...humm. The Arab traders saving assuredly enough Diana treasures to sell, as after all Moslems no matter how devout are still Arabs, and lovers of geld. A Roman city surviving Mohammed and sultanas and  Sulimans who never bothered to bulldoze, was now destroyed, wink wink, get the moma on the phone, by Arab scum, and I thought as warned the comic book hacks, and too the American political system, who thought themselves able and free to use the Roman works to their benefits, don't fuck with the Roman goddesses of Drama, ass wipes, don't damn the Roman ethics, kiddies, or you'll get it. Barefoot Camilla Maddow girls with spit curls, barefoot running over the water, leave it to Jew baby to merely walk, and zaftig angelic Wendy’s, spilling out from chain mail, a roman innovation, bikinis, decked out with the avian the wings of golden eagles, la Aquila, will eat out your guts, as you wont be able to make out the drones sent, by the wings of manias blotting out the apostolic sun. Don't make the same mistake Gödel made, who's annuls Horriblilus is lasting longer than it might have had the Cowboys won.




21 August 2015

HOW NOW BROWN COW...?


How wonderful was it to eye again Roman Tony, steeped in classicism, I mean corruption, since 1972, was right again, and that the bleating loudest mouth of the black lives matter movement, as if any lives ever mattered in Sparta, turned out to be an actor doing black face.The gods of Roman commedia have hit you hard, kids, as after saying that transvestism was some sort of decency and a prize, just as long as you know, don't be the roman clown in make up thinking of lost Arcadia, things have never been better, why no body can laugh at Anderson Cooper anymore as he spurts out truth and consequences, its a golden age!, --wait another triple digit loss today...? , get my account Sydney on the fucking phone!..., as that is un-allowable in the circus, brought to you by GE.  Oh such again as another of your proscriptions, although I could say turning Jonnie Storm into a brother was still irritatingly as close to the never changing blond miss Anne Invisible girl than they like, and of course the munster stayed Jewish. I, more than any anti Kirby anti Stan wonk got a reaction from dc madam editor and got her to ask, as I do so many about the wops, why is the munster Jewish and why does he speak like Leo Gosrey. How wonderful is it to know that thought as alerted to be some about how I wasn't colored enough as an Italian, or had a woman sadly tell me my Tuscan myth about Kemeter, that's Kemeter, couldn't be packed in a book of indigenous myths, that you'd be so open to shepherding by those willing to Jolson it up for fun and profits. I must say it does unnerve me when I see that caliber of bloody shit some of these pompous books accept. yikes. As in almost all my books I eschew that White woman loved Nobel savage shit and  have the radicals speak fo deysleves, shuuunufff. When the book submitted to, I think Yale university press died, the black woman who admired me as much as Bev Smith did, despite the piggish act I put on, yeah put on, still  she emailed me in 2003 and told me, too many thunderstorms and flying wolves, not enough brunettes, and wished me well. When one becomes a drag queen in circumspect America they must buy their max factor from the racially correct part of the cosmetics aisle, which shows how low this dump has sunk.

But, received another email in my blanket carpet bombing submissions, it took me until three years ago or so to realize my hunt and pecks might have seemed romantic, but was a waste of time, and had my work called Bulky again by some hacks in some Digital webbing ad, whose work again this is upsetting all looks like they were made of inked spider webs, which can have some ethereal effect, but not this amateurish shit. Too, a couple of self professed horror comics, I seemed to gravitate towards that shit doing my best Wally Wood, alas they don't recall ol Wally anymore much less Davis, much less EC, and are all looking for next cruddy ugly shuffling dead, which obviously even Soprsos isn't looking for anymore. I was called sexist for my bikini Dracula, and her killing of the tony verse Hefner, and used Lana Kane as the blond bunny he kills off,  though saw since 2005 it was used by the great show Archer. Sexist, in the ways Metternich would think, which mean by now I know, the brunette is cute and pretty and maybe a tad viscous, which flips the go switches of comic hacks who hate wonder woman as she is, much less my over Camilla version there of. I never got that epithet before started to cut and paste from old image comics, as I knew using Michelangelo quality that the figura of the man and woman must be elongated, lest all look like walking fireplugs, but still like the pages I somehow cobbled together. I just find it amusing that so ascared of the base is the creeps of the democratic party, so fill of trepidation are they that the leaders of this mission, as is seen much in lest say imperial comedy and like colonial poetry, as we are being subjected to this constant screaming and bullshit, why the alders again are shown as doing the kind of minstrelsy that you have fallen in love with by utilizing too many thugs and Jews  and Russians and Irish to play wops.





