11 June 2016


With feeling unwell and ill at ease I Spartan-ed up as is my want, and I trudged in a lovely day to Staples to send out original work to someone who had gone to the trouble of sending me a fed ex label, as I figured unlike most in politics, I can always do the least that I can do. I was goaded again by Google plus, as don't I guess make enough posts anywhere anyway there to make it worth it to the silicon valley checkers perpetually bombarding you with carefully collected ads for Azo and DVD of 2 broke girls, as of course finding terrorists was never what our surveillance of the Barr was ever about. So I trudged up to the strip mall to do this, out of data as I was, and sent off another comic which unlike in the ghetto comics world is more participated in and with by those who haven't yet thought of Kirby as the Raphael of Long island and who don't hard push their comics as literary, something which either explains or legitimizes why they all hate Stan Lee.

As accidentally coming across Rachel, which by now may be her core audience, saw horrible, horrible school marm herself Warren, awful horrid woman, our Virgil without papers lecturing us about the people and sanctimony between taking fleet street bags for hither to yon, and how she told the Don, oh how they hate and fear this colorized Clinton, as one can hear the Trojan horse creaking and groaning under the weight of all the fools on the same side, and this awful woman, Miss Grundy, made a point that Don should delete his account at whatever bullshit stream he wisely and stalwartly sues to goad back, and of curse, she as the dumb woman, always falls for it. Still, I found this bit of wit, or at least Rachel laughs as long as she in on the pad, and GE and war machine composure are kind enough to add stage directions for her to --laugh here. I found this awful even for our queen of Fleet street as in fact, she took more money from the insurance Comanches than the gay male model did, but then, as the Romans she probably hates, as a good injun would say, we have to w ash the floors. She has been quite the hag and the nag and lecturing us through the downturn, which by now the scared rat Democrats are wearied when a Clinton, at least the smart one, ouch, is quiet and consecrated, he fails, like a demon to exist in all ways except that when Rachel dear dares bring up eviscerated stories in Bozo Post, about leering at women, well, hun, we can Google, maybe not, but could, pictures of Clinton watching brunettes asses as they walked past, thinking of Patrica Farrinelli and Karen Valez and other playmates he must rather would have married and had around gods know than Livia herself. Ah. The Miss Jean Brodies take the fun as usual out of everything. He makes a better Fagin than she makes a Prepetua, and as the Jesuit warned me about being a verbal bag man, silence follows silence routinely enough until alas there is nothing one can say. That was Dante, or maybe it was Milton Burl, I cant tell, and my balls hurt.

But I thought, instead of incinerating being you first barbarian races go to Octavia, why not make an armament of why you hate Trump and please, dont be Rachel about it and preened you are a sister of Paradise island , that ship, a Clinton Love boat booze cruise, how could I not like Gauis after all, has sailed ling ago, and how a Roman schoolboy would think when Dido commits suicide, and she begs the fates to bring someone to avenge me, they are to think Hanna-bale, a metatexuality found in Virgil before anyone.Well when you get on that high horse about woman and Hillary as the queen mum, we all see Bullie in the back, that Living Satyricon, which to be fair is as close to a Roman as hell ever be, Cincinnatus and the farm out of reach now, but to be fair is more than most. Who is the horrid, horrid, woman to tell the perspective nominee of the repulsion—sorry Res Publican party, as like the once useful democrats never much liked the ethnics appearing in their union and or confederacy, as of course Doctor No ROMNEY IS IN HIS HOLED UP MOUNTAIN, sure if anyone can make anyone else a loser out of anyone, well, its him. Gods, who is this awful dreaded woman, with finger always opined up like a Rolex wearing imam, she hides her Rolexxxes Im sure for galas and such, who is she to tell anyone to be quiet and shut yup , yes mamm, I sho will git on dat reallll soon dere miss Anne,--oh F off, as yous better learn you hags, that Gore Vidal once said every day in an election year is Columbus day, and your smarmy self righteousness densest play well with the plebeian ears out there that Google wants unlent. After a while Bill, lover of Roman circus and uncircumcised Dick Gods, knew whatever is said, something should be, and censorship and worse yet, hiding and makings sure we don't get the names of the CIA operatives she had killed off, again by imperial sloppiness, don't come until the fest candelas of advent, which by then might not be as too late as you hope.

