17 June 2009


Cha Cha's Vendetta , Book Three.



As it was in the essay which got my some of my worst reviews, and for which I was hurtled off some movie site still trolling the pimpish craigs list for idiots to write 100 words essays about crap eighties movies starring Phoebe Cates, ’ Statius...'', amusingly, or perhaps not so much, the Cha cha vendetta continued on, with an ironic simultaneous cascade of lovely wop diminution images in descending order. Earlier in the day, I saw an imperial hose jewie cocksucker --the witty Augustus' word for them--from News view I think, calling Ombamala ''a God''. I have lived long enough to see that arch nemesis of all republics, an unraveling, in over their heads, befuddled clerk deified as a god, take root in Columbus' monstrosity. Some one, though, do inform the god coming out of the toilet, or is it going in, that Apollo , he dun slud down ta 56 percent....





I could not quite take ''I, Olberman'' , again, thinking that he is starting to resemble something screeching on a giant Orwellian, in Russia tv dat watches yew, someone should steal his nose, great leader is always right, bullshit, brave old world, lets party like its 1955, sort of way. He always seems to me, to be reading something from beyond the grave, as if he is telling us who his real killer is, in a recollection of the great tv show when I was a kid, and Jim Hutton played the American sleuth Ellery Queen. He seems to be something found in an apple ad, with a blond shot putter about to whirl some discus in his always pontificating face. Who are you yelling at, pal...? Yourself perhaps...? Please, as I said, I have the Gaydar equivalent for liars and frauds, as I spent ten years in a catholic nunnery -monastery of the old Norman Lear era, before fags wanted to be wed, before giggling faggots, of all people, wanted '' o promise me'' and rice hurled at them. [A note, did anyone out there know Rice is throw-ed at the bride and groom at a wedding, because a pretty girl named Ophillia, a Sabine girl, yes sorry, and her sisters hid in a granary from rampaging Tyberian hard ons, and when a bloke named Talassius came to snatch her, as it were, as his own wife, her sisters hurled grain and rice at the rampaging Romans. And, too, this is why the wife is always carried over the doorsteps of her new home, as it replicates the taking of Sabine women into new roman hovels where they would be raped and eventually, cook and clean and be wives--all in all better than the sham which American marriage has become. This tradition, amusingly, made it into the new covenant of Saint Saul, like say the word ''senator'' being in actuality the Tuscan word for pig farmer, which makes sense, hell look at Turban Durban...!, but somehow mixing cement was seen as sacrilegious. And isn't it funny that seems to be the first thing the faggots have left out of their love of marriage, as no man, even a queer, wants to be placed in a position as a Sabine gurl, and these creeps get fucked in the tuchus, no less, but have their standards. MY TELLING THIS STORY EXISTS SOMEWHERE IN THE BOWELS OF NPR, WHEN I CALLED IN ONE DAY AND ASKED A LESBIAN ABOUT GAY MARRIAGE, which I thought was a republican plot then, WHICH ONE CARRIES WHICH ONE OVER THE THRESHOLD, AND WHICH ONE AUTOMATICALLY BECOMES SUBSERVIENT, OR AS I GUESSED, ARE BOTH...? FOR WHICH I WAS QUICK CUT OFF. ] I culldnt watch this sleazy creep, who gives off the vibe of everybody's perverted uncle. Oh, fellows at NBC, do you think I can’t spot a conniving phony at a thousand paces, Keith, or for that matter the warning signs of syphilis too...? I tried to watch something else. Click




Hey, The Goldwyn Gurls, in on...yes, in this one, Lorelei, a cute good actress who I have been smitten with since Townies, is caught between the Italian professor who teaches Dante, no less, --how did that get through standards and practices...?--, who is actually, a close enough seeming Jewish guy, playing from the Doris Roberts school of wop comedy, and some guy from Seinfeld,as was she, who went from being un-sponge worthy to seeming like a cross, or Chrossss, between Cary Grant in bringing up baby and the uni bomber. And as usual, daughter Rory is always about to cry. She explains here, does cute as a button Lauren, how she wanted to name her daughter Dicks, as another endless reminiscence comes forth, which is all this show is....... Remember when Richard Dix rampaged through the west....? Click. Aha, our new Virgil, our saint of the middle brows, Doctor Wayne Dyer--sometimes their names are positively thimble theater --is selling his collected knowledge of the universe on qvc, all for the low price of 60 dollars, 50, if you use a visa. This sold bunch of revitrovi only has some moments left, as soon, the saving of ones soul will be replaced by NFL shop, and by throw pillows with the J--E--T--S JETS JETS JETS COLORS ON THEM. I thought, of course, of Etruscans who used to have to Haj
BEFORE THE ARABS DID, no fooling', to the gates of the groves of Furrina, the goddess who still gives her name to Flowers and flour, like Ceres does cereal. They had to race around a temple a hundred times at noon, seeing the light of salvation just before they perhaps dropped dead, and note , like so much else, that was one of the first things the fat priests made certain , unlike fillias dius incarnata, had to go! I do believe if saint Francisco, who Egghead here uses indiscriminately, was alive today, besides being a target of Harry Shearer, hed be selling copies of ''the canticle of the creatures'' on shopnbc. I read canticle of the creatures at fifteen, all that sweetness and decency, no wonder the Simpsons hate him so. Click. Aha, there is the left for Rachel, Campbell Brown show. Miss Gingivitis is a guest, speaking of all the innocent men at Guantanamo base, as opposed to Bagram air base, where she has been given a voucher from Bammy's Imam, like Epstein's mudder, no innocent men are, as he says so, and god knows thats good enough fer her, and it is such as she which causes shnookie to tap dance away from faggots, who deep down, make her ilk feel weird....