I had an inkling back in Saturnalia that the fat chicks in Palestinian drag, now in dog day afternoons no where to be seen, were nudging the shufflers away from the tree, ...oh not that way, that's the Apple store, yes that's right,walk this way, Igor...but there is something fitting in the unseemliness of these blowhards being the sort of thing seen in fantasias like Avatar, the poor stupid trash is given a lead and a hero from say one of the ruling family in Rome, to go against the Principe, but you know, like Jesus, within reason, and he legally tells the trash to remember who to render unto until rendered unto him. This is why no body believe you house everything's anymore,... as everyone knows it a con and a fake, no Cattilines  here, I knew that, and as the market is trashed as well as any mad Jesus could, I say I preferred the America before Barry the bagman, when men named Newt and Bill put on a sad Roman-ism that is unforced and not much admired, even hated, here in the dark ages, look another show about the middle ages, your golden age, has commercials during the good fellows loop, how perfect. You wanted clown cars, as announced by hemming and whaling scarf wearing women on the spittoons daily briefing, well, now you have the circus you were stupid enough to call for, because Roman sadness doesn't play well on cable television thug shows, and I am glad to see that men with Roman affectation have been replaced by scared rabbits of fox dens, and the men of the working man, comedy men, those who hemorrhage union thug ism, well they are gone, pink slipped, ironically enough, as free trade is law, and as Barry splutters one must ask, Or maybe its just Tony,whadda do you need this time, ...? And half breed brunettes have Dopplered away  from the less than Oviddian midsummer's night. Within the time it took to send these monstrous files, told to resend them again, as this late in the Presiids must watch each mb sent, ouuuuuughhhhhhh, in hours of Barry's disapproval  rising again, he tap danced as best he could, and he never said he'd not Blanche to bomb them all back to creation, the likkud party is revolting, and if you heard i was avoiding war, well that's before we took the call from uncle Imult and he reminded us this is the buisness weve chosen......yeah yeah yeah, we know what you all are now, a big minstrel show once that you allowed that soprano poison to leak into the well water. Does this house darkie we know now is whiter than ivory snow, as the radicals always are, lest things get out of hand, does he get to have his life trashed as an Incognegro by eye rollers on TV, cause I'd wonder openly who had more lynchings in their family, but again that's just me, or will we just let that greyhound sleep....?

After doing vigilant work ethics page sand sent in the work the 1o days before told to be there, found the people of color comics have torn their page down, unwilling to as Roman Tony did, see it through. I'm not shocked, as a Machiavellian I never am, but it is strange when I am the professional one. Hundreds pages of comics since spring...? The womanish email that somehow I didn't do as they asked, though did it to the letter, as sent a courtesy email to see if such colored institutions were again open to Kemeter's alter boy, or is it all just fat girl Wicca cows you Negros pretend to adore, or anything so Italic, as gods knows the Greeks were never imperialists or anything... I followed their gruel as if a Jesuit student, which I can be scratched into being again, and followed the guidelines meticulously down to size and paper height and spent thirty bucks I'm not really able to do this as professionally as I could, an was told that they weren't interested 'in completed comics', these undone only ten days ago, hence the first email, after told to again, lets what you have, figuring the query cold emails stood for something, which of course it didn't.I was capitalistically and physically exhausted by their secretarial response. And I felt it hid something else, but then as said before am something of a Machiavellian and so don't buy the shit like those on the pad do. So,  their colored anthology isn't going to make or break me, but worked diligently for ten days to put it together, only to go back to the beginning, and have to somehow resubmit this again, though it was sent all in an email and could be used already if wanted, ah as the Indy film guy told me, they love to make you jump through hoops. But will I drop box or whatever again, as am willing to get it seen, as have an inkling it isn't some mistake in submission that booted them, in as much as it is the Roman Conan  I have in red here, as didn't see the first time, or didn't take it to heart that these gals it seems are against,... ugh watts the word...Hyper-masculinity (parodies will be considered) again Does Roman farce count...does it ever...? Maybe more than you'll ever know. oh why wouldn't it. I JUST have a feeling once again Roman Tony as a bit too Juvenal for his own good, and Virgil's Camille doesn't help. But maybe I wont resubmit, as the idea of my Hero and heroines amid this shit makes me rather pale. As my brother told me, telling me to quit giving in to these hacks that Bon Jovi said love playing office, I aint a guerrilla anything. The comic ghetto is starting to unnerve me as am failing with a much higher level of proprietors now. I'm not pretending to be anything, as what I wish to be or am is lot more than max factor deep. Oh, that's enough.

