25 May 2009

1. With Boston Legal on another cable channel, I forwent watching My gal, Rachel , though the last few days I have tired of most political crap, finding that even the smell of the rancid buffet, especially with Bob Ucher Olberman really shmaltzing it up, is making me wince. I must say that especially Ms. Nbc is taking a whole ugly aspect of Fearless leeder sending Boris and Natasha going after Muss and Squirrel thing which is upsetting.

A few moments I clicked in though, I saw our Rachel, the Penelope Pitstop of political speech, being lectured to by the grand auntie Mame herself of the senate, yenta emeritus, Bahhhhbra Boxah. Livia is hehhhhh. My mother once told me no one in Italy named Barbara was any good until Sister Barbara, who I had in second grade, who she liked. Sister Barbara told me in 1973, as a little boy, when I was in school and yet was sopken to as if an adult, lucky I was just spoken to that way , that abortion was the ultimate sin, not to any church, but to a humanist as was she, and that amerika would pay for it. Ten years later the fags were having to wear condoms in a parody of nature, but then, sister Barbara like my Pa, loved MANZONI, who now even the wop rags avoid with a passion. SHE THOUGHT THAT WAS INTERESTING, as Abortion she knew, was simply what white men wanted, and used it as a birth control device much easier and diabolical than wearing a sheep's intestine as the Romers did, eventually beating back the Greek use of Syphilis as their greatest weapon, as was used against the Arabs, by Blondie Alexanderkins, by teh by. Also, she found it interesting how the left came up with a right to an abortion just after their smarmy infliction of busing and national brotherhood week tolerance and brotherhood and assimilation , on, of course, schools where they and their Jewish relatives didnt send their chullren , God knows, but where their brother in laws taught psy ed. But, Mother, though, She hated the name Barbara... its so Beth.

I thought of that watching this yenta queen, …HJeeechhhhhh , plaaacccch, ''Morty, get my bahg,....'' to which the bald martyr, her poor husband, says under his breath , Yew are a bahg, ect ect...Oh, this Shrew was dutiful in showing the supreme self smug righteousness of her type of liberal bullshitter, in so far as to complete a head fake which I have learned of as a roman trick of oratory back in Jesuit days, and which I am, sure she is a Roy Hobbs at completing. Like our other lovable Jewish yentas, --really as Augustus could attest with Herod and Agrippa when this many Jews are in positions of power, the empires days are by nature numbered, as they number everything, like Arabs--like say, Rabbi Fwank, she kept her head at a slight upturn, constantly looking down at Rachael. This is a variation of nose in the air and was perfected by Cicero. Her yenta mother superior equal, Feinstein, though, oh no such cleverness for her, she is a coming right at you sort, a scalper who keeps her face at three quarters with the left eye, the evil eye, the eye of power and action, right at your head, never breaking containment as it were. I cant watch this I thought, and quickly left that station and its rather klannish like hiring policies as everything there seems , like the California supreme court, to be exceedingly white. The circus of affirmative action continues with a la raza straga being appointed to the praetorian court, to a strange delight of Bill O'reilly, always a danger sign. Which shows in this Obamanation, that one can be both a race baiting lawyer hack, and still let Paul Tagliabubu having write her fractured fairy tales opinions for her, and in fact, truth be known, it sometimes helps.