On a rare late night excursion into the porno-less by my own decree, and thus boring, escapement on the internet, I wondered if I should reply to several places where I , all suddenly busy bee and work ethics, have sent a resume. Aah...I think,....who cares....? Pow Girl was supposed to be a painterly six page Porno cartoon, a satire --oh that poor destroyed romantic word!--of Lois Lane comics. How did it get to 150 pages and still remains undone since 1999...? I looked in the inbox for a email I was told I was sent , and to look in my spam, but I was sent another email , which caught my eye. ''See Carmella Bing naked!'' Ah, these people are nothing if not pt Barnum in their tastes and knowing what people like. Give the people what they want and they will come out, Graucho said seeing the throngs coming out for Harry Cohen funeral in Bel air, all that while ago. I must open this email, God knows, as Carmella Bing is an Amerasian Italian girl, who is so pretty, that seeing her in porno makes one automatically sad. As opposed to big fat blonds, who I always feel are getting somehow what they deserve. She is the sort of person that Mel Gibson would always cast of Mary Magdalene, as a whore who is in need of redemption, as Mary Magdalene, like Jesus she of two Roman names also , as opposed to Jesus himself, is never blond. I see a email next, after truly being disturbed by this pretty image reduced to the vileness of out of focus internet porn, while the nothing translator allowed in brunette Megan Fox--a true nothing-- disses wonder woman for her own masters, sent to me with the header of ''Tetro''. I recall a bic made pen called the Tetra. I used these silver pens to make missing pages of pow girl years back, could this be some sale of them now, which like comics are nowhere around anymore....? I open it. Oh, how lovely, this is a piece of spam which got through the filters for FF COPPOLA's next dirge, his next, and his own attempts to rise out of the vine entangled Infernos of his own. All I know is that Frank, Had I made the godfather--which I never would,--I'd have stolen enough by now to be on easy street , which he is not, but then, like Joey Pinto, Frankie is, to use a word by not unwitty Harry, is a struggling Known. This is a coming film about being an Italian American, or better , a Argentine Italian American. Passion is catching. And someone wishes to pay an indulgence. But it is more than that, as I explained in my hated essay about Statius, and spoke of the alms both poets and generals both had to pay to the goddess head of war and poetry, as this was such an egregious idea, and plus, who expects white women who love Salmon Rushdie, so much that they read some excerpts of his, maybe, to know why or that Minerva, or better for them, Athena, wears a helmet. An email shilling Cupolas next bomb...? Cupola being Italic for Cage, by the way. And Nephew Jimmie would rather say he got that name from a freaking comic book little recalled or admired, than admit the ironic italics of that name of his. You have got to be kidding. Nice to know you kept my various emails in your logs for just such an occasion. Should I wish unsubscribe, they ask...? Yes, I think I shall. Fuck you, wop, and fuck your wop indulgences in cellophane form, fuck you and fuck your devils, to be tres long Island about it, and fuck your white heat meets la boheme. Reply. Subject line. DROP DEAD, PETRARCH. SEND. They know what it means.



13 June 2009



Cha Cha's Vendetta , Book Two…or,
Will Wop for food.