07 August 2015

QUE SATIRICA...?





https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gnaeus_Naevius


 

                

For my gal, Rachel Maddow, bronze priestess.

 

 

 

Any August birthday break of sleeping and eating and civilizing and minstrel showing as was saved from Plautus and recalled in Amos and Andy and later Scoreasy movies allowed to play of loops has gone away.

 

I am up to seven books done this year, bits and apices of a year long Rag accepted and published hither and yon anywhere I could Who knew I EVER ENJPY ORW ANT TOW IORK THIS MUCH…? Still find a confluence of events causes me to say things here and there between what one called the best universe creating done in comics since Stan Lee and so, since this was said as a nice aside I didn’t take it as the insult I could have. So between pages done hare end there, I must make this Romantic aside. Everyone is a satirist now I guess, it really didn’t help me to bringing these things up when priests were dying of cooties, but now who isn’t thinking hes Juvenal after all. But in the time, or at least the Italy that invented it, Satire was always meant to be mean, vicious, funny witty and again using one of its best practitioners phrase, one always had to be sure to beware the dog.

 

I’m not sure I can called someone a satirist who made sure he took on a sliced meat joint with more vitriol than he took on a persona whose drones attacks supplely a black mark, were done in a quintupling of numbers of death bots falling, no literally falling, this is ge, AFETR ALL, from the sky like Danny and Peachy. The orgies and salons and comities that Petronius Arbiter went to with Nero weren’t I would take it as full of bullshit and self importance as the meeting between praetor and satirist now, God knows, as politics the Italian said, has always been a banquet of rotten meats and hard bread, and I'm not sure what to think of anyone who self appoints themselves as Arbiter, see…? And then is taking as Sallust said, Dictation, as such is beneath a Roman, which is why the gal Friday, like so much, was a Roman invention, they invented the woman secretary,  redound as in my book Ancient Romance, a gal to take short hand was fine until Christianity brought Judaism to the shores of Italy in a way Glenn back would prosper with. But im not sure I care, as never found TV facsimile with Horatian satire much less anything more that beer proof.

 

In Tacitus, gods know no funnyman, he speaks of a satirist the best of then all, he said, brought before Tyberius, a latest and not last thin skinned sissy half breed slave fathered boy queen, and not accepting renouncing all he has said of the boy who would be king, he had his head cut off and his body thrown to crows, a favorite move of gloomy glum Tyberius, whose hated and turning on Captain Piccard as a boy left me speechless of how great the English can be when they put on the Roman rag real thick. Those pages are gone, torn from Livy by choristers, as it is said now the falling out was in Tyberius demanding that  a woman loved by Sejanus be torn down, and Sejanus demurred, as this seemed to bother the Christers, as that showed a Roman with more depth than hbo or its mavens would like. Ah but when Israel is a tire fire thanks to Barry, I hope I hope I hope its so, and I hope Barry is there that day a lame duck, what shall he say, a best Brian Blessed and Bring me my eagles…? ah but you sold them to the Ayatollah at the highest bidder, Bare, so then what…an Augustan pique to do what…?, square the bill and find out who ordered the diet Coke…take da pannnn! The satirist was decimated, a favorer word of bag holders now, literally, I loved the final goat song that somehow just because the Jewish knight told Fox news to go away, it should have been so, somehow I romantically think if you thought of cause and effect, well then this nasty shit wasnt the satire you were doing, as what fools they mortals shouldn’t be wasn’t a line stolen by any English fairy. You think not but my tastes  have never been to satire, Roman or not, but really, as have always had a soft spot in my heart for the actual and the literally Roman, like Virgil or Ovid, as close to satire as Id like to get, why I don’t know, but gods know Tacitus wasn't my hero, as he showed what he was, again I called here to anyone interested, in that after many books evcierating, boy Jonnie and his minions sure liked Spillane like sound effects words, huh, showed a level of violence close to the tethered dog, sousing a bag man word, a familia from a hundred years before between his protestations, like Cicero that the Jews were the enemy within, and would destroy Rome as they’d cause centurions to go hither and yon to destroy one Arab king after the next, humnnnnn. So, he was brought into the praetors office as is seen now, and was told in no uncertain terms, historians is for losers, and now , the piratical now of the Caesariate  was all that mattered, an idea like in Fraud the roman echoes would be found again in Marx. Karl not Groucho.

