07 August 2015





For my gal, Rachel Maddow, bronze priestess.




Any August birthday break of sleeping and eating and civilizing and minstrel showing as was saved from Plautus and recalled in Amos and Andy and later Scoreasy movies allowed to play of loops has gone away.


I am up to seven books done this year, bits and apices of a year long Rag accepted and published hither and yon anywhere I could Who knew I EVER ENJPY ORW ANT TOW IORK THIS MUCH…? Still find a confluence of events causes me to say things here and there between what one called the best universe creating done in comics since Stan Lee and so, since this was said as a nice aside I didn’t take it as the insult I could have. So between pages done hare end there, I must make this Romantic aside. Everyone is a satirist now I guess, it really didn’t help me to bringing these things up when priests were dying of cooties, but now who isn’t thinking hes Juvenal after all. But in the time, or at least the Italy that invented it, Satire was always meant to be mean, vicious, funny witty and again using one of its best practitioners phrase, one always had to be sure to beware the dog.


I’m not sure I can called someone a satirist who made sure he took on a sliced meat joint with more vitriol than he took on a persona whose drones attacks supplely a black mark, were done in a quintupling of numbers of death bots falling, no literally falling, this is ge, AFETR ALL, from the sky like Danny and Peachy. The orgies and salons and comities that Petronius Arbiter went to with Nero weren’t I would take it as full of bullshit and self importance as the meeting between praetor and satirist now, God knows, as politics the Italian said, has always been a banquet of rotten meats and hard bread, and I'm not sure what to think of anyone who self appoints themselves as Arbiter, see…? And then is taking as Sallust said, Dictation, as such is beneath a Roman, which is why the gal Friday, like so much, was a Roman invention, they invented the woman secretary,  redound as in my book Ancient Romance, a gal to take short hand was fine until Christianity brought Judaism to the shores of Italy in a way Glenn back would prosper with. But im not sure I care, as never found TV facsimile with Horatian satire much less anything more that beer proof.


In Tacitus, gods know no funnyman, he speaks of a satirist the best of then all, he said, brought before Tyberius, a latest and not last thin skinned sissy half breed slave fathered boy queen, and not accepting renouncing all he has said of the boy who would be king, he had his head cut off and his body thrown to crows, a favorite move of gloomy glum Tyberius, whose hated and turning on Captain Piccard as a boy left me speechless of how great the English can be when they put on the Roman rag real thick. Those pages are gone, torn from Livy by choristers, as it is said now the falling out was in Tyberius demanding that  a woman loved by Sejanus be torn down, and Sejanus demurred, as this seemed to bother the Christers, as that showed a Roman with more depth than hbo or its mavens would like. Ah but when Israel is a tire fire thanks to Barry, I hope I hope I hope its so, and I hope Barry is there that day a lame duck, what shall he say, a best Brian Blessed and Bring me my eagles…? ah but you sold them to the Ayatollah at the highest bidder, Bare, so then what…an Augustan pique to do what…?, square the bill and find out who ordered the diet Coke…take da pannnn! The satirist was decimated, a favorer word of bag holders now, literally, I loved the final goat song that somehow just because the Jewish knight told Fox news to go away, it should have been so, somehow I romantically think if you thought of cause and effect, well then this nasty shit wasnt the satire you were doing, as what fools they mortals shouldn’t be wasn’t a line stolen by any English fairy. You think not but my tastes  have never been to satire, Roman or not, but really, as have always had a soft spot in my heart for the actual and the literally Roman, like Virgil or Ovid, as close to satire as Id like to get, why I don’t know, but gods know Tacitus wasn't my hero, as he showed what he was, again I called here to anyone interested, in that after many books evcierating, boy Jonnie and his minions sure liked Spillane like sound effects words, huh, showed a level of violence close to the tethered dog, sousing a bag man word, a familia from a hundred years before between his protestations, like Cicero that the Jews were the enemy within, and would destroy Rome as they’d cause centurions to go hither and yon to destroy one Arab king after the next, humnnnnn. So, he was brought into the praetors office as is seen now, and was told in no uncertain terms, historians is for losers, and now , the piratical now of the Caesariate  was all that mattered, an idea like in Fraud the roman echoes would be found again in Marx. Karl not Groucho.