The white woman
to whom I sometimes refer here is in actuality a Italian woman in the bay area who was a producer with whom my sister got me a reading. She liked my stuff, in fact, thought my cover letter was better than the novel-play, ''Roman Mythology'', which I had then written, and was upset that ''my Italians'' didn't ring true to her, though most of it was all stuff I had heard around here at the time of the millennial change. They seemed too literate, she added, without fear of apostasy to San Fran liberals group think gospel, as there has always been a suspicion from or between the phony white liberals and the fascist Italians. It was, I was alerted, all not Scorsese enough, since another Italian name gas been adverbial somehow, as it was a connection to Scorsese which she hurled in everyone's face as an imprimatur, or better as the good housekeeping seal of approval. And too, I was advised my sometimes crushing familia bonds of a desperation to advance towards an American dream were wrong, as her family and the awfil left church, all tried to keep her down, you see, and they dint want her to go to college , but get married, be a good woman , etc, etc...I wondered if she had known a few generations before her dear friend Martin and his vestal mustache jokes, that many Italian girls first here were seen as open season rape victims, which even Puzo had to note, as amazingly the feminist parliamentarians hadn't reached the over fed whites women yet then, and thus , like it was with civil rights, all the people who died and fought for niggers womens or anyone else rights from the twenties, certainly anyone before before Woodstock, were all somehow steppin fetchits and all did nothing before ''official time'.


I decided then to rewrite nothing, ever, for anyone, as she had requested, I saw it as a dishonor. Well, dearie, I shot back, my father wanted me to be a Jesuit lawyer, which I turned away from, as I did almost all I was ever offered, even a pretty dame or two I can think of, as fuck, any woman who memorized the alphabet can be a lawyer, sorry, --here I augured the coming Sotomayor perfectly, down to her perpetual grinning Jonathan Yardley alluded to, and now taken as a given, stupidity. But to be ever so sensitivo and unharsh, the white puppetmasters, white women with too much gum when they smile, like cobras, will say of her she is "unspectacular", as that sounds nicer than say, Stypud, or really what they mean is at least, not as smart-white -like us. ''Still, as I was a boy,'' I actually answered this whitest woman back on paper in a letter no less, "they offered me much, and saw great potentilta in Big Tony '',...I told this dumb white woman wop, '' I don’t know how the priests reacted to a girl like You...." No response yet, and that was 2000, or thereabouts. I recall it was the same day I saw a show on pbs as even then becoming yentaesque Susan Sarandon was desperately trying to say that a found and almost Roman statue of an Azteck as a triumphant solder had to be somehow ethereal and was only metaphor...They were saonts, not like the facsist wops, they couldnt have had blood sport, not a whole race of Saint Barronis...it couldnt be ...this mezzoland indigenous American Caesar with folds of garment and sword...?, No, couldn't have been really holding his enemies head in his hands...oh, he just cuddnt ....








I record here that I received a first bit of notes about the first drafts of the first half of TYOLS. The editor thought parts of it were very well written, at least I have climbed from Kirby's Inferno back to that, and as I said, Touching, especially the way I have seemed to turn Bill Clinton into something ''between Doctor Moriarty and Mickey Spillane'' --oh, The Third man, Nigger, please, I thought. But a higher editor, a white woman -of course, as they are my mortal enemy, especially if they are too fat to fuck--which is saying something from non closet faggot, titty loving, me--was aghast at my ''obvious attacks on her beloved Rachel Maddow, as my testosterone and 'fear of lesbians' was showing.'' Please, dearies, back off with the homophobia shit, dolls, as again, I have had my share of Italian perverts, refuges from Boccacchio, if not The Reich, as they taught me everything from penmanship to Cicero. And, plus, it is madrasa boy queen Dido, have thee noticed....?, who, though he is willing to put that whiter than not nose of his in everything from Car companies to bonus packages, always finds himself, though commander and chief , so very Prometheusly chained and bound and has his liver being pecked at out by a old buzzard who looks like a bald neo con wearing glasses, grumblingly, when it comes to '' don't ask don't tell'', at which the Truman ite reversal of which, seems beyond him. You know, he being commander and chief and all, but then, isn’t that a laugh itself …? Will this become the second presidency DICKIE BIG FOOTS AS PRO COUNCIL, AND NOW EVEN OUT OF OFFICE...? As I say, please, I don't mind being a failure, but don't treat me like an idiot or a corralled nigger of the bizarro Stan Savran’s on cable. I LIKE Rachel Maddow, as I have said here, and find her witty and pretty and beguiling. I DO think marrying a perky, smart, cute Lesbian is always the way to go in marriage, and is the kind of fake closet marriage I can get behind....