 

It seems the arbiter of all that was decent and roman had made a mistake in his acquiesce to the Roman army going in to Liguria to put down an uprising in N Italy never mentioned god knows as much as Masada, but with the same basic gist. I read hero of mine Arminius Pictor was a Roman family scion, and had had enough of the Roman queers and their salons and their shit and went Mishima or D’Annunzio batty, which is better than being Levied, and being ignored once Mussolini was dead, and like a dumb wop he thought Italia would be allowed to choose its own destiny, as communist, HA!, not with that cross on the flag signore, and ended his life unable to publish anything as Patton had not stopped at eboli. My father laughed at this, AS HE TOLD ME the italic reds like the mafia were pawns of Churchill and evil Roosevelt, showing satire is in our italic blood. As with banking the Jews just do a pale but meaner imitation.
 
 
 
 

 

Pictor encamped, with 300 men, no comic book here thank gods, and demanded terms or destruction, there is no third. He was sodden into filth by the Legions ,and Liguria was sewn back to Italy, as to this day there is resentment of the Romans an their shtick, but, sanely the senator Tacitus found a theater to Rome, like later senators who bleat and cry all day and then resale the drones, as good democrats like Shumah and Fwank and Warren and turbine Durbin are always ready to wave a flag over a megadetah battle field and as I said, call it a day. I know this, like as with the hanging gardens of Fort Lee, in a play I wrote as a seventeen year old called Hanging gardens, there is more to Italy than any comedians della saquina that Jews can bankroll and wops can film lustily, as if a Verdi Opera. Poor Pictor, I thought in a book I literally finished on  September 10th 2001, waking up the next day to hear Tony Bruno of all people announce a plane had gone into the Bauhaus towers raised when I was a boy, Armininius Pictor  I hope I recall the name right, but he was destroyed and like his signet ring , a magic ring refound in the strips of my Cat. Magnus, his wife, beautiful Ligra, she was called queen of highlands and was brought to …oh god, this is so sixth grade to me now, who recalls…who benefits…was it Diolician, who was it,,, anyway lovely Ligra Italic maid was brought to the Caesar as terms of treaty, in fact this story was found by me in a book called I, Tromfi, in which the ligurains are supposedly demeaned and trashed and the Romans seems the victors,  until a reading again, an Italic trick no cable television shows do, anyway…Ligra, she was brought to the king of Italy now, as a prize, her husband the Roman mad man and hung from the tower there as eveeedeeence, you know like how espn destroys Manziel, and she was meant to be Diolictians or who ever was the Prince that Tacitus dedicated his histories to, queen and unify Italy, as again someone nauseatingly thought they could make the Italians a master race. Oh, such which never works, as it as Nicollo said, forgets itself and its basic core, as if one is an Italian, any master race, or chosen people shit goes against everything that make some worth his salt. You die Roman, rabbi, as Augustus told the man. Ligra in the story found and rewrote by me in 2000 or so, takes her own life by cutting her stomach out lest she breed a Caesar, and falls onto the ground, to get even in ways we civilized have replaced with compound checking. Ligra queen of the highlands was dead, refunded in bits and pieces in Boccaccio’s war epic, La Fiametta, I think later prescribed by Chaucer who loved Italia when this was allowed, as I think ‘the knights tale’, but sixth grade and its Roman nobility wears so long ago, as the vicar of Christ was called by Wayalnd Flowers puppet Ann Colter as some furriner, which shows what she thinks we are as America to begin with. But, as a heroine, an Italian queen Ligra never getting the press of Bodica, but then what Sophia ever would.