It seems the arbiter of all that was decent and roman had made a mistake in his acquiesce to the Roman army going in to Liguria to put down an uprising in N Italy never mentioned god knows as much as Masada, but with the same basic gist. I read hero of mine Arminius Pictor was a Roman family scion, and had had enough of the Roman queers and their salons and their shit and went Mishima or D’Annunzio batty, which is better than being Levied, and being ignored once Mussolini was dead, and like a dumb wop he thought Italia would be allowed to choose its own destiny, as communist, HA!, not with that cross on the flag signore, and ended his life unable to publish anything as Patton had not stopped at eboli. My father laughed at this, AS HE TOLD ME the italic reds like the mafia were pawns of Churchill and evil Roosevelt, showing satire is in our italic blood. As with banking the Jews just do a pale but meaner imitation.


Pictor encamped, with 300 men, no comic book here thank gods, and demanded terms or destruction, there is no third. He was sodden into filth by the Legions ,and Liguria was sewn back to Italy, as to this day there is resentment of the Romans an their shtick, but, sanely the senator Tacitus found a theater to Rome, like later senators who bleat and cry all day and then resale the drones, as good democrats like Shumah and Fwank and Warren and turbine Durbin are always ready to wave a flag over a megadetah battle field and as I said, call it a day. I know this, like as with the hanging gardens of Fort Lee, in a play I wrote as a seventeen year old called Hanging gardens, there is more to Italy than any comedians della saquina that Jews can bankroll and wops can film lustily, as if a Verdi Opera. Poor Pictor, I thought in a book I literally finished on  September 10th 2001, waking up the next day to hear Tony Bruno of all people announce a plane had gone into the Bauhaus towers raised when I was a boy, Armininius Pictor  I hope I recall the name right, but he was destroyed and like his signet ring , a magic ring refound in the strips of my Cat. Magnus, his wife, beautiful Ligra, she was called queen of highlands and was brought to …oh god, this is so sixth grade to me now, who recalls…who benefits…was it Diolician, who was it,,, anyway lovely Ligra Italic maid was brought to the Caesar as terms of treaty, in fact this story was found by me in a book called I, Tromfi, in which the ligurains are supposedly demeaned and trashed and the Romans seems the victors,  until a reading again, an Italic trick no cable television shows do, anyway…Ligra, she was brought to the king of Italy now, as a prize, her husband the Roman mad man and hung from the tower there as eveeedeeence, you know like how espn destroys Manziel, and she was meant to be Diolictians or who ever was the Prince that Tacitus dedicated his histories to, queen and unify Italy, as again someone nauseatingly thought they could make the Italians a master race. Oh, such which never works, as it as Nicollo said, forgets itself and its basic core, as if one is an Italian, any master race, or chosen people shit goes against everything that make some worth his salt. You die Roman, rabbi, as Augustus told the man. Ligra in the story found and rewrote by me in 2000 or so, takes her own life by cutting her stomach out lest she breed a Caesar, and falls onto the ground, to get even in ways we civilized have replaced with compound checking. Ligra queen of the highlands was dead, refunded in bits and pieces in Boccaccio’s war epic, La Fiametta, I think later prescribed by Chaucer who loved Italia when this was allowed, as I think ‘the knights tale’, but sixth grade and its Roman nobility wears so long ago, as the vicar of Christ was called by Wayalnd Flowers puppet Ann Colter as some furriner, which shows what she thinks we are as America to begin with. But, as a heroine, an Italian queen Ligra never getting the press of Bodica, but then what Sophia ever would.