2. Oh how the priests would have laughed at the last few days I have seen here. The vaunted liberalities of the supreme court in Cally --no doubt about it, California, no doubt about it...well, amusingly it sided with the slobs and the peons, surprising it was to everyone by anyone who was not made to read ''The parallel lives'' in seventh grade by a a fag in praetorian black. The court sided against gay marriage, which angers the faggots, but which would have made the old fags who unlike plagiarist, Monica decrying, then dutifully Hillary decrying noble Maureen, who loved Ovid and his incessant stories of women becoming weeds amid the Mediterranean mists, laugh. Oh, Lawdie, Would they laugh and laugh. Every elitists group has an elitists group within it, folks, and the secret histories, the internals as they are called, show, that the biggest detractors of gay marriage aren’t the gun nuts, Jesus freaks, etc., or the white red necks or anything but , yes, White women. And since the democrats haven’t had a gender gap since Monica, cause and effect, they weren’t going to bother the now ascendant, so to speak, group who now has whips with which they flagellate this administration to the point that Olympia Snow, another yenta , in exchange for a vote for a stimulus, which no one sees being spent yet, demanding a woman on the supreme court. And them , the dutiful mommie boy house niggered quick shuffling of dee feet oh de caesura who is in dere, at least fer now, as it don’t matter how many mommies he corrals, there is one mother hawk who is flying about just out of ear shot, who will stomp her mannish claw and make suddenly, legions of unmarried women appear out of thin air. So, in our new Judea, the judges spit the difference, hoping to ameliorate the now party of mahhhhmmmmies and too, keep rich faggots sending money into the now broke party. Too Niccolo...?

3. In my emails, I saw a letter from an Arab of all things, sending me an email, which seemed to have a snarky, smarmy, tag line. Delete. Sorry, Arafat, but a virus is the least I put past you motherfuckers cannon fodder of God, or a bearded billionaire or who ever is closest. As I have said before, leave to a Semite like Osama to think one can be a saint and a billionaire at the same time. He, the jewie little prick, would kill a billion men before giving back the correct change, I am sure. Even the Italian, Boroni knew that one must give up the coin, based on the roman word for Corn, before kissing lepers. I am suffering with a respiratory infection, which will not go away; the last thing I care about is doing battle with some asshole who thinks he is on some jihad between showing up at the Champaign rooms of Scores. F off, Nassar. In fact, go blow up something in Rome, as that city, amusingly, seems immune so far to your decade long jihad, as the heated Arabs how up, enter screaming, as usual, on no less a place than Athens, but then screaming sanctimony deals in pretty much the same Machiavellian riles and warnings as its Semitic street yelling counterpart, and to be honest, I have had enough this decade of seamiest Semites. I have my own bronze aged ideals, and if you need to know what they are, Fareed, despite the crap about a juedo Christian nation, you can tell what my bronze era stuff is by the fact of all ethos of remade roman temples and roman titles that the white men festooned on themselves, realising again, racism is one thing, but no one did egotist as well at the men of the Tiber mud. .From Bernie to Blind sheiks, to the Pollock casts of the sopranos and their smiling Jewish and wop extras playing their roles on satellite radio all day long, from Joey radio Pinto and his buffoons of woppish glee, I have had enough of untermench charm, whether as senators or foot soldiers, and say again, isn’t it funny Roman and Tuscany battle it out only on soccer fields and no one is blowing up st Peters, least of all the adherents of a church where dynamite seems a sacrament, as opposed to slack jawed Christers who fear the speed of light. No I was dutifully taught by a church of paters, so powerful are these old wop faggots, so in love with classicism are they , so devoted to old big gay Maro, that they even tell Opie and his gospel according to Brown to go pound his salt --instructing where that comes from, somewhere else.

I don’t use such tricks as Osama’s half open Jesus- Mithris hand, Obama's Augustine outstretched salute, yentas hair flips, or Finesteins three quarter growl and Joe McCarthy like pushed eyeball. Instead I have usually more so lately tried to be Manzonianly honesty and clear, almost purposefully so, like it was a vendetta, as I think to be Jewish enough to apologize to the ghosts of dead pols who dropped atomic bombs, well, that is too clever even for me. And, Copolla’s Jews liked to call me Clever despite my Roman stances. Well, the wicked shall call you clever, and don’t think that lefts over biblical shit in my head wasn’t hurled at zoetrope forthwith to a stunned and in-playfulness silence. But, have I found the bits and pieces ironically and fittingly of a book about a vestal Virgin and her affair with a senator based on Catiline. Still, I don’t have it in me to finish it now, and wish to end MS, at least by August 1.

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