SUPERSEASON.
1.I audaciously don’t
repress anymore to almost anything, having had my fill of dealing
with the Ed Shultz dancers of various weights on NBC, and so, I leave
things be now mostly. However my emails filled up with as many as
twenty or more electric fliers telling me from various outlets that
though was sneered back at and told to go away by most, still, they
ah me on enough of a electric friends list to keep selli- sorry
Sending me bulletins on re submitting my work for A Bigger Check,as
I said, always the American core dream. Finally had enough and have
no want or desire to resubmit anything twice, and so made this quick
cheerful repine and sent in to most every outlet who had ethnic names
making me think that they were affiliated with the artful dodgers
that make Portlandia, when in fact none did. Ah, the catacombs of
unsettled gods.
Therefor, and with the
personalized heading to the film fiesta, sorry don't want to bother
the spics by you parroting their Culture, or Vinegar, as MA WOULD SAY, as the days of white men eating grinders in jeans and running for
the Senate may be over, and inst that too bad, as the noble savages
dressage their failure as their their Vergillian guide Jews assuage
their guilt but keep on at the vomitorum, as again, a good credo to
remember when dealing with war inc.'s comedy divisions, we ain’t
married to none of this. I sent the most sneering group to email me
about WOP LIKE ME, there is no pale it seems in Filmdom for
over allocation of Spartacus being denounced by its own
hagiographer—as was told again as with Scorsese, if I don’t like
Stanley Kubrick, well that is a blemish on my forehead, and should
rethink film as a calling—as if!--as again the land of televised
Torquemada Andie poo reveals itself again, that when they men and
spoke of a first amendment, sacrosanct for their blood comedies, wop
minstrels shows and vile video games of assassin-hood, well, the
ethnics at the CNN table of prosecutors never quite meant you, it
seems...
I was castigated by one
for pretensions again in placing my video in what is called wide
screen, 16 x 9. As in disliking the shaggy Dog, pacifist filmmaker
who didn’t read Sallust all the way through like a Hollywood sort
might not, give me the gist, baby,...an disliking the high falloting
bullshit artist known as Stanley Kubrick, but then as an Italian
worth my salt as the jurists made me feel, I am never shocked, just
as Machiavelli said,but Always disappointed, though by now should
know better. There IS NO DESIRE TO HEAR OF ROMAN CATTILINE,
something I should have known of when in a 750 page book, my
dismissal of Obama as a leprous, weakling, contagious, horrid black
Elmo who was an on the pad hermaphrodite—I am the auger—was
second only to my blunt admiration for a mad man of history as
Catiline, as when the right and left meet, we are all under
surveillance or in jail anyway, so release the drones.
2. So having to
download the whole of a treatment and a pitch to NBC on May day, I
thought it was due on mayday, but was wrong, again, but still I do
better as teachers have told me when on deadline and cannot fall into
habits of going over the same fields with almost myopic focus and can
do better off the cuff than having to write hundreds pages outline
for five thousand page books about middle Italy no one cares about. I
was at wits end at the end of another Month in Obama nation as has
happened I believe each of the last forty eight months optimism and
gray skies are gonna clear up, Jewish optimism, Roman Overestimates,
are extrapolated each moth by an timed readjustment of numbers a
liar club of rejiggering, re niggering numbers, in a Persian like
abatement called principally enough, mid month revision, where the
great numbers of the beginning week of each month are replaced by
sadder more literalistic numbers by the 15th, in the only
Roman thing which Barry has ever been a hand to, as Ides is his
middle name. Well, maybe not Ides...Still, by the end of the month we
are all, if not in the one percent to whim the 93 and growing cents
of each Diinarrus go, explaining why Caesars wife is still praetor,
at least for now, we are all at bare cupboards with the wolf at the
door as we live out a Stones soup society that only a half breed
could brings us to with strega wop yenta and effeminate Mormon form
vulgar Vegas as triumvirs. I was out of room on two digital smart
carts to place another talk to the Obamanation, of mine to show my
project to NBC, so took pieces of wop like me, still unedited in my
snare and downloaded them and put them together, with a quick
reading of my post 'Ill Pitch but I wont Catch', and put together in my
rag tag artisan ways, a treatment for funny pages, coming in a 5:17
seconds , by downloading public domain pictures of That Girl and Abe
Vigoda, Johnny Carson, and Berle, and made my pitch, and sent it to a
place where Amy Polar is considered funny, but now that we have
broken that sped record with such as Jimmie legs in the Tonight show,
whose audience is evaporating. Hmnnnn, who saw that coming, as CBS
reconsiders now the matter of Colbert openly, ...the other day upon
the stair I saw a man who wasn’t there he wast there again today I
wished he die and go away, in the original Grimm, as they were
sticklers for murder, whenever possible, as so one is funny anymore
as George said, why not me, and thus sent in the film.