Tacitus, again no satirist, was brought in to the freefalling Caesar’s office after this, a book hed not deign to write, as Caesar had tired of his lefty bullshit, screeching about the proletariat and then signing off on wars so wholesomely and fully, a dichotomy that has Hillary’s numbers plummeting, the coven has been closed, as she has her own cadre of Ligras killed by hubby strapped to her glider…mush mush! He was brought in, was Cornelio, and told in no uncertain terms that the people were grumbling as again one cant have a good empire without trashing one own people first, and they tired of signatory bullshittter always doing his woe is me shtick. If Tacitus wanted out of the senate, as he did, and gave a list of cities he wished to be sent to as attaché, yes the Romans had real politic when both sides of BARRYS FAMILY WAS LIVING IN TREES, HOPING FOR RAIN, OR REIGHN, including Cairo, Naples, Brindisium Bagdad and Troy, if he wanted to be sent there, to get way from the Italians, who now hated his guts, well then, hed forgo the lectures and write a book praising the once noble Roman army man, who he had called a security guard, lest the trash in the streets lose their respect for the Roman army, as they you know, killed Ligurian little girls like the Crips do today between crying jags over second story men caught in the act. If Cornelius wanted to be free of the senate that leadership now distanced and hated him, and be the ambassador of the families whose creation he despised, as Gore said, Robert Graves did nothing that wasn’t in Tacitus annals, except taking out the good parts for a sissy English audience . And Tacitus would write a book quickly and by voice if need be, no bullshitty crap about getting things right, true propagandas about my own forbearer, a simple Sabine soldier tough guy, a cowboy epic, a John Ford film on paper, a non decrepit soldier who was his own father in law, everything on that level is a quid pro quo, Gneus Julius Agricola, and so he went to work. The great historian wrote a book out Virgilin Virgil, no more PAUL than Paul, about how wonderful the Roman soldier was… or else. That he did this said much about him, again never a favored of mine, but now openly mocked for a Germania book that invented the lefts wing , he was after all a scion of the people, aren’t they all, love of the noble savage. A comic writer seeing my work as offered may rewrite a knights tale of his as Roman juts to get me to do it, as I said suddenly all my Roman warnings seem rather common sense, after all. The days of Scorsese , the imputes to this, though dedicated to Raquel, censoring me are long gone, as he will do his shaky Chihuahua act on command, lest the circus completely pass him bye.


After Cornelius Tacitus deferred and did this, he was leaving the Roman senate, once the set place for the comeuppance for Cicero by my hero Sallust, you know dictation is beneath a Roman, see above, or in every third of my posts by now, the old queer was leaving the senate under darkness, has he had come to do until getting to the comfortable and decadent east, where’d you escape I guess a lover of Germanic hard boiled tough guy ethos to wish to live, like a  Jewish mahcer in Hollywood, leaving burgeoning Rome,-NY Newark behind for sun valleys, and he saw his mean enemy , a sentry, sorry, senator from Tuscany,  who thought sending the army into a prone part of Rome for by now 700 years, that suddenly not so worried about roman victims, you know again like you and drones again, that the new Coriolanus was a bit much, but then, if a constitution is a living document it’s end is in senility isn’t it…? The smart ass senator I love, the always old man nameless senator how shows up like the old men in the balcony in the Muppet show, sees Cornelius said says knowing the book is out about How my fore father smashed, again Stewarts word, Ireland without even trying, the old man senator now old enough not to care, made a point to hail the great writer and love of stoicism, before he was to frolic in Anatolian waters and steams. ‘Ah its Comenius writer of histories,’ the senator said, ‘out so late, like a Brutus in March nights…’ ouch. Oh, the senator said loudly so the pimps and cats of the night could hear…how proud that the satirist killed by Tybeius would be to know you have become a lover of the warrior, by now, the man said to turn the knife. ‘Your heart may be with the Germans, old man,,,", the senator said, Kerns Godwin and McColluch would call this as aprophica, and unsettling to a historian , but where the Latin jurists knew the truth lies, “ But We always knew your balls wished to be ensconced in Naples, where the pretty girls play in surf.” My brother drilled in this stuff more than I was, said tired he had to get to Naples where the pertly women frolicked, to get the hell out of Pittsburgh but alas I cant even get him to the Newark where the Jews left.


So what am I saying here, as backlash fallows praise, as we allowed a man to lecture us about the kind of half bullshit screeds part of political life since the forum, a place that Barry would slam the doors shut to if he could, someone who called the goofball who does the dread family guy for daring to note that Jew baby union organizer thug gumba yid crossed  picket line instead of making common cause with the writers which he loves so for telling him what to say, I think Juvenal writes his own shit, what do I say, and who cares…?, I get more of a reaction than want any more as we all know how quiet you are when GE house everything’s now FIND out what working for Jack Welch was really all about anyway…


