There is no desire in me to watch the porcine Rove, now our bloat Torquemada, who I noted sued Strong man as an anti Trump screed, within days picked up by the strange bed fellows he has gardened among fags nigger and dykes on allegedly liberal stations. Ah if he is as good a Machiavelli as he was a Francis in dealing with the wretched in the flooding crescent city, Guuumbbbbo cupcakes, or a good a Caesar as he was in Iraq, something tells me, Trump has as his ace in the hole, and I mean Hole, Karl Rove, for whom as the real Machiavelli said of one of his nemesis the word Fiasco seems to have been minted. My plebeian ear pricked up when I heard strong man, as without a Dan Rather to babble in the right direction for the Bush family, by now in Rome you’d be hung as complicit, that dark hand is more JPP than it is Jethro Puegh. So I watched Jerry Lewis night, with he and equal ethnic Dean exemplifying a gone America as he did in his films as De sica did a fallen Rome, and Im not kidding. Just watching this, I saw the occasional Shirley and Kim Novak the only blond I ever adored, maybe cause too she is as ethic as the cunts in henna are not. But watching a house coon equate Trump to Castro and this thug making us all remember, again the silence is the important part as Dante said, when he was a young radical in t shirts emblazoned with Che, now in mothballs, this is all too boring for Circus loving Tony, and an Arminius I never liked can only be made worse by regularly scheduled brakes for Cialis commercials as forced Augustine marriage doth makes bores of us all.
Karl the pig man blunders into another quagmire as frenetically hell had to explain, no it was never Hillary all along, with hash tages they hated you know wasted on trying to save black girls from CIA operatives masticated unto Isis, Brezhnev is laughing, who got off the reservation as all terrorists I guess since Reagan do. As so ad hoc are they, so desperate to get Trump, they equate him to a fascist only weeks after they made him commit to no third party pledge like men in suits all saluting in act one of Julius Caesar by Orson Welles. With Karl and Rachel as our ec sewer keepers, oh wait thet was an Italian’s attempt at recalling satire while Jewey Willie thought he bought the paper on satire, we presented the dyslexics Julius Caesar in modern dress, IE, You ate, Brute…too much. Hell pretend this was all for the people, when it surely was nothing close, as he has shown he and his Princlings never calculate what the trash left behinds is going to do. Show up Jeb, show up and run don’t sit in the shadows like a coward ,playing Roman hero isn’t your type, and signora Fortuna will kill you a million times.
After about ten days of vegging out and catching Kat Dannings each time, she like a vestal in a Terrance play bopped across a eye sore of a stage, yes I know it was done on purpose still, I drew the Patti Fairinelli sketch I kept, in whole that has been here in the satchel so long the news print, had become a dry paper worthy of being sold at a mark up. But alas I’ve never done any of this for the money. Gacccck, sorry a little stoke there. Still, rested enough, caught enough Jerry Lewis and Dean Martin movies, who I adore, as left the clowns of empire to eventually hemm and haw about how the hell we got President Cruz out of this mess, as I will watch the senate yet again chock back its Tiberius disgust. But I HAVE been so rarely invited to send in work, Norman Lear it seems died with Liberace, and the priests and all the sissies are at ring ceremonies like Der Fleadterdermingogoggendamdn, or whatever end of the world you Germans not only dream of but up, I prepare to send in my work, which lately since bleeding cool and your pathogen of middle brow censoriousness, even women of a certain lets say fetish, like the nuns who adored me as a boy, take time to send a line of admiration for me and my say. It turned out I wasn’t the only ONE who has grown weary of our Reich and our perpetual dark ages, as one Beowulf after the next has brought up a Jewish distaste. i always wondered where that was, which you thought you had beaten out of your in laws. So, I warn you all again all you middlebrows in high dungeon, all you ninny’s and for day payer radical whites as protesters, something I saw the bush familia use I recall fat woman maybe these same ones who hectored ethnic plausible president Dukakis, ah the trick of Sore Loser man signs, as like the in law Clintons the Bush baked beans aren’t that good at getting wimples to vote for them, always a mistake even when oft appointed, as it dries that well up, easily when you filled it with blood. Go bother Bush when he appears to drop the handkerchief, all you sword fodder, corpses and those too foreclosed upon, so niggers looking for Tones, use your nunish pitch pipe to get all on the same key, on the ones, go back to the decency of CNN breathless cunts and fags who say nothing about bombing hospitals nor when Bushie looks always for the next bushel of blood. As he sees you all as did Coriolanus, as he is no Clinton at the dark arts, as noted the whenever he appears the prosecutors oft asleep and too white to even by black lives matters, MAKE UP!, are always at the ready.
