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There were three books which I seemed to have used as holy scriptures for most of my youth. After a few years of the seizure and tv and ho ho heavy eighties, I found they began to even unravel, and unthread, look like the Sybilline books they mirrored, as they were times roman, cotton paged, oracles I consulted with more devotion than any mere lesbian has to some hand book of Wicca bullshit that the over fed Bufffannas of our graceless age pretend to believe in, with often the same results as calling themselves democrats.
One was ‘’The history of Italian literature'’ by Paulo Milano, a thick papered stout paperback, which had pages devoted to every important Italian writer between the fall of Rome and when the allies tried to make Milan more like Cleveland. Second was a book of Mythology which the Roman parts were all I read and what I kept reading and referencing, and viewing over and over. And third was a ‘’roman reader‘’, filled with Apocrypha, which is what over educated English twits call true stories, or even wives tale history, often truer than American bullshit, but which they do not want for some reason to accede to or acknowledge, or are embarrassed by. Sadly, no, all three are Gone, and I can find them again no where.
In our more golden age, as opposed to the ethics, and such is what they are , of even they have to admit strangely ''patriotic'' Machiavelli, have been replaced by burning housewives of empire, like Diane 'the yenta' Feinstein, wife to a war profiteer, who , as they are so apt to do, spoke out against the recent bill, and then proceeded to vote for it. I wonder what Virgil could do with Obalmmla or John Kerry as sad stoic hero...could even he pull it off, not that hed be admired for it.…? Would even his farm being foreclosed by Augustus make him make such his gray hero even…? It bothers me, student of old gay men, to see this newfound , of course, posthumous, humanity bestowed upon the faggots, who you white trash wanted to segregate to germ infested, colordes only, water fountains back when I was eighteen, and you feared the faggots as receptacles of deadly cum, as you did, I don’t care how much false humanity you festoon all over your over fed stomachs.
This was also the sort of sotto voce racist ideal seen later in the throw away lines of Scruffy Fineman, msnbc Cassandra, who called Michael Steele….heh, uhmnnn ,''lazy''…okayyyy, oak is nice…. sure that in the age of he and Joy Baher, clown praetorians all , thinking they are as noble as Rosa Parks, and so All that they say is decent and wonderful and can not ever be ,well, a shown ideal of what they silently believe, while of course everyone else must have their verbal passports stamped by lesbian think police. Of course, Sanctimony, hated by Italians and seen as a eucarist by barbarous tyeps, ''has been the bumbled, fractured, ill at ease, brayed prayers of the decedent and the sinister, putting on a false face''. It sounds like Machiavelli, but I believe is Aqinuas...oh, that race again. But, better than just that, better than jewish Howard showing his comtempt for a child of Ham, was that later that same day, that same day, Our President, Vanilla Ice, backed away from almost everything, and decided to return to military tribunals, which had that even been sent out as an inkling of what he planned, Hillary might have had a chance , but sinisterly instead played a Chaney card, in revealing a capture of Erkle in full regalia madarssa dress, while now that Chaney god bless the doge, as he gains in popularity as cnn hedges its bets, and all start to become wary and weary of a president who flips like a coin, as the senate seems less than willing to carry water for a man unwilling to fight or support anything beyond himself. The very next day, the senate 90 - 6 probably not up for re-election any time soon, slapped down boy king, showing how much fun a coward leading a army of cowards can unromantically be. “ Don’t be seen as a chancre…” Who said that, I wonder…?
I was watching Rachel ''I’m Forever your Girl'' Maddow, as I have often found myself, and she started to do a funny story about how the senators are frightened by ‘’Oh Fortuna’’ the Carl Orff roman fanfare, which I was sure Clinton had DEVOTEDLY been singing in the shower , like the creepy guy on around the net on g4. Bill probably has that song as a ringtone, and I believe he has bought the cable rights. But, on her show, the only thing on news channels I can stomach, she is starting to say ''the president SAYS he believes in transparency, closure of gitmo, gay marriage , ect,...'' This made me smile. I think Rachel is Jewish, so her forays into Machiavellian clear eyed realism can not be totally seen as un-genetic, especially to the white hands of encyclopaedia vandals, what with her race eventually becoming a stand in for my race in oxford textbooks, which some are positively Goebbels like , just as the new York times once was. Still, that slip , or at least that word, ‘’says‘’, made me smile the day I read a wicapedia diatribe against an Italian lawyer who dared write his ‘’history of Italia’’ as cold and rational, in world where white devils were transporting niggers as planks of wood or drowning women as witches, but I am sure that they, like Christopher Hitchens, that exemplar of all that white self love, sees the Italians, or ‘’That Race‘’, as they were explained, as the electric billshit encyclopaedia puts it, that race of agronomists and engineers as it has always been, as little more than affable clever, conniving, doofuses, slightly more humane and human acceptable Jews, as singing, faggot Rent like aria singers, a nation of Garibaldi’s as epilated Marcus Garvys, with swords and purple ashes, life affirming singing waitresses, bit titted barefoot queens, who farcically carry baskets on their heads, as taught by washer women of Hannibal’s armadas. Like Virgil, how dare an Italian be cold even, much less rational, some could could say, Pitiless, as that could be the first step to the James Baldwin realization most white devils fear so, in that, ‘’If I am not who you say I am, then you isn’t who you think you are‘’. They wish , as they do for more acceptable and slavish and slave like and needy and less clever and less available to survival, less capable, and thus hidden in their hatred blacks and Jews, to make the smiling sport still seen in various Simpson cartoons to the distaste of no one. As Gaga turned on his basic tenant of his own power amassing, that he was decent and anti war, until of course, ‘’I said military tribunals from the beginning, If you heard Pacifist, well, that’s your tough luck.….oh ho…scooze me whilst I whip dis out….‘’ Jezuz, this has been tried before, boy king…and seeing the pretty Rachel finally start to get it, and a sneer gleaming in her lovely Nero’s girlfriend like eyes, well, It made me smile to know there was a reason that the Jesuits and the nuns, like the Germans later, and like Shakespeare, all adored Machiavelli, as after a while, you almost want the drunk to fall down the steps, anyway. Also, is it by accident , that the word Fortuna has soundly, days after Omabalalamas striking out of the word Christ in latin, taken such a naturalistic toll in the coming , perhaps still unseen by the sputtering fags of dnc tv, destruction of a democratic party which might not , to Niccolo’s delight, not be able to have it both ways for the next four years....?
This morning it is coming out that a paraded fool, a supposed veteran anti Bushier, another anti-war type, depressed and defrauded and applauded by fat smiling women wintered solider, turns out not only to not have been in Iraq, but wasn’t even a soldier at all, and in fact was a escaped mental patient, who was summarily allowed to be on the same stages as democrats running for praetor and governor in the Colorado primary!!! As I said, there is a reason that the books of Niccolo and others of ''that race'' were holy scriptures to old gay men dripping in crucifixes and Latin. O FORTUNA, really now ….my, aren’t we noble in this yellowing age…No, not O fortuna, and not even Aeneas, as Juvenal would have known,...I was right all along, ...more Plautus, more nuance, more comedy tonight.
Thursday, May 21, 2009