But, as Chacha's revenge continues , I saw where, speaking of the dear Rachel, her newest competition is going to be not anyone similar to Minerva, whom I am sure despite the o Fortuna gags she is a priestess of, as is Billbo, but instead , Joy freaking Bayhar ova heehhhhh. Good God....! She seems to have jumped unfurled, un fully formed, giggling and snarky, honking and gesticulating, off the head of CNN, as perhaps a more feminine variation of Anderson The autumn wind is a Raider. Or is it less feminine, I am, not sure…Joy Bayher as political analyst...? The mind reels. What is next, ''The CBS Evening News with Pat Cooper...?'' Although, now that I think of it, that might be an improvement over chirping Katydid and her talking shoulder pads. It could be good....Pat could come on, "and tonight in dee middle east...Madone, dese arabs is Menza mutt…idiots...and then we go to Taheran where--What!????? Iran got da bomb, now sheesh dere will be much in dah way of Bomb-bing, Goo bye people , its Ovah, ferrget it, its done.THE WHOLE THING IS --Pfffffffftttttt--OVAH" Now that news, Id watch. Jesus, thinking people will go to Joy Mamaluch for political thoughts…to Mama Bachala,--oh, my pop says I am related to Gneas Agricola, so, I can look down on the rest of you meatballs as well or better than a Cable TV Jew can—to go from Doctor Maddow, Oxford scholar cutie pie, the Betty Rubble of political discourso, to Mama Bayhar, is to put it in my vernacular, like thinking people will go from listening to dissertations from Umberto Eco to Paulie Walnuts. Oh, hunnie, my daddy liked me, as opposed to you and Bamaluch, --''am I pretty Daddy? Daddy, Daddy, where is you, Daddy....?''Cunts --and so, I was taught, deep down, you're all Paulie walnuts, to one degree or another. Get ready for the diminution dear, not only despite you eagerly repeat what you are told to say, but in fact because of it, and the liberal con artists, Hidden racists all, as my pop warned me as a boy, always like thinking, as my worth his salt fadder warned, always want to think they are better than the puppets they Dogenily, Sicilian side show, sting theorize, and wield. Don’t believe me,...Well, Is Burris out of the all white senate yet...? If there is one thing Dodd hates to be around, God Knows, its corruption, and MSNBC will dutifully go after the unprotected nigger as corrupt and show how open minded they are, hope you are noting, Dido, how shameless they can be...Too Niccolo again...?

...well, it seems a gift of mine. As too, I was told I am a natural story teller, at which I am better, like with the stories of the neighborhood Beatrice in leggings unposted here, than I am at political discourse, etc. Yes, Yes,...! I have always thought my biggest problem was not thinking enough about myself and now have proof. I remember ruminating on that late at night, if words like ''Touching and storyteller'' were in fact white women sarcastic digs, but then I thought, good God, quit being such a lesbian....and went to sleep.


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06 June 2009


Helping to bake large stone wheels of Calabrase bread involved basically me , seated on the couch, watching the soup, and a cute big lipped girl doing a variation of that show called the dish, and eventually me hollering when I smelled something burning, for someone to take it out. While seated there waiting for these giant wagon heels of thick dense Italian bread to bake, I watched a repeat of a show on msnbc, which I must stop watching as distressingly I am having the same reaction to it I usually have to the Christers, boys of the blood, hated by priests Lutheran lunatics on the Jesus freak station, but then, my italic blood doesn't take to savior comics that well, whether Jesus, Superboy, or Barrackie.

But THIS TIME , IT WAS MORE EGREGIOUS THAN USUAL, AS FIRST THE FACT THAT THE UNEMPLOYMENT RATE HIT OVER NINE PERCENT WAS SEEN BY THIS WHITEY STATION AS A LIGHT AT THE END OF A TUNNEL, AND WAS ACTUALLY BEING TRUMPETED AS GOOD NEWS...oh, I see, its anything for fearless leeder time...a light at the end of a tunnel, which, actually may not only be a train, but Amtrack itself breaking down, on top of everything. A octoroon of American racial pimp academics was on, a scholar of Black studies, uh huh, and was sporting a lovely henna rinse and frosted lipstick, by the way. She is a standard barer for almost Negro Barrack here, and like many an American nigger came out in droves, Jonnie Acornseeds, one the coast was clear, and the white women had surrendered, and said it
was alright to do so. But, this time, even this caliber of less than affirmative action spawn, given diplomas in bullshit things as not to cause a disruption in ABC'S into December night time twelfth night games of football season, bright to you by Dr. Pepper, said something almost alarmingly self righteously, dim wittingly awful, ugly and vicious . Even for her. She compared and defamed the anti abortion types, really nothing new, but, once again, as since Old Kaiser calling his followers the right, thus making his opponents the left, or the wrong, or in Latin the sinister the lefties find themselves having to defend a side where the other side is pro life, sottovociely making them, what then...? But she called them as if members of the Klan. Oh yes that all uncompromising word, The Klan, apostrophic evil, a way to demean some ones enemies thoroughly, at least to your White masters and the faggots , and for some reason me, the only ones watching this shit, ... but then, that's just what Praetor Debbie thinks, anyway...as we are the only ones watching this pravda shit. But, funny, I recall the nuns all being virulently anti abortion, and they weren't Klan members as when I was a kid, Catholics were hardly that, and some of these old women, lesbians since Bocacchio, escaped Dachau and Poland, and taught me never to ferget when Hitler was just fine with the two faced Americana slobs of empire. Ever. Anyone who can compare people who show a modicum of human compassion for the creaturas, As called in the Italian, funny they don't even use the dry Latin Fetus, which Da Vinci revealed to the world in his ultrasound pen and ink scribbles, to midnight riders who lynched men, well, there is a place waiting for you on Zuckers folly for you. And, too the joke is on her, as funny she seems to not be so averse to the Klan as to allow once such Sicilian robed men to sit in the senate in her specious party, as long as they are Democrats, but, as my father warned me of these whitest trash, They are all Democrats, boy.