To be bitchily as I
take more swath than a nobody deserves, I downloaded the whole of the
great Albert Brooks' Super season and used that as a Muzak behind it
all. I HAD only hours before I thought the deadline of may first was
here, and had to of course download a sign an agreement, which always
I never see comm-in, so who knows maybe Nancy Polloozzoi will one day
lecture us all into becoming beloved, and the Democrats might keep
the Senate and win back the house. Ha, Im kidding, they is doomed,
that I know. I downloaded the aggrandizement , and printed it on 9 by
12 Dick Blick art paper shaved down to fir my hp printer, and scanned
it and used open source open office with scan and click to print an
save the signature, even in Obama Clarkian nightmare, the most
necessary part. I did this all and downloaded it all, finished by
five o'clock on May 1st, as was vowed to the Tuscan god of
all that is industrial to do, as Machiavelli said, be true to your
lies, its the least one can do.
3. I went up into the
attic, where I keep hard copies of brother word processors files,
unreadable now, and found the ruins of funny pages, a zoetrope file
exists, I, to get even for the Patria and maybe even my father, used
horrid Zeotrope as a personal transcribing service, until released as
usual here in Scorsese America, that the puppet show owner was from
hunger again, and Sharpton like had to eat as much consignment as he
could gets, as his pdf files all looked like gray shit. I have a few
saved page but not the rest, having to do with the central part of
the show, as I saw the cast shown before me from 2012, last time it
was of us to me, how you treat your dying lame veterans and aging
centurions, as you keep telling us the gladiators are hungry, all
quite anti Roman, but what do I know. The cast is all here, A genius
named Will Sasso as two characters, was in the moviola roman thertro
in my head, great cartoon artist boy man Morty, and Lucas like space
man tyrant William Falcone, a boyfriend from Gilmore girls Jason
Paldecky and or Heimlich Linkletter as thin reedy cartoonist Edith
'Eddie' Head, the stoner weirdo, the girl knockout who played Simone
on all my children as bitchy girl cartoonist new hire Cat-woman,
Janice Smythe, hot pin up secretary receptionist Wendy Fiore as
vavavaoomy Denise, local sportscaster mimic Jon Burton as black geek
Larry, even vinegary Television bitch Keith Olbermann as owner of
conglomerate Anvil Comics, a last Bernie Kopell sort, a Sterenko sort.
etc, these were the cast I sued as I use to hear the characters in my
head. And there too, was the fulcrum of this show, Stan lee like
cosmic impresario who had been tossed out of anvil comics on his ear,
Uncle Harvey Berg. He has been here thrown out and goes to his
buddies, younger less successful sorts, less wealthy comic book Indy
daddys boy Turnus Jones, to show his anger at the fact that Anvil
which he created out of nothing and made a powerhouse is about to be
bought by the Disney land of the Tonyverse, and he is out. Again,
this was written 2009 or so. Pages I have left, include an appearance
by Turnus on GE MSNBC COLLEGE BOWL, AS THAT CHANNEL HAS BEEN MADE
INTO GAME SHOWS, Edith falls for cat-woman, who is a unmitigated
bitch, and not in that cute bullshit CBS way, they try to fix the
Superbowl knowing the Dallas cowboy quarterback is a queen and thus
try to black-male him with a John Madden doppelganger, and my pilot ,
if she dies she dies, which is about Turnus using Imatch .com to hook
up with an old woman he is going to marry, Lucy Carmichael Warez
Schwartz, a gravelly voice ex golden age of television comedienne,
who he is going to wed to get her money, and then she dies, throwing
out the first pitch at the Mets game laving him nothing. I must admit
there is a love in me of Petronius and Terrence, Norman Lear and Mel
Brooks that makes me think that again, as making a film about
Italians and Italians in film, no Marty anymore, that uses puppets
of Roman radicals, that I might just be , in our Tina Fey-Barbie
world, barking up the wrong petrified tree in our grimmest Forrest.
