16 November 2008


HOPE AND GLORY


My mother said something interesting about this new push Sister GERTRUDE AND HARRY THE HAT SEEM TO HAVE ABOUT GETTING THIS AMERICAN SOCIALISM FOR THE RICH TO BURN THROUGH THE IMPERIAL TREASURY WITH A NEROIAN SPEED. Why were they suddenly so willing and needing to work with Bush, she asked, though to be fair, despite the left and its demonetization of Bush, I saw Nancy and Hilly and Harry and all the rest of the American Socialists go droopingly along that marvelous road of slipping imperialism, as in I didn't see any of these truest Imperial assholes , outside of the occasional rally with dimwits or talk shows run by noble gay hags who cry for dogs and let their writers eat cake, put up any virtuous Catonian fuss. Hell, Christ himself voted for Fisa, so, God bless America, and all...Something bothers me in the demonetization of Bush, in that this crew of cardinals never seemed willing to, as a senator is educated to do, or was meant to do, or at least was once, to vote No every so often.




Why not wait for Gesu himself, Madame Pollozzi, rather than push another hated bill down anyone's throat, as it were. A Note, though, also while the collected fags scream and hiss about gay marriage, their champions in the Senate seem more attuned to giving car executives a merriest of bonus Christmases, everyone, don't they...?Instead of having a new set of college of cardinals again tell the rabble what is right and what is not--the left does amazingly replicate the Roman catholic church in more way than it would like or admit--just have your new triumvirate make gay marriage legal...? Lets just have that vote, instead of the fun spare protests, where white women get to histrionically think they are blacks who love jazz and such shit. Just have your heroes come and raise a pink standard in their faux Roman senate and stand and say, yes, yes, I believe in fairies, and gay marriage will live again, and fly off with garland and wings...Oh, the age of faggots being put down as ''too stoic'' by married off matrons and the middlebrows was a long time ago, with that homo and his sad Aeneas and hidden eggs and such...just demand your heroes, and thy new pope and college, like Erkle and Pollozzi, who dutifully snickered with Ellen, damn demand they, not Carter appointees, but men who must stand and be voted on, make it legal. Demand, ye faggots, sing you sinners, that they show up and say the love you....like they always seem more than willing to contropostally do on Columbus day.But then, for all their rhetoric, I have seen the newly recessiatated Clintons at more Columbus days than I ever have seen them at fag days, gay marriage protests or abortion rallys for that matter.



I have ripped apart about twelve pages of MS, again, feeling I had allowed too much dc poison to pool within some cracks already shown in my becoming less than Romanly heroic, or for that matter, Roman minded pages. The Superman-Rocket man pages, along with Batman -Mister Raven, for a second time, were the first to go out. I don't tear things apart like I used too, having used the trick of ''cut and paste'' , which was taught to me as being a art in itself by a weary comic book pro a few months back. I carefully tear that which I wish to save off the page onto which it was glued, or if not possible, make a quick sketch by pressing the page itself against the computer monitor with a piece of lighter newsprint atop that.There has been in me a natural distaste for comics always, especially the house of Stan, and have disliked most comics if not done by CC Beck, Wayne Boring , whom I am now a devotee of, or heavy metalized Serprieri, and great Jack Davis work. The triumvirate of Eisner, Kirby and Ditto Ditko leaves me cold. I just felt I was getting to ''Marvelly'' in my work, which I always considered a prerogative, and and though it was something which apparently was out of the great Raphael of comics, Kingfish Kirby himself's ability, I have to say, I have never found it to be that big a deal or an accomplishment to draw Superman's head.


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09 November 2008

NO MORE I LOVE YEWS.....


On a comic blog I enjoy , but will not mention, I saw a bunch of Obambi cartoons gathered there together. Of course, just to make this spasm of American self love all more tritely insufferable, Lincoln was used as the Virgil figure here, and Lincoln did approximate Virgil in many ways, including gauntness, a later beard used by Roman intellectuals, which seems to predict the Quakers, and of course, tons of sodomy.

These cartoons bothered me...wait... ,when Bush was pictured as a knight, it was a pejorative,....all that about the crusades and all. But now,SUDDENLY , Praetor Barry the Very White is a shining knight. I will admit its is all dutifully less Tasso, OR god knows, Ariosto, ...who...?, and more Walt Disney, and such is just making me me all the more Cautious. Might I suggest he is another Bradamente, perhaps...? Well, in answer to this and sent off, is a cartoon series about my beloved, now cast aside, Bill. I did see the previously mentioned bug eyed house jewish rat miss Long Island contestant was blathering about how his new operator Praetor is so honest and so right, even more so than the old Boss of his, Bill Clinton. Gee, Jon -Jon as a moral arbiter, you mean, from now on Bill has to destroy his own girlfriends, Pontius...? Sejanus, thoust hast conquered, Umbrian. I found that moment Alan spoke of with me, Machiavelli's frozen moment of realization, when I was watching the daily show, only cause I was waiting for my girlfriend and my beloved, Rachel Maddow, who I thought was coming on, and the thing was heavy with its own self love, especially dismissing those dimwit hated country mice, who didn't like gay marriage as did he, once he had first heard of it in, like, 2005. Still, Once he got the memo, he was a true believer. But the whole thing's inherent bullshit was made revealed to me when after this segment of crap, the longest commercial in the first station break was for A and E and their daily repeats of ...the Sopranos. Think Imperial Bernie even gave a second thought to that...?








But, Hey, I didn't spent the seventies in a Madrases, learning to hate jews, whites, the west, fags, women, ect ect, and wasn't seated there soaking up the Koran, only to find a nigger imam in this country, who like the niggers and the Arabs, and the jews, frankly, start history , unlike Italy, right from when they started to lose, thus never having to bring up nor speak of any Canaannites, nor Hannibal nor Cyrus that much. I was , while Barry and his womanish lovers like Momma Goose were sucking at their mama teets, I WAS BEING TAUGHT BY HOMOSEXUALS TO REVERE OVID, you cunts, and was taught the cult of unpersuasive, impetuous Minerva, just as the old Artful Dodger, my man Bill, was to his core.I was also taught along the way, that plot is character, and vice versa, but then, that just me, I am, like, compelling, and not everyone could try this at home.

There has been all too much in this worst election of my life about witch doctors and Africans dancing with olive branches and palms with pictures of a smiling Desi in their hands, like Robert Mugabe just became president. Enough of that. I purposefully recall the man who wore Monica's tie like Daphne's weeds, and who amid everything coming down around his head said he was a boy student perpetually of the Jesuit saint, Marcus Aurelius. The Beatification continues, as daily shown giggling rat bitch twerp house yids have found their latest hero, you know the smartest man ever to be president...as opposed to Bill, wow. And , Fuck you, Jefferson, too. I cant do the same, I cant throw rose pedals at this Erkel, You know, the Aquinian who thinks there are 57 states. No, I find I can not ever toss Bill away just like that, as such has never been in my Roman hopeful, thus un-semetic at least, Core.


Well, even the insufferable Bizzarro Gore, Christoper ''Chrissy fit'' Hitchens is starting to become alarmed at this all, as Ovid said, we all have the best President Money could buy, now....I find I do hope that Machiavelli's woman goddess of dice and luck and getting even has found another Imperial jerk who seems, each day, to deserve more and more her smiling, bitchy, notice.


















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