I wonder if this easy breezy mulatto cover girl, being an African scholar, knows what Cumae is. Or was. Do they ever read Livy in such bullshit classes, or is it more of a nigger madrasa thing, although, Livy, unlike the saints of Darwin and the old hags who started Planned parent hood, and because he was Roman, God knows of a Jewish family , and Paduan and half breed long before the clerks of now, was no eugenicist. Oh, I wish I wuz in dee land o cotton, old times dere are not forgotten, look away look away, look awayyyyyy Dixieland.....



,...And a true Jesuit education, even in tatters and in boxes and kept hidden in dusty old attic boxes, like lead painted but beautiful Naples area carved and painted Neapolitan Christmas decoration which seem truer and realer than the plastic shit of a less saturnalia more Germanic solstice of now, has its attributes. As, too, only days after schnookie was shown in a book by an nsnbc apparatchik fag as purposefully and rather meanly trying to scalp Bill Clinton, it seems on GE commercialized Hannity no less, there is some results in now, showing a softening and a downturn in Dido's perpetual love me, love me, tell me yew love me, polls. Hmnnnn. Oh, I warn you all, especially pale women who now have overdone the love of schnook to somehow make people forget the distaste they had for him when their matron wept as a political trick, my man Bill will end this game, and will emerge victorious, no matter what.

The Harry Lime of American policies, the lovable rogue, the black coated, smiling, smirking man of the dark, Harry-Bill, he shall win this time. In beautiful cinematography and a zither playfully twanging behind, under the constant NPR playing of Stevie wonder to show how with it these fat women all are, on shades of black and white, as opposed to Somalia Joe, and his Tohoscope cartoon cinema scope, Harry will flee the police, corrupt all, and race from the creeps and the acorn pocked ss uniformed darkies in gold braid and boots, Nazi poor men fascists , and will race through the sewer of a dying empire, hair sweated and yet still curled and flying, and mad, black,trenchcoat as tunic flying about like a satanic vestment, and this time, he will emerge to flit away. And even if he is defrocked by Prickish, boorish, school marmish Barracko, at the end, as usual, America in the form of a cute brunette , will merely walk away from the Cottoning Prig of a President , and its equally chancing, devoted, romantic, bloated and corrupt and conniving heart with say with Harry, so, fu ck Saul of Tarsus, and Fuck the bloody Christers, and Fuck our Islam loving, as opposed to Arab, praetor Joe, and his bother some icky Imams, too,...see, Father Rome, never had a communists leader neither, folks,....

The heart of america will always be with fraudulent , sweet ol Bill, will always be with rancid, smiling, deceitful, Leonardo adoring, Borgia explaining Harry, while Banal Bammy is left there, alone and false victorious, winding his perpetual , incessant and now starting to actually get on people's nerves, coo coo clocks. Also, this is why Al Kida's Ford and Suburu , Bamster, or any Arabs, will never win...this is land of Billy the kid, Peckenpah, Jesse James, Elmore Leonard, Fonzy, Doctor Sivana, lex Luthor , ...Harry Lime, Bill Clinton, a myriad of scar faces, Eddie G's, Bonnie and Clyde, Cagney,...Like Italia, we here also wrote operettas about crimnials, with no less than Aaron Copeland doing the baton work and writing ballets about criminals long before Copolla ever thought and is now being demeaned for romanticizing hoodlums. Oh, see, if one is going to be evil, at least enjoy it...don't be evil and lecture us all like women, or Sunday school teachers, as that advice is something Roman you Arabs don't quite get.