09 July 2009

Virgil.


1. The Stan Savran experience on that dread channel, Ms. NBC, which I do try to avoid, really, was at his usual dulcet and subtle best, screeching about Al, AL Franken for somehow not being devoted enough to the lefty case. Poor Al, another Jew or Arab with not a stitch of Roman training tries to traverse the malabolgia of an empire devoted to its free bread, as Caesar noted, thinking that natural jewey conniving will see him through. It won’t. Now amazingly, the elitists who have played at being guardians of the po and the weak since Livy, waited just until after Al was seated to go after him, for the graying horses ass now thinks itself Busephilus. The underlying offense, is that Al wasn't being pushy and vulgar enough. To the Jewish mind, which marinades in the idea of supremacy and chosen-ness, the italic truth of conniving of Pass'avanti is always a shock.





2. This day though did tell me to recall all of that which was the whole emphasis to the letters of stoics read to me, and forced on me to have read, by my parents and by the roman clerics. Don’t become a goddamn nigger Tony, or its woppy variations, as in Coppola division, or Scorsese factions, as that was the secret ethic, not so secret, actually, of all which I was told. Don’t be a good for nothing artless doge hanger on, don’t be a worthless apparatchik 's whore, don’t be gathered human scum, paid off with a knife and laughter and the feeling of the safety of being in an army of sloths who destroy the latest of an unending string of Nero’s enemies, one ligurian girl after the next , as to them, there is nothing more important than doing nothing, watching games, playing dice, and whores and wine, and being admired for their every chug. I do try to avoid the fat ugly people of Ms NBC, Otv, but going though the channels, I saw the immensely large, bloated, catholic Irish priest well fed face of Olberino, and really all this mother fucker needs is bolts on his neck to obtain a kind of ‘’gods and monsters’’ kind of camp. He said, in that inimitable espn ‘’good team bad team’’, it’s perfectly okay to hate niggers when its Albert Bell, or TO and he almost beats golden boy, way, that any argument against Hazel, Sotomajorrrr, with the word ‘’Ricci’’ in it was somehow a failure. Well, he is showing his love of washer woman Sotomayjor, who amazingly for the rites and needs of Schnookster, doesn’t have a ''Latin'' name ending in a pesky vowel somehow. As does Ricci…why do I think Olberman and even Schnooker are more closely related to slave holders than is he, or am I, case may be. ….? ‘’Any argument with the word Ricci in it…?'' God almighty , even equally lunchy Beckel, --boy you heart bleeders eat well--a dem operative when Olbie was still turning on the first twinkle toes Barry, said this all is ''dicey'' cause Italians have had their own problems with discrimination in Gods new empire. And it doesn't help that it looks like what the passavanti, who Dagos have known and hated since Livy, really fear is niggers actually studying for anything. As the white power structure fearfully does recall that Tuscan like aqueducts were in Africa too, when Basmmy's white kin were still living in trees. Gee, really, Keith, does that name ''Ricci'' sound too catholic for you, dear...? Uh, What does that mean....Oh, poor Ricci, soon to be destroyed like, say, plumbers and other working people, all by the ethicist lovers of the working man, to the delight of honey haired Lesbos isle, tax collector, cunts who still hold out hope madrassa boyeee will see the light about ‘’done ask done tell’’, …well hope springs eternal …or is abandoned, well, it all depends on where you open the book. Ricci, yassee, and wont Minnisotttta soon tire of re fried Jack Benny cadence,... he is neither dark nor white enough to have the fake and or true devotion of the white trash tribunes of the plebes, who think just hurling words of constipated compassion, and sympathy, might somehow atone for that twelve percent unemployment rate, which they fear and race against like the coming of an Asgard venial somber German god in an already interminable German opera. Such a destiny, Yaseeeee, Rodchester--and get used to that one, naacp, even a blind man can see commin, is a reverse dues ex machina of destruction, at and to which a fearful College of cardinals already parry and besiege with prayers, and hope to get enough done before the tempest, as both they and their nigger queen seems to be already doing the Augustus hand out austere pose of holding back the incoming wave, there in Bills beloved Rome.


But, this day too, what I suspected was made true vibrantly, and a man named Roland Burris, this expulsion from new Roma dutifully bracketed with some kind of ‘’colords only’’ story they find when needed, was shoved out of that ultimate country club, which laughingly calls itself a senate. And that I was releaved to recall, as my father warned me, that in a world of the bloated compassionate, the Turbin Derbins of the world have superseded in perhaps opening up a seat that CBS seemed to know would be cleared of a black woman in 1999's pre nigger Transfiguration pre time, a virtual week before it happened. We call that pulling a ‘’Jack Ryan’’, since you are now so good at, like Caesar coming up with the word ‘’Pompous’’ so soon after Pharsalia, to add insults to dictionaries. Turban Durbin and dying old klans—no fooling, klans men white men--masters as servants - will recall the first black man to be elected to state wide office in Daily news land, with, it is being now amazingly said even after princess Caroline babbled her way through a perfunctory ‘devil’s advocate’ hearing, that somehow will install another Kennedy nepoto , how nice….!Another Compound brat, another Kennedy doge nephew, will be installed as next cardinal from the drunken familia of entitled, initialed, gods. Pass the salt less bread, dear… another Kennedy, Roman beer on tap, wants the seat to which he believes he is entitled by God almighty himself, as opposed to you know, being from there, or better, by the drunken genetic code of his shanty, lace curtain rats, whore mongering, but excellent swimmers, family…! Another of these Irish cokaraaachesss, as a nun called them to me, when I was a kid, wishes to be installed as cardinal, you know, as uncle Ted is teetering before his maker and the poor must have a drunken, ass pinching, passavante doge who laughs when the poor weep. Oh, well, check out to make sure Sonny don’t have a few rapes in his background, as that seems a sin you lefty swine excel at , especially out on the vineyard. A KENNEDY, AGAIN,...? Good lord Gesu, haven’t they all died out yet, ...Lord Tasus,will this Medici nightmare never be done,….? Good God, and in Chicago no less, what, have the Medici brothers opened a branch in India, after all...? How nice a black man is being thrown out of the assembly of Queens, for ties to Blago, but the thick ropes to my man blago shown by Rammy the Bulgarian and by Shnokkie are ignored. The black president, all depending on what day he is caught and at what, as opposed to a black senator, isn’t so sullied by Blago as to be hurled out. At least Not yet....