2 Sad to see when beloved Rachel Maddow, recalled when first seen making roars when like a now deflated Superman, Keith and Pat and human beings were on MSNBC, rather than perpetual high school ninnies smarmily seething behind apples machines that War Horse inc. pin a stage for me distaste not as censorious as the niggers and the fags suddenly on Bush baby side, I un friend-ed, I, that is, me, Roman me, unfrequented Rachel and the dying Daily show and other bullpen pages services all at once. Place Ovid line about the defiance between a republic and an empire here. Did I say Defiance, I meant…
Your sanctimony is a vulgar thing. Whoopee and her death mask attractiveness, or it is Solicitaaaaar Calhoun face and the cannon which comes from it are getting on not only mine , but Americas, nerves as again, the talking woman and fagots Jews and Negros of cable television hoodlumism has fallen through the imperial floor of marble, ouch, something that Giucciardini, warns of when la scalla is too full, and the stage too rickety. No not the sonorousness and censorships of various white woman and Scorsese no not that, just a giving in to the fatiguing quality of evil, and like America itself, have tired of all the fools and bribed on the same side. Trump was one Incognito too far, as Bill could have told you, as Caesar said to a blood full tick named Cicero, when he tried jumping up and down and making Julius the next fool to be his prey, Gaius Julius ad, Ah, but Marcus, I am a threat to this dying republic, and thus, your plays and playacting is worthless against me. How does America allow a second placed fussier to be like Teddy Baseball and finagle his way into power…a warning from Roman Antony, you’d better tale heed of, an appointed parent a radiant Caesarate made by the same people who gave us Married with children and the Simpson’s, a Homer not as lets say less Sunday school accepted as the first, but a bloated television idiot created or at least financed by Uncle Rupert, shit, that may be bad for bidness and might not allow the easy sending of men to die in your perpetual wars for perpetual peace as has this nigger allowed while allowing the white woman the cover of calling all discordant notes racism. But I know what bothers you now, the democrats would like to forgo and forget the ethnics who they have been bussing to be a majority party such as it is, fir a hundred years, since Police captain Waldo and the Roman story stolen by EL so rewritten so as he didn’t even know it was not written in as Gore would say the original German, was in fact a story about a Roman vulgantante, oh another italic word Rachel will use soon enough, going up against the assorted mausoleums of a dying Augustus.
The democrats would like to have a sea of perpetual immigrants, unlike my father, who was alerted he had to join churches and unions and bingo parlors and sons of Italay and Knight of Columbus, whereas as all you spic and other scum have to do, as Juvenal warned, was join the tenements and march for Caesar when he needed it. AND THE REPUBLICANS…ho hooo, your hatred of Trump is easily understood, as it was when I was fifteen and you warnt that keen on Reagan with some of the same voices now telling us he will destroy, no not America, not the country, not the patricia, but the Republican party, ah the other half of the loaded coins of the sorts that are sued by the Iowa Democrats committee and Bellicheat when need be. You cunts and fox new trash, the Glenn Becks and the scum of the Christ-er earth, the echoes of a saddened William F, all of whom think not only did they not adore Jooooolian, they'd never have read anything by a snide homo like Gore Vidal as their fags now have been washed accordingly, first their dick lest they sprout the awful Flowers of puss, and then their minds to allow for a Donna reed like admiration of the middle brow, which the middle class need not be connected to. You didn't want those almost three million more votes that Trump gains, the dirty secret of the real democrats cast off by a guilty LBJ, and would rather lose as to wallow a hack like Hillary in, but everyone cant be dispassionate all the time, and then hold their hands over their hearts like that little nigger does when the burnt corpses are brought back to him and he pretends she has a chin enough to hold it up defiantly to the sun god always about to exx him out as he did the Latin so long ago. The Roman gods will not allow this, I warn you. I can sense the gods of Football and idiotic devotion to duty prepare their handmaidens to fly down and mess you all up, as Teddy boy is the essence of a usurper, and his numbers dwindling are showing that as I figured Natl Enquirer, named for Kane's early muck racking paper is shaving its effect as he sluds down towards single digits in New Amsterdam, ah call it the curse of the black hand of the bush babies, as they have never been able unlike Bill Clinton to Marvel in the Roman audience whose voice they are perpetually trying to gag. This wont work, as Trumps numbers balloon in a new York and the overgrown bullshit anti trump number dawdle down as I KNEW THEY WOULD when heard that Sorsos is having a bad time of it, wasted too much coin paying niggers to riot in non Roman non blessed years, tubby, and who knew that starving Arabs, though he did so from the heart, isn’t a great business plan, and when you cant pay dollar bills you’ll, straight money homes, these niggers on leashes will find, as Bill could tell you openly and brazenly, a thirteen year old to get to take goofballs. CAUGHT FLAT FOOTED, dear ugly Moms back at the ranch called ABC, she and other niggers at the doorway and by the golden door have not as this writing said anything about the openness with which Anything for Billy said so regaled and easily explained what niggers are, no, no innocence projects here, all caught up in his three strikes and youre out, thankfully Rape and bribery don't count, mere eggshells like bombing hospitals, his dragnets were all there to get drug dealing ghetto bunnies, as Fox news nimrods applaud his honesty, and so there, as a lovely girl would say once.