Again was asked in an mail to reprise to some Conan post, as if i'd care, where did that come from as the Jeb Bush of late night would think by now, its over, and to asked to opine about Ali. I have said my peace about Ali before but unlike Indian princesses with Nordic Folds, I understand decorum, and will allow myself mad man at the Roman triumph, but don't crash Funerals. Did see Billy Crystal, the original one, I liked you better as a sis on TV, he has become quite jewey and maudlin in the way that white folks like, a Jewish sentimentality that fits well in a land where artisan Scorsese was a genius before constrained with Survivors of Auschwitz openly and pushily as if the of the wasteland he engendered was some Zion Protocol, but then what inst …?, which was strange for someone who helped make the people of Beatrice and Pirandello into your lasts minstrel show. I turned this irremediable coda and eulogies Bill is always willing to give once you buy the package, in more was than one, as his Sammy Maudlin show aspect is beyond me, and fare all why is a boxer being eulogized by a Jewish comic hack whose family stole Jazz...ah he finally becomes the Jessel he had hoped for. I thought of the great Mort Drucker cartoon, Scott Joplin Composer, next window, Bill Crystal, either one, Exploiter. He made a point about again of course as the comic hacks must, bridges and walls, but again, I have had women and radicals give me praise lately, and call me important and thoughtful and so thought of that wall but the golden door was shut that day when every Jew and Gumba and every man of the people shut that golden door slammed that Roman fest day in December , when they made sure that the Fisa Bill was shut , as unlike Mexicans and like Italian, they cant get here as easily as thus maybe wont be as amenable to cleaning Whups toilet for a hay penny a day.

Women and radicals are starting to give me kudos, starting to see things my way, starting to question why that Pigeon Italian sing sonegy overt diminished never bothered the good house everythings and the American dream that having Billy Crystal as your Antony implies and demanded. See, all the good liberals that day as again will recall this like Clinton's Ovidian Tie and the fact that ninety cents out of every dollar went unders socialist Obama to the rich, whether you are okay with that or not , as not on the pad I wont have to pretend Warren is a wonderful wit until the dancing peacock, or is it the ghost of Gilda, comes to tell me to scram. Its Machiavelli 101, but evil is the resignation of these who wish to be admired for their vices, sho nuff, and you must be true to your lies. So Liz, a severe now would be detrimental to both you and Hill, as look at how the fat girl in the new Ghost-busters is being accepted, as I am no fan of Hillary Clinton, as have said, and yet....decorum is decorum, and despite their being a Procouncil, don't do it Hillary, shes not like us, shes corrupt as hell,  but sanctimonious about it!, lost in the mix, see, doll, you made Hillary's presumptive coronation in to a hostage siege, dearie, you, Octavia, see...?, you corkscrewed that barge as it was lunging down the Tiber, and made her scurry like a cloven hoofed gargoyle yo, you did that, dear. You and Berney, auuuuch, easy Stomach, I already don't feel great, as got the eye of staples pain in the ass employees about not getting how to use the Kisocks which Bob Hopeless to sue to replace the American worker, F what Eugene V debs said, no no no no no as Reverend Wrights said before his death, you made your bones on her carcass, calling her every name in the book delineating and distressing and in opposition making yourself seem just so noble and good and decent and our Virgil again without the warmth. You made her jump through hoops in ways that Trumpy never has and never did, a lesson for you Hill, Fortune favors the bold, don't end up eating your own tail and I don't mean that as a Roman joke your husband would use as much as a commedia. No sorry hun, you trashed Hillary to the left hand of Luctrezia Borgia, this point and now, depressor for power, you're willing to say all is forgiven, you and the Pajama Game who is Boiney, I smell a rat, want now to turn and go after Trump, well, thats not acceptable to the Roman gods, because no one asked you and you spent eighteen months trashing Livia, ...and no It wasn't a Soprano Joke when I used that first about her when our imperial conscious Lizzie was languishing lecturing anyone who would listen on an Al Franken show , before he made it to the marble hall, and too, voted to on that December day, keep the Arabs out, though never loudly enough you could you know Prove he was even there. 


