20 January 2008


TONY ROMO IS A CUNT.

I remember when the cowboys, steelers and raiders were the titans of the earth, and before homo erotic brady boy and eli's coming were boring us all to pieces. As Tacitus, the most over lauded and misunderstood Roman Fascist who ever lived, said when a spanish boxer was taking a perverse roman triumph through the big town after winning the title of champeen , Dear Me, he said, The Father OF ALL GODS CANNOT BE PLEASED BY THIS HEMORPHRODITE SAP PREENING AS A ROMAN. That TACTIUS --ancient spelling by the way, mister coppola, he was quite a lover of the roman strap more than some would recall or think, which, after all, might be the secret to his continued Romantic success. Not being a secret anti semite, I have never much liked mistah senatah. That all was for the Hispanic girl woman, Jeniffer De whatever , at Slave Labor Graphics whose blog I stumbled upon again, and who seemed to find it strange that Vincente Fox thinks he is better than anyone. Dont we all. I only read her column since I thought she was cute, and then dropped it. It was off putting how she wanted all that respect and shit.

But, I have returned to pile of differing papers and different vestures as I have pretty much connected a bunch of drawings to one basic idea, that being mister stupendous, and have freed it from the unconscious attempt to somehow win over fan girls, comic sailer's, and twerps who name monsters Carl. And that, Mister savage is the idea of the word 'Fascist' as coined by il duce, not your silly and self righteous and hand cleaning way described.

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15 January 2008


TOUCH

I have gone back to attacking pages for the completion of Mister Stupendous, with a verve I haven't felt in a few years. Seeing the crap which these comix idiots leave behind them, has nerved me to return to every ideal, every trick, every shtick, every game, I have ever used or utilized and the pages are back to being a replication of gem colorings learned from Castelfranco years ago.


[The returned cd from rat land has regiven me my busty kerry marie clips, a play called the rats of venice and much of my humorous crayon work from before... ITS LIKE SOME ROMAN GOD HAD TAKEN PITY ON ME AND THEN SENT ME GOING IN AN OPPOSITE DIRECTION.]

Also, this above was supposed to be a cover for a left wing zineish magazine, the kind of progressive crap which is one step above mimeographed. This explains the space I left at the top. Even then, I started to think about maybe actually listening to what I was asked for. But, though the editors thought it was funny, and telling, another woman, who didnt see that coming, as still, like fifth grade the fat lesbian boards with too much self righteousness are my enemy. editor nixed it, saying that this was again 2004, and the flag burning might 'alienate'
some of the pople who bought the magazine , as then, even Momma Hillary was playing hawk, as she would do as amazingly at the end as in the begining of her campaign. Would I re do it and come up with a nother visual clue that Herman was laughing through chaos, which was for an issue about the heinously smarmy --I think they didnt like that I didnt like the daily weekend update crap-- equally self righteous fake newsshows more in vouge then than now...I responeded For thirty bucks,...?.... fuck you, and I made it a cover to Rag. ]

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