3. I heard my name as was walking along piecing together a new bundle of comics to send out. Interestingly since was attempted to be pubic-ally humiliated by some lesbians and their shock troops at some English faeries comic site, I have gotten a bevy of well wishes from many that I have sent out work to, and not just comics and cartoonists, who they are mostly quiet, but from other lesbians, art magazines, radicals, zines, woman writers of truest belief unable or willing to escape the coven for the armamentarium as some have, who have called me funny, thinking, important, and a lovely artist. As explained the dirty hands of this queer loved Pope, some who seem to be one tending to such political gossip were shocked at the 400 plus assembly of kings shutting that golden door on Epiphany or some Roman holiday made criminals, as again, by account on purpose, Arabs wanting a legitimate visa were made to look as filthy as their terrorist brethren you niggers and white woman sanctimoniously pretend they are not, funny how that works here in the west bank, where we are all one exit from the jersey shore. How about that, as I said, I dont have to bleed cool, I am artlessly, irrevocably, hep, and so, don’t have to strain, and I save all the decent emails I get as a physical answer to those two hags who were so upset here in soprano land at a Roman Superman, which is, after all what he as supposed to be, even crafted by Cleveland Jews before the always alert to what they think America is, Mortys and Julius's made sure that those weren't obviously Roman boots that the strong man was wearing.
My brother calls out to me, as I clutch papers from the attic to make copies, as using carbon paper and not a scanner I was told I had up there somewhere but don’t want to bother reconnecting it to this new machine. He tells me with pride, Oh I saw, he said, The living brain, Blowhard Lou Dobbs just compared Trump to Clodius Pulcher vs.Cicero as the end of the republic. I wish, he said, You didn’t hurl your stuff at these hacks and, Tony, and quit dealing with them, They don’t care what you say, he said, and will put you down till they need it to look informed. I laughed, but he did call Him Clodius, as I recalled the Pentecost seeking priests did, like with Jesuit educated Bill, redemption is all, as opposed to other meteor ado-rant Semites, the hajj appears in Sabine lands millenniums before Mohammad, by then thank God you born lawyer fucks didn't have to ever pay copy-write to Roman senators while you now imprison people for sneaking under your tattered, boring circus tent. Italians are unlike other Mediterranean’s who have made banking laws, also Italian more than not, the essence of all spirituality, down to salvation itself being a ice salt bath that Roman centurions took after war, but please don't tell them that at the heinous TV tropes, where I go to annotate the Archers and Broke girls I had just found, as to these ninnies and woman chartered queers, a super-spy pig in a charger who looks like Mark Trail is heresy, and a sexy brunette who is yet still a bitchy sarcastic honey is something that hurts their upwardly mobile and not that funny hearts, but enough of them, as these same gods have something in store for those who trash Rome, as they play out the same farce. Never give a sucker a even break like much is ascribed to Barnum, when in fact it is a line that looks like it came out of the history of Italy by Francisco Giucciardini, so will leave these Jewish in laws and their strangely acceptable love of dark ages be.
My Brother said Clodius, as CLOE-DIUS, it was typed when I was a kid did, as it was often spelled before the BBC ignoring Josephus in the Original when all things Italian and Roman come-backed as minstrel show, started to label him Claud--eeus. But, he said, It was not Clodius, was it I thought, he said, And thought, you’ve been talking about Catiline for six years. Well, he said, Kid, you have been talking about Catiline since 1975 actually, and…, he said, I thought, quit telling these cunts where this is headed, quit spoiling the joke. Let them, he said, Destroy Trump and put that whore monger, [we finally found the enquirer and bought them as if a holy writ as Lorry told me that men in jackets wrong for the season bought up all the enquirers as even when Teddy baseball goes Noir and Puzo It is disgustingly boring.] Cruz in there, my brother said, Who else do they strike out the Roman law of to the swiftest goes the race, Kid, who else gets to finish second and win,…shit, this country is a sewer. As I said, he was taught by priests before me by a decade and thus still drilled in Cornelius original Latin, and the priests though distracted and disdained him for his lack of belief in the cannon law, the Eucharists is, he said, for suckers, still they found him a brilliant boy who like many could have taken both Dirshowitz and the Apple of his eye Teddy, out for the count. Its Catiline, he said, Your hero, boy, and these half wits couldn’t even get that right. With disdain and circus love of all Romans worth their salt, to what we had become, my brother turned from Fox as is all of America, but to a Greek guy with Kramer hair, who is certain the World began by space ships and the like, as he thinks this shit is somehow more believable than the crap on war inc radical within reason all hands on deck Praetorian marches television.