 

Tacitus, again no satirist, was brought in to the freefalling Caesar’s office after this, a book hed not deign to write, as Caesar had tired of his lefty bullshit, screeching about the proletariat and then signing off on wars so wholesomely and fully, a dichotomy that has Hillary’s numbers plummeting, the coven has been closed, as she has her own cadre of Ligras killed by hubby strapped to her glider…mush mush! He was brought in, was Cornelio, and told in no uncertain terms that the people were grumbling as again one cant have a good empire without trashing one own people first, and they tired of signatory bullshittter always doing his woe is me shtick. If Tacitus wanted out of the senate, as he did, and gave a list of cities he wished to be sent to as attaché, yes the Romans had real politic when both sides of BARRYS FAMILY WAS LIVING IN TREES, HOPING FOR RAIN, OR REIGHN, including Cairo, Naples, Brindisium Bagdad and Troy, if he wanted to be sent there, to get way from the Italians, who now hated his guts, well then, hed forgo the lectures and write a book praising the once noble Roman army man, who he had called a security guard, lest the trash in the streets lose their respect for the Roman army, as they you know, killed Ligurian little girls like the Crips do today between crying jags over second story men caught in the act. If Cornelius wanted to be free of the senate that leadership now distanced and hated him, and be the ambassador of the families whose creation he despised, as Gore said, Robert Graves did nothing that wasn’t in Tacitus annals, except taking out the good parts for a sissy English audience . And Tacitus would write a book quickly and by voice if need be, no bullshitty crap about getting things right, true propagandas about my own forbearer, a simple Sabine soldier tough guy, a cowboy epic, a John Ford film on paper, a non decrepit soldier who was his own father in law, everything on that level is a quid pro quo, Gneus Julius Agricola, and so he went to work. The great historian wrote a book out Virgilin Virgil, no more PAUL than Paul, about how wonderful the Roman soldier was… or else. That he did this said much about him, again never a favored of mine, but now openly mocked for a Germania book that invented the lefts wing , he was after all a scion of the people, aren’t they all, love of the noble savage. A comic writer seeing my work as offered may rewrite a knights tale of his as Roman juts to get me to do it, as I said suddenly all my Roman warnings seem rather common sense, after all. The days of Scorsese , the imputes to this, though dedicated to Raquel, censoring me are long gone, as he will do his shaky Chihuahua act on command, lest the circus completely pass him bye.

 

After Cornelius Tacitus deferred and did this, he was leaving the Roman senate, once the set place for the comeuppance for Cicero by my hero Sallust, you know dictation is beneath a Roman, see above, or in every third of my posts by now, the old queer was leaving the senate under darkness, has he had come to do until getting to the comfortable and decadent east, where’d you escape I guess a lover of Germanic hard boiled tough guy ethos to wish to live, like a  Jewish mahcer in Hollywood, leaving burgeoning Rome,-NY Newark behind for sun valleys, and he saw his mean enemy , a sentry, sorry, senator from Tuscany,  who thought sending the army into a prone part of Rome for by now 700 years, that suddenly not so worried about roman victims, you know again like you and drones again, that the new Coriolanus was a bit much, but then, if a constitution is a living document it’s end is in senility isn’t it…? The smart ass senator I love, the always old man nameless senator how shows up like the old men in the balcony in the Muppet show, sees Cornelius said says knowing the book is out about How my fore father smashed, again Stewarts word, Ireland without even trying, the old man senator now old enough not to care, made a point to hail the great writer and love of stoicism, before he was to frolic in Anatolian waters and steams. ‘Ah its Comenius writer of histories,’ the senator said, ‘out so late, like a Brutus in March nights…’ ouch. Oh, the senator said loudly so the pimps and cats of the night could hear…how proud that the satirist killed by Tybeius would be to know you have become a lover of the warrior, by now, the man said to turn the knife. ‘Your heart may be with the Germans, old man,,,", the senator said, Kerns Godwin and McColluch would call this as aprophica, and unsettling to a historian , but where the Latin jurists knew the truth lies, “ But We always knew your balls wished to be ensconced in Naples, where the pretty girls play in surf.” My brother drilled in this stuff more than I was, said tired he had to get to Naples where the pertly women frolicked, to get the hell out of Pittsburgh but alas I cant even get him to the Newark where the Jews left.
 