See, GE Theater closed for repairs a week before the republican debate, hmnnn, I guess showing their business was always drone making and war dancing and never did they think socialism was ever for anyone but bankers. With Trump all teed up, our stand-ins for first mate Virgil’s on the crew have all tired out, or like Eddie been fired, and take your damn plebiscites with you, we don’t need any 95 percent's of fools on any same side, you know now that free trade is through, though a little extra in the kick for being such good soldiers, or sailors and not brining up TPP when your prince signed off on it as he always does. Ah the backlash to the triumph, my love of the Roman madman seems catching, as there was always something too Jewry and pushy and long islandy about Jonnie to the house of Luce and even Pinchy, who take off on him as he goes out the door. With gorgeous buffoon Trump right there, the answer from Gods of Rome to those bag men bush and Clinton who thought they had cornered the market as it were on cash, in comes a blot from the green and with the wonderfulness of Italic vulgarity, as he throws it all in your face. You know why Irish thug MATTEHWS IS laughing it up with drag queen Rudy, showing after all we are after all going in a unified direction, as Wasserman Shutzman Person is busily having her hair done…oh what a waste, but then they only swan song this summer that made me feel bad was that of Keith’s, my buddy, a liberal taken on by Jonnie, who like the divas they are, knew that you cant have two prima donnas  in one company, as I like using farce and theater references as the Romans did, as a wop am not allowed the vertias that say Jewish comedians are, much less their wall street in laws. As I said tried with all my heart to be catholic school decorum, tried to say nothing, but when saw the good-fellows homage, found myself turning off the latest triumph, and went away, as again, what did I expect from someone who is allowed to make a seated senator the sissy, needed that much phone time to explain himself to the untalented oaf who makes family guy, cursing  him off, making me feel bad for that putz, as if its Stewarts world and were all just Rick Sanchez in it. I love his Kramer as lectured to about solemnity over Munnney, dis is what weve chosssen, while Juvenal over here was making fun of wars turning into bloody fiascos, you know Jewish ethics. No one he knew was there, as opposed to wall street which was a family bidness. Ah f off all of yew. By accident found a late night showing of Magneto and Claudius, both beloved  by me, in a show called vicious, showing with the echoes of Roman farce, sometime playing the sissy is better than more acceptable tragedies, which all white women wish for all brunettes, gays and Negros to live through as they engorge themselves on double stuff Oreos. Bless them both.


This wasn’t the summer to fuck with Roman Tony, as saw our FAVORITE BRUNETTE, WELL, MAYBE NOT FAVORITE, DO her interview with Jonnie, and saw something interesting, which not prepared for that from these two, it perked my Roman ear up. He had done a Washington monument chataqua go ta meeting, because after ten years he said, he was allowed to show America what he believed, which under cut every word he said before, as sorry to be Romantic again, but Satire IS what you believe, and not an affectation or a fraudulence, but what do I know. I have left Captain Magnus on Mars and must get back to an eight pager as I guess I do know what being a Romans satirist was about, and that in fact, if one is too much a satirist they end of a Roman bath and when one takes diction from the Prcinpate they end up laughing at the warm pool. A horrid hack of Fox news who the Juvenal of wall street seemed more comfortable with than Keith, said this week, and Saw this by accident that his word of the day , always good to be lectured to about verbiage from someone who goes nuts because a new word is on the prompter said, don’t be Saturnian…this word used by Greeks to demean books already there before their love of war fags,  because they were too noble, too full, too now dry, now wet, now full now empty as a befuddled Greek said of Aeneid, but then like with Alex Hayley, any book that’s says something white women don’t like is always a plagiarism, unlike one take for three minuets never being seen before, since no woman likes Touch of evil, and no woman reads Virgil, except maybe witchy Rachel. Saturnian, my word for the day, kids,  for the works of Italic genius now admitted to, paid homage to, the works of men named Lucius and Ennius and the Snowman, the works I redid in AR and in comics about strong men, don’t be saturnine,  he said, like a  good catholic hack, as I must ask, with Roman sonnets of honest rugged beauty by men who liked girls and not little Greek boys, extant bits festooning the shelf here, why can a black man not have to walk under a confederate flag but a beloved American Indian have the flag that waved at wounded knee waved in his face…ah the divergence that they pay men not to see or much less note upon…Don’t be Saturnian, and I thought, don’t worry, no one ever is. Who’s on Charley Rose…?


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