As saw that one time heart throb, the girl for whom Roman Mythology
was not made, as I couldn’t bare it without oxygenated hated
Angelina Jolie as Clementine, an again I was using that name before
was made mere dog dinner by the Indy crowd because, the name it went
back to Pop, I take it in America that she had to play a witch, as
she could actually be nothing else. Is all Forgiven now, as Disney
makes you beloved and puts you in your place...?I used also first
sighted Wendy then as receptionist, in the script, as spoke to radio
good guy preoducer once, and he told me at wkrp, again a kind of show
we don’t have amid the Crack head Christmas specials we have with
the suddenly dark dentists from Seinfeld, bah!, meth heads and guilty
killers and men in gray flannel suits, that the role of the
receptionist was meant for a bosomy brunette who would be a ditz, a
cute turn around, oh heavens, and horrid toxic spill of seventies
rescission implant Loni Andersen asked them to change it to a smart
ass blond, which has never appealed to hee haw me, or really anyone
else. She sent in her head shot as brunette by the way showing that
we are losuey with Jennifer's always retrying to game the Grimms we
have been taught, and so keep the ode of a brunette ditz as the
receptionist, but did conceit that Maureen dowdy, as with so much
black horses beat me to the Monica I had envisioned, but did it as
she does all with womanish menaces, and viciousness that I didn’t
think of, and which Clinton had to create, as a lover of Terence too.
In making the NBC PITCH TRAILER, I looked up a show I recall as a boy called the Monetfuscos. It was savaged by criticism, as the thought of Italians in a middle class life of the sort defied by Persky and Denoff was too much to bear and to this day we expat our Lara Crofts and once time sex bomb Gias to revert to Grimmest, no Walt like, shorthand to keep the white women happy. I Wonder what Jewish gate keeper napped between them and the suddenly long last love of Gandolofni and his dead end kids, in which packed the plaintiff cries of Pleh pleh, but middle brow and lower tv critics suddenly in love with the obvious Truth of the last minstrel show allowed, at least so openly. But then, as I have come to know I am utilizing their farce places in ways far too Roman for the Jews who still dream and yearn for a queer assimilation, somehow keeping theorize Shumah like timeless elitism, all the way too, To the hags who have called my work antisemitic, sorry, in your spasm of self adoration, its isn't that set of Mediterraneans I have been admiring and castigating, and using as exemplars of glorious decay for six years here. No, fuck fiddler, to me Zero is flim flam slave man producer of farce in stockings, and idealistically says the Theater is a temple, Comedy tonight! Hillary is that you, cause Bill just came out to tell us all with a wink you were sicker than anyone said you were, ah,,,,the viscountess of the doge, will he ever tire of his evil eye...? It aint Jews I think of as dare I speak of how Republicans are destroyed by bankers, no sorry dolls, I aint a fox new hound or a Ge template looking fore dark unenlightened, unlightbulb monies that are evil down to the very bones of clever Machiavelli. I alas feel I am trying to get even for too many Bososmy starlets that hags like mouse faced Anderson didn't give a chance to as she always failed to be the dishwater cunt in the t bird in Lucas fevered unreal dreams. I am getting even for too much, and cant do that at NBC, god knows, just ask Keith!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHsiWPrVezg&feature=youtu.be
NEXT. SUPER SEASON PART 2.
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