3. Across the hall in this laughably titled ‘’senate’’, this Knesset more likely, a haggard old nun of Monza, old sister Gertrude, so bony and crumbling, this Manzoian monstrosity, has seen for the squash of a resolution, a meaningless , worthless , ceremonial page of imperial pities and a ribbon, perhaps noting that the state realized the contribution to American folk music Michael Jackson made, and suddenly, as if on cue, the niggers who flit about the broken hemorrhaging power of democrats, and their hypocrisy, stop. As if on cue, the tap dancing niggers with prince of foxes goatees and fat chins, the incongruously named Elvis's, and the hagiographers all disappate, like so much pork fart in Nero's dining room. Oh, Janet, cutie pie you are, just slip Obama the God a fiddy, believe me, you’ll get everything you want. That is how he gets his ambassadors and even chiefs of staff, to not a peep by the censors and the overtly just, the elderly sons of one times klans men, of whom my father perpetually equated democrats with racist , and was not that wrong as it was anyway. I knew something was up p when our perpetually care filled queen took a week to say it was kind of sad that the boy who sang ''abc'' was dead at 50, but as my Ma says of carefuller Disgraziatti, '' he looks all four ways before not crossing a street''. Again, it sounds better in Neapolitan Italian, like say, the word Empire itself. No, now that Bush is gone, but can be brought up when things get a bit dicey and the Pallin circus shit seems to be not working, imagine that, the watchdogs are asleep at the praetorium oven for warmth. But alas, with how The Stenny ‘’Nothing is over! ’’ Hoyer targeted Nancy, our Mother Gertrude, one would think she would need or fake all the good will she could get, that she would be so callus and frankly dismissive, as to crush this, as it is only meaningless prattle, and of course let it be known, is strange , unless they haven’t been the party of yes, as the big faced fools have pretended them to be. As sorry, Ed, lunchy, lugubrious, crummy, pea soup stained Ed, there are masters and servants and it is funny, is it not, how democrats seem like they voted in masse more easily and orderly for Fisa and patriot acts than they do socialized anything...?





4. Oh, I can’t wait for the destruction of the house of Mirth by the suddenly reawakened wildness ascendant and overtaking it, replicating it, overwhelming it, the vines made alive and reborn of an ancient Italee, as Chaucer called it, taking back this mere white mans affectation of Italic ‘’rule of law’’, again, like ‘’natural law’’ and ‘’chiaroscuro’’, things which were found in no Koran or bible, but in the mad brilliance of the race of poor pitiful patriot user, dearest, ebert disliked, Machiavelli. I can’t wait for the reclamation of time and tides by and of a Jew feared, deep down, Roman god. I can’t wait until the house of mirth and its yenta clerks are swallowed in like something seen in Ariosto or some medieval Italian fairy tale, and then, the old women will make a sign of longhorns and nod reassuringly that their gods, as opposed to melancholy Christ and his Banking creeds of heaven, do so effortlessly ‘’ crush the proud’’, doesn’t they always. I can’t wait until Shnooker opens a door, smiling all deee while missa Chaney sur, and a billion acorns come streaming ahead, in a sea of rot and mold, and coming swimming down them all is the smiling, Laura like Minerva,-- if you must--, smiling and sexy and mean and bitchy, perhaps wearing the Capri pants of her later incarnations on Caesar’s island of warm winds and nubile women among the traitorous, ambitious, fags. I can’t wait till it all blows up and I can’t wait to see how inhuman and tone deaf Stan--agaion, not teh eral stannnn savaran, who I like,--thats as close as I can phonetically get to To Yinserese, Love daaa show.....but his doppleganger, Ed Shlitz, and Keith will be to keep smirking and smiling and laughing and needing and wanting amid the wreckage and the termites and the eaten through planks of wood, and the blocks they thought of as carrera marble will end up being just bathroom toilets smashed to bits. I swear I will start laughing right when you all think it has all become such a tragedy,...Just like how innumerable Romans filled the music of the spheres with laughter, on the day when Al cast his first vote as a senator bucking the praetor he had been lauding as a savior only days before, and I did chuckle when I heard that, to the silence of honey haired lesbo cunts on thatawful channel, now conservative democrats, the spawn and the eventual vendetta of Don Clinton, are asking for Sarah Pallin's help in securing interestingly suspicious , oh I mean Racist of course, parishes of the forever apostate atheist liberal church in deprecating Ohio....God, I love the Ricocco. Booyah!, Jimmie…Booooo-yah…!