I must place here, as thinking of Elizabeth Warrguns has made me more dyspeptic and queasy that I was, usually I can just ignore her draining on and on , like Barney Frank, knowing eventually you should have worried about the plank in your own eye than the one about to be written by Kordell West. I have gotten my share of likes from Kordell West, as its only white women, or sorry Indians with thin lips, the American dream white girls who sued to call me a bigot, you know fir hating Ray Romano, and no I am not kidding. But I saw that the Tonies are this weekend, and unlike other more garish award shows have been watching them since saw I think 1970, when my beloved King Zero was Plautus, perfect and assuredly in a suit with nothing more than a sash and freeman's cap. I must that as squirrel that away in the perpetual 1970 I am stuck in, a lovely woman comparing my Rag to an Alan Moore tritese called 1963, which like when the pretty Asian girl called my Capt Magnus like Supreme, I took as a compliment as hadn't read it then, and so, unlike most comic queens, Ill take what I can get.

The Tonys are on, I am still unsure how to spell that but then as the Priests told me, Spelling like math and Menstruating is for Women, anyway, The Tonys are on, and hosted not by once ubiquitous eyebrow cocking Colbert, bowwow has been on a downturn since couldn't get his sister into the Assembly of Queens to be a good mole, as if!, no, they are hosted now by affable pudgy English guy, who seems to like what he does and isn't as Hillary about things as Steven is, which serves him right for having used death threats against Asian girls who believed your sanctimonious bullshit, and fate got even with him by sending him to God's waiting room called CBS. I probably may watch, maybe not, I do love the Broadway ethic, as before ye queers were allowed to subsume it, was a Roman ethic, as we make plays not like the Greeks but the Roman did, naturalistic and not homilies, which would explain msbnc ratings by now, but I am a bitch. I grew up with Ian as Macbeth, I grew up with Jason Robards magnificent Hickey, with Lee J Cobb I think it was in a kinoscope my pop and I watched of Miller and of course, as a fifteen year old was blown away by Glengarrey and their flicking of Mamet American buffalo nickels which no one dares write like in our Warren headed romper Room. I sent a play of three hours, a brick of pages called Caveat a Roman play TO A BLACK THEATER TROOP off Broadway, and they actually shakily thought about it. I have lost out to movies eventually made called Pervert and Krampus, Christmas killing as opposed to the rat pack as angels, so when I am being considered. But they were serious, they liked the idea of Roman senate frolics, black men as being on this dying senate, as some were, unlike here an they are the fascists, not doormen of Valhalla as Thor is so willing to slot you as, no Romans, as a republic dead. And they liked it much. THEY brought up the cost, I said, oh like Orson Julius Caesar once on Broadway, saw it as a fable and men would be in black suits each wearing a purple sash like the one warren as Head mistress superior dreams and salivates over now, one can only imagine the bribes that come with that! No, the woman deferred, she figured that from my prose about a lovely Sabine girl playing with Tyberus Tie, and my speak about the importance of lapel pins, which are ignored now lest we recall that Clinton once plastered his name all over the Confederate flag, thank God the Mexican flag never flew on that middle passage, oh wait that's right they circumnavigated it to begin with. She loved it, thought of a white man she knew who would play the prefect blowhard tough guy demagogue bringing the fake senate to its knees, I am the auger, and this was 2006, when that Racist Trump was still under contract to the wonderful world of NBC, who at first begged him not to run as he was in fact the only Seinfeld they had left. She loved this play, capitally the three pages I wrote in a Chicagoan Italian, well Etruscan as a woman named Livia no not the one Warrant knows from cable television, or the one Rachel may have actually heard of from Tacitus, throws her son Tyberius, no again, not those ones, Bill knows what I am talking about, bless his corrupt little heart, I mean at least own it, and she tares at his corpus and hurls it onto the alter,... maybe this would cost a lot even in suits, and she warns the Romans whose bodies they are building their church upon. Like Sparta the code pink hags barely even note the hospitals we bomb. She loved it and they were kind and nice and got every reference I made, as subtly isn't my strong Point. 