 
 

 

So what am I saying here, as backlash fallows praise, as we allowed a man to lecture us about the kind of half bullshit screeds part of political life since the forum, a place that Barry would slam the doors shut to if he could, someone who called the goofball who does the dread family guy for daring to note that Jew baby union organizer thug gumba yid crossed  picket line instead of making common cause with the writers which he loves so for telling him what to say, I think Juvenal writes his own shit, what do I say, and who cares…?, I get more of a reaction than want any more as we all know how quiet you are when GE house everything’s now FIND out what working for Jack Welch was really all about anyway…

 

See, GE Theater closed for repairs a week before the republican debate, hmnnn, I guess showing their business was always drone making and war dancing and never did they think socialism was ever for anyone but bankers. With Trump all teed up, our stand-ins for first mate Virgil’s on the crew have all tired out, or like Eddie been fired, and take your damn plebiscites with you, we don’t need any 95 percent's of fools on any same side, you know now that free trade is through, though a little extra in the kick for being such good soldiers, or sailors and not brining up TPP when your prince signed off on it as he always does. Ah the backlash to the triumph, my love of the Roman madman seems catching, as there was always something too Jewry and pushy and long islandy about Jonnie to the house of Luce and even Pinchy, who take off on him as he goes out the door. With gorgeous buffoon Trump right there, the answer from Gods of Rome to those bag men bush and Clinton who thought they had cornered the market as it were on cash, in comes a blot from the green and with the wonderfulness of Italic vulgarity, as he throws it all in your face. You know why Irish thug MATTEHWS IS laughing it up with drag queen Rudy, showing after all we are after all going in a unified direction, as Wasserman Shutzman Person is busily having her hair done…oh what a waste, but then they only swan song this summer that made me feel bad was that of Keith’s, my buddy, a liberal taken on by Jonnie, who like the divas they are, knew that you cant have two prima donnas  in one company, as I like using farce and theater references as the Romans did, as a wop am not allowed the vertias that say Jewish comedians are, much less their wall street in laws. As I said tried with all my heart to be catholic school decorum, tried to say nothing, but when saw the good-fellows homage, found myself turning off the latest triumph, and went away, as again, what did I expect from someone who is allowed to make a seated senator the sissy, needed that much phone time to explain himself to the untalented oaf who makes family guy, cursing  him off, making me feel bad for that putz, as if its Stewarts world and were all just Rick Sanchez in it. I love his Kramer as lectured to about solemnity over Munnney, dis is what weve chosssen, while Juvenal over here was making fun of wars turning into bloody fiascos, you know Jewish ethics. No one he knew was there, as opposed to wall street which was a family bidness. Ah f off all of yew. By accident found a late night showing of Magneto and Claudius, both beloved  by me, in a show called vicious, showing with the echoes of Roman farce, sometime playing the sissy is better than more acceptable tragedies, which all white women wish for all brunettes, gays and Negros to live through as they engorge themselves on double stuff Oreos. Bless them both.



 

This wasn’t the summer to fuck with Roman Tony, as saw our FAVORITE BRUNETTE, WELL, MAYBE NOT FAVORITE, DO her interview with Jonnie, and saw something interesting, which not prepared for that from these two, it perked my Roman ear up. He had done a Washington monument chataqua go ta meeting, because after ten years he said, he was allowed to show America what he believed, which under cut every word he said before, as sorry to be Romantic again, but Satire IS what you believe, and not an affectation or a fraudulence, but what do I know. I have left Captain Magnus on Mars and must get back to an eight pager as I guess I do know what being a Romans satirist was about, and that in fact, if one is too much a satirist they end of a Roman bath and when one takes diction from the Prcinpate they end up laughing at the warm pool. A horrid hack of Fox news who the Juvenal of wall street seemed more comfortable with than Keith, said this week, and Saw this by accident that his word of the day , always good to be lectured to about verbiage from someone who goes nuts because a new word is on the prompter said, don’t be Saturnian…this word used by Greeks to demean books already there before their love of war fags,  because they were too noble, too full, too now dry, now wet, now full now empty as a befuddled Greek said of Aeneid, but then like with Alex Hayley, any book that’s says something white women don’t like is always a plagiarism, unlike one take for three minuets never being seen before, since no woman likes Touch of evil, and no woman reads Virgil, except maybe witchy Rachel. Saturnian, my word for the day, kids,  for the works of Italic genius now admitted to, paid homage to, the works of men named Lucius and Ennius and the Snowman, the works I redid in AR and in comics about strong men, don’t be saturnine,  he said, like a  good catholic hack, as I must ask, with Roman sonnets of honest rugged beauty by men who liked girls and not little Greek boys, extant bits festooning the shelf here, why can a black man not have to walk under a confederate flag but a beloved American Indian have the flag that waved at wounded knee waved in his face…ah the divergence that they pay men not to see or much less note upon…Don’t be Saturnian, and I thought, don’t worry, no one ever is. Who’s on Charley Rose…?