He has been friends with the local Crips and the negro hoodlums since was a boy and played b ball when no white boys cared, and the pre Magic finals was on NBC after the midnight special. He received a call from his old buddy, a black guy, an aging kid hung out with at the Syrians bread shop, a reedy thin black man named Payroll, for reasons I wont get into. He got the call and went out quickly. Turn on your computer, he said, knowing I had missed I thought a deadline for a couple of comics, one I was asked for, Bikini Dracula, which haven't been answered to yet. Payroll asked him as some of his buddies still ask of me, want he the smart one, or doesn’t he draw Supermen, and the like, and within half an hour he returned with a HP office printer for me that Payroll had, uhmmm, found lets say, and since he knew I didn’t have a printer, my brother told Payroll and others if they ever came across a printer in the sad cavalcade of office machines from the only real ebonizing business in New Rome, the tearing down of homes and business, to allow New Chicago as they called it here, to like Detroit as Jews scramble to not go back to levitown, if not worse, as they fear both Plutocrat they wasted time on, with unaware that Hillary indeed is a hack and a cunt who cant get jewey Boiney offen her calves, as it all goes feral, faster than they had ever thought, despite my play The gardens of Caesar, called anti Semitic at the time, why, who knows, it was about another Marcus, a Jewish general at the Battle of the Milvian bridge like many later told to adapt or die, like the assertion to heaven something written in Latin eons while Arabs were believing in snake gods that befit them better. The buildings go kablam, and the day workers take whatever is left in our foreclosed empire. And the keeping of all the furnishings and machines therein, if anyone of my brother buddies saw a cheap scanner to get it. Payroll had one, and I begged off, not for any ethics, I have none, but because the aging qualteis of foreclosed America is bothering me.
He said, enough of that, as I had caused him in my own mid dinner mania to fly me to staples, where the pages were done by some guy and not his friend, the cute, bobbed haired, woman who splits numbers with him. This is the America unseen by people who think their sanctimony actually matters, But see, the last time you were all one the same side, you gave us a perpetual war, and he least time the Bush crime famila stole a purple tunic, new York was burning in seven months, and that was another time that new York victims were ignored openly by the usurper Ted Cruz who thought hed sweep the antebellum south, ah but everyone has tired of the Asters and the Augusta's, literally Livia, golf club you’ve become, see above for why you don't want Trump bring wops, yids, Polocks, Russians, Armenians, Irish into your Southerner hick Klan party. [After I write this, the collapsing of anti Tiger Rory or Alan or Jordan, or whatever his name is at Augusta, showed I was on to something.] I root for Trump, I love a riot as much as a circus, a line from Saliari comic opera just to make this Roman day perfect, fuck you Tropists, I love Kat Dannings so much cant bring myself to even look at her nude pictures, not out of your Spartan blue nosed blessedness, but gods know have seen enough. I cheer for doomed Trump, as do did for Catiline even as a boy, a boy taught by doomed pederasts who told me of Cincinnatus was before I was taught about virulent red head JEFFERSON now played by niggers in your black face hating world. I saw horrid wop movie Pompeii being shown and pushed and could only imagine it was about some slave, with ringlet Turnus hair, ah the noble savage so adored by Trope hangers, as Kat aint and cant be by the Bar Mistvah check keepers, as I could only imagine who beloved it would be by you, an English brunette as perhaps a Roman girl, maybe, as Italay is and shall forever be a fucking background for English hags in love. You see I speak fluent Italian as a boy, but don’t still, I know this that when Bush did the damage he did to America with Rove, well, these apparatchiks as equally vulgar gumba Jew Michael Savage noted, they didn't go to war, neither did their sons and no one has foreclosed upon them. I therefore classy, always the worry wort, asked my brother in the hood he could get a machine that was two year old hp for the thirty bucks that Payroll asked for, and to take it away as it was too big and bulky and could he carry it to his car himself…my brother waved it all off, Don’t worry, he said, like so much in Obama’s new Sicilia, in the duchy, a new Italay that you’re nor ready for, It fell off the back of a Blimp.