She then deferred, she couldn't do it. Why...?, because this wasn't long after 911, still a daily serial like adventurers of Superman or the Lone ranger on Fox at least, before Kieth and bizzaro Keith's came on to tell us what liberalism was, and if you heard we were anti war...well...The Romans, a lovely larger black lady who like the jurists had before didn't mind an angelic slur in the script, as I wrote it as modrena as the Romans always were, not that Stanley Kubrick shit, and she passed, but was quite kind. Just starting a blog then, on the recommendation of a Jewish attorney producer who thought I should spake up, just not with his name attached. I saw their admiration of me, instead of allowing me to languish a 1000 views mostly from a Kirby loving hacks and few cartoonists showing me their work as they had in arts school thinking finally Roman Tony doesn't lecture anyone but the hacks, I karroooomed to 4000 views by summers end, 9990 by Saturnalia in 2007.This troop appeared on the Joey Pinto show on wor, no else who had to push their adapted play what they were doing, as besides Caveat... a new version of Amos and Andy, as I like to think I showed them a minstrel show is coningent on who wrote it and why. He called me 'that Acri cartoonist creep' because of my hatred of the Sopranos and things he and Cha cha kaput as sibylline books, but I got even when he asked why Hillary and Barry still got a paycheck as senators running for praetor and why they could run for both senate and praetor at the same time, you know more openly Corrupt than any Roman ever been. For that nothing aside, he was fired. Bye.

What made this so important and the kind of award I relish, is that these Negros black people so demeaned and demonized saw a glimmer of humanity in of all the people the Romans, not the Asgard they are told to admire ore else, not the Jewesses and the Irishmen aldermen of Tammany, abashment of the peoples party a con since Coriolanus,and all I said made sense to them. Now F Hamilton here again I was ahead of you all,and had the Romans as black people, not lesbians, god knows as usually your NBC tower effeminacy and emasculation is not so overt. No jumping and no numbers, no caterwauling, not cooning it up, or getting jigy with it, no showstoppers, outside of a carcass oh I wanted made and hurled at the Roman eagle, yes Titus Andronicus is the only Shakespeare play that doenst make me ill, all done in ways that the swells and the yentas could not get behind, no shucking and jiving, no Chorus line numbers, no hand jive, no bring down the house number at act 2, no, none of that. Men in suits watching a republic die, which I warned about long since the fake Catiline, Boiney was the last sunshine boy, entaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh, always backing down honed like Howard the duck things got too hardcore as in his fires hastened to catch. No, no dancing here, no mincing no prancing, maybe Princing, no black faced superscription fathers tapping and clogging away about the carefree days of slavery, now made accelerated and wonderful, like the Confederate flags was when Tuner Watson made a point he didn't buy GWTW for a billion, to put it in a vault next to Uncle Remus and Daffy killing women at Anzio and warning the good gi's about how they were riddled with VD so don't let this happen you God, much less marriage. So out there, have a nip for me as make tea each night and swallow azo caplets that taste like Satanists piss, as my balls don't so much hurt as are sore, which is always worse. Remember me as the boy man, who read Burr in paperback as a boy in 1974 and never thought, This would make a great musical, William Daniels is dead, who made the Roman senate into Compton, or Compton into the Romans senate, remember me this weekend if you catch Negros shuck and dance for appeasers, aren't you all as Paul Mooney said, have a tip for me, for me, for Roman Tony, AS Warren AND THE LAST LIVING FANTASTIK Boiney-- pass the Hydrox --Snadahhhhhhhs, yeuck, ether take Vienna or dont, and a toast to me, who could use  it.
I am Roman hearted, which only means as Barry took the shade provided by a march that the Italians have had for Calvino and Verdi, hes always open to signing whatever death Warrents, see what I did there....?, that GE faxes over, all that means is like Rocky, I expect the Roman Boxers, and leave it at this, to never loosen the ropes.


01 June 2016



1. As I said, the elitist steadfastness of even a sissy on television and isnt it nice that we have made an all inclusive Nation which is safe for the elitism of a gay Vanderbilt, so decline and fall, bothers plebeian eared me and so have taken to watching other things, anything, including great TCM movies whose colorization process has maybe met its highest point in Trump. Really say all you like Whoppie and other elitists nothings, Sicilian doges you all, but sorry, she will look over there at that debate in which so as when she then gives into her snide almost Specter like Jewishness she seems all the more snidely whiplash than if she wasn't doing facial exercises all day long. She will look over and see bulbous vulgar Trump, a high horse whose back was broken by her husband long ago, and she will be at wits end unable to throw a lamp as is her Jesuitical go to in all arguments.

His counteraction and the concurrence delineating of the wicked poor ,in ways which would make your hated Machiavelli groan was so much, too much, and I have pretty much lest it alone. It turns out Bills love of Roman farce inst shared by Jews and white women on cable who like their crap spewed and unquestioned makes it easier to lie,while schoolboys like Bill and Newt and me and other jesuitical types like the argument they haven't taught you niggers and the women who you still amazingly shuffo fo, how to make, as like Metternich like their nigger saints as dead as monorails, though with Hillaty bubblegumming and gurgling and beaten and broken towards Larentium we haven't even heard a peep about any poor dumb niggers getting killed by the popo now. When the Clinton's appear as the Lunts of poly sci, we must be lectured to about the evil of a Klan, who amazingly their under girding ideas are as much as anything a given through culture by way of yentle Jewish Jets, not allowing any ethnic Sharks in, and most certainly not falling for any Antias or maria's or anyone that unblond. And concurrent with that s a love of the police, explained by how these two falseness felons who exist in both triumph and fugue, on the run this aging dying, really Bull get yourself checked, Badlands is boring us all to tears, and any nigger who votes for madam Lucrative, sorry Lucretia well you'll all deserve the dragnets that always come with them for everything and every crime except rape and treason. Lenny Bernstein after all long dead.

I had no desire to watch any of this, as against the rites of Plautus, the elites of bullshit TV and you'll never recover from having let Vespasian get all the way to Ostia, an accomplishment I saw commig when hear human ham sang which Rove was agin it, Ilium is yours, in itself that no matters of balding men who look like David Brooks and who scheme about the death tax as others are foreclosed upon are hated by the plebs you severe at and by slight of hand call Nazi showing your Jewish slips. Its all awful, against the precepts of politics 101, like caveat emptor and the customer is always right, there are rules to this geometry and givens that no natter how many faggots Jews white women and niggers in Armani crying over dead guitar players you'll never Diversity your way out of. So saw how it was another dirge on cable television as the Don RACKED UP THE VOTES, AS IF THOSE MEAN ANYTHING TO OUR  MEDICHI BUSHIES, AND AGAIN, THIS WASNT THE YEAR TO HAVE MOBSTERS OF THE ILK OF HILLARY AND JEBBEY as destroyers of the res publica all at once, even if Fix News did rent out its gals and cross eyed catholic school girls and Cupless honey bo bos to CNN to make sure all hands were on deck. Me, I wouldn't brake a sweat as it didn't auger well this  yera that there would be a Roman Numeral behind this new Praetors name. 


I did see the anger in our PLO captain Van Jones, where did you ever see a nigger named Van by the way and I am sure he is a max factor nigger as much as anything, but he is always first on the daisy chain to make sure that Rove's latest intercultural burp gets out and seen, but alas , passion is catching and so, the step men of debacle television as I thought, are being tossed aside if not worse, before this is over as a Cesarean might hurl them all the ground, and tells them what way the Germans are. I literally winced seeings some fox news hag named SECupp, another of the gals with good penmanship we all hated in school, another hag and hack, who like Vany, went on an on about the con afoot who somehow, these people are so vulgar such children, with Termite terrace escapee lisping queen Ejay on to explain somehow how Populism, a word they hate as much as any Caesar did, maybe more, is only somehow good if it has GE stationary telling you when to meet, speak, or riot, depending on the season. Oh, Ejay, I was meant to go to Georgetown when you were still a guest in the boys room, sissy, and don't sue Romantic thoughts like Populism, if you don't want to burn yourself on their senatorial furnace.

As the people are fooled by Trump was their latest sneer soon to be dropped as quickly as whatever idiot brought that stinking shitty Mexican flag, what no slave ships sailed with that rag...?, who is somehow both vulgar and a raw meat thrower, and yet too calculating and conniving, you know what her in laws did to the Italians, so no matter how smart they were, and I saw this with better and more capable and more sadly for them ambitious Italians then I, am am alas never silent ever as long as a Roman wall appears and I have a grease pencil, the essence of all speech and graffiti being the same thing, as opposed to the curb your enthusiasm deli you think America is now. Like the Italians, they were either retards or Machiavellian, to make sure they were with the help of wayward downgrading bank needing and blond adoring Jews not as much trouble as the more hated Arabs always are. The people are being conned by him, big talk when a Clinton emerges, but you go int a farce with the Medea you have not the Medea you want, unless of course you're her husband gathering brunette lovelies like Plutus, the god of hell did with women and gold, and hey, his truest Roman hero. Can you tell I am tiring of Miles Gloriousus finally...? The pull back that the people aren't Nazi, just stupid, ah much better, this was later grafting on when all erased what they were saying, again that Trump was a chraleton, as opposed to the Clintoniststas who suddenly the bag men emeritus the evil vicious Koch bros. Could get behind,as the Warner brethren often had to with a star that was becoming box office poison.

She went n an on , this bitchy wonder, SE, im sorry but don't trust people who go by a monogram, like Jeb and JRR and JK, and Max Power..this glasses wearing slime ball, this Letitia by way of the dispensation of cardinal Aisles, whose be befuddlement and discordant in this year, as he has openly allowed Rove to sue his station as a vomitorium to spew out his undigested words against the people, the people hed need again when tossing raw meat and pretending that none of this happened, well, that dizziness of fatso Rodger, to me shown mostly by the more henna put in the hair of Kimberly Gilfoyal as I had been told, a barometer of the eccentricity of blonds on fascist TV, has been noted by the Aussie Cressus sons, the Begale boys who didn't like that fat mans singing towards the end of the opera. I hated watching this, but enjoyed that latest Doge Don was giving it to them good, and that the Roman street , more poetic and yet masculine, and potent and viscous and needy and angry than any Arabs pale imitation, was out in forza, and this Cupp was upset by this, as Politics, her last bastion, was starting to have the stink to it of a football game, and shoo needed that...? And she put down the people again, sneerings and saying Populist as if she said Rapist or arsonist, with a oomph on the IST, always a suffix of comportment, and she debated and clucked her way through the night, pushy and pully, with VAN I SAW , ACTUALLY SAW, check his Arafat like Phone, calling FOR NOTES of what is to be said in such harsh Atalanta lights, and what is said, again by him in the dank, that is a pejorative electrically to house everythings like him, as he is telling people that we are getting President Trump out of this. As he wont admit to a darker skinned hatred for the Clinton as one black man said we all recall how the 1994 dragnets he proceeded his first masters, well, that Fascist parade that didn't matter to a taste conscious middlebrow like the forehead, those dragnets just a first Clitonian gambit in a land of welfare reform, and other stolen republican ideals made veto proof, caused a lot of the broken families whose fatherless hoodies being shot you morn now, or at least before Iowa. I found myself grist-ling and shuddering at this coven, too incapacitated to be called evil, as Niccolo put down the silly Medici in German armor whose families ties unravel today even. I had enough, and shuddering at this hag and her wide blue eyed one time Fox demeanor as another Mary Catherine Hannigan Olearey looked through cock eyes having left the vaudeville act called the Orelley show, as he is on the few time even bother to watch is sure that its midnight and all is well and Hillary will win, or at least that's what the card says now. 


This one, though, this SE, was a distorter in so many ways, tearing down the people with a stagy Walgreen cosmetic counter aplomb, as she dismissed and demeaned the rage anger and the pain and the hatreds and the soreness of the people, remember them....?, what again...?, and she merely threw it all aside, well, CNN isn't that high a high horse dear, and they are looking ahead, as gay caballero Anderson is lardy and again trying to exhume Joe Patreno, no I have heard this already, as they wished to do to Leonardo to somehow prove he was gay, as if Michelangelo wasn't enough, there is no Italian tomb worth anything, no curse on any Italian tombs, unscantifeid as are where the Incas left their gladiators, like the viaducts they found, had echoes to the stone masonry that white people always start to resent, liking their savages noble and their Apaches in rags, stone temples piloted by corrupt politicos wanting power and blood sportswear was something they had layered dismissed and didn't want as your true history, of not glory if not honor means nothing to niggers and their owners, white girls always quiet about injustice when doing their brackets. Ah the decency of injun tombs, as opposed to Italian ones , which I knew when redskin activists, now on payment plans from Snyder inc. were saying that the UNESCO crowd who dig up Roman senators entombed entangled with the Lucia's they ave been fingering since Lucius, from makeshift tombs and the occasional vestal virgin cemented for stolen kisses, but with their paramours, no Jews here at the Tarpean Rock, as CNN just has to get back to the lurid accounts of the people someday, as STOP TRUMP as I thought worked about as well as anything that Karl Rove has ever thought through between trips to the salad bar. She was upset by the tenor of things, a middlebrow like her's, ultimate word, but I THOUGHT, A GOOD ROMAN I BE, let the people have their Cattiline days of rage, or you'll pay worse,as everyone today hun, didn't spend the day in schoolgirl overly domesticated glee circling i's with hearts and they didn't as you did, spend the day color coordination of lip gloss and eyeliner to polyblend chemise as to be a celebrity judge on Anderson Coopers dance party.

2. All hands on deck means all hand on deck in our black ship of state, was told that was racist, tactfully its Pindar, and Greek, but now that I think of it...anyway, I saw fat bloated pig man, and its pig man Jon, though I have gathered you love pigs and are freeing them into the wild I take it, excepting those who make it as Jewish loved delicacy called Priscutto, more an Italian genius than any Commedia to them could ever be. There on fox no less, all is after all forgiven when Catiline is in the dusk's, was fatso himself, Micheal Moore, another MM who seems mostly to be a human zit, a pirogi made attainment or at least enough to decide to not bother shaving.

This human growth was on with giggly 7 up painting come to life Megan whatever, the woman who made her bones by making more than one rape victim recant as we one had a nation much more ameaeble to rapers acutely when democrats and Stealers than the anti Trump crowd finding a misspelled decency would like to recall. Anyway, human hemorrhoid Mike was on here, sure again as you must be to pay the toll at radio city, that Trump is of course a liar, when not a neo fascist , but still is not conservative enough for Glenn Beck, who is in the wilderness bleating a plaintiff Pleh Pleh, as professor fingers has funked up with an exacto knife. ALL BEIENG FORGIVEN he too is on a warbling dying TV screen, as you forgot the basis instants of Roman farce thus politics and that is to be true to ones lies, as you shouldn't have been this devoted to Robo Set tv gas bag midnight snake induced lurid dreams and should have worried before May that it seems accountable hack Hillary cant win a state , elliptically those she promised, again a hack and stupider than she thinks, always lying the most to her sister hood of Gaea that she as going to close down the coal mines, as soon s she no longer needed a rented G 4 to flit about the nation nonspeaking on command.

The big fat piggish lardy lunchy leftist, hating Trump for a ban on Muslims I take it that was pretty much taken care of by that Epiphany telepathically had to keep them all out 400 some to 19 straggly Negros, I watched some of that when the golden door was slammed shut, on that winders day, happy Saturnalia from new Rome, the one that pretenses and poses in ways the other didn't, as I felt it was a Roman moment like the street beating of Cato, which told the filth what was what, no matter how much ermine that semiretired Caesar puts on, or how often Whoppie brays, now that she no longer can carry a movie, if she ever could,where her girlfriend accomplice was always a fat blond bridge and tunnel wop, make fun of the Guido's with glee and acceptance that she is doing the work of the lawd by always getting into ditch with the gumba mafiosi wops who have alluded that part since Micheal Moriarty an Jill Hennessy, ah Jill, were on law and Order. I have only seen like 400 hundred of these, ah we are kindred spirits we ethnics. Though Moore now, he was being led in circus rings, by barister hag Meggy, as she didn't even mean to, as again all ports in a storm, but alas one or two brushes with the insufferable hacks called Cruz's has indeed led her back to Trump tower , as addresses that mean something like they sued to in a less than classy less than sophisticated Thin man Loy world are hard to come by. She would only hours after this screed by this human glad bag would race back to trump , as her ilk has always seemingly known even when a fat chick who the bmpc always literally is and her ilk is always available to do transnational miss Clairol Translating.

The bloated Detroit pig was on, and discounted Trmup even as his cc- line on the mass email heroine, Hilary, or soon to be a heroine, its the same act Merman here pulled on Tom Snyder, he is always the queen of the underdog until its folding money time and then goes back to toxifying the wayward girlfriends he has to to to be a step man bag man in good, at least in his own mind standing when not getting an embarrassed standing, sit down asshole, Martin Scorsese to play Sicilian radical and be the only one giving him a standing ovation amid the Jewish dream factory workers who see nothing wrong with another war anyways, at least not here at the Prom.

I watched this some, as he did his usual fatso act, as he laughed his petafile in a van in the park charms, as he leered and sneered and undressed her with his beady eyes garbage pail kid assuredness, hed like to push Trump off a cliff, such a devotee of peace our nick is, as I thought when did the party of meathead and pink shoes and codes pink and speech and such faience decency becomes so violent in its action words, as our tv Juvenal is said to always skewer and eviscerate, as a devotee of long gone republics, that unlike Jewish gods, never Zombie back, youd better worry about when that becomes more than merely rhetoric. Youll know when Jewey Jonnies drops the pig and runs screaming towards the exits, as as usual hell always get it first, if Bill Mahar has anything to say about it.

I cant stand this pig, who admitted that Hillary might get us into another war,... what again...?, although a good apparatchik, he wont hold her emails against her, as unlike bridges and even her speech to phone companies all the presidents analyst, that's nothing, compared to people getting their skin thrown in wars that Jebby wants so willingly to enacted as if perpetual war for perpetual paces is something that needs to be Englished and jewed and finessed like say one man one vote or the idea of a republic itself . Fuck you Fatso, drop dead and do us a favor, as know all I need to know about this pig when thought he in full stage whisper, this is after all, kids, important and when he asked the South park boys, my buddies here, to do free south park cartooning for his shitty movie, movies which we have frankly been freed of while Obama turned out too be all he feared he be, still, when wanting an anti Gun carton made fir him, and Trey and Matt said no, they rather like their guns, he want ahead anyway and let it all be seen as tacit approval as he later went to hurang and harries a dying Michelangelo, which playing a man who painted God as white, unlike Rembrandt did , or at east signed off on, was someone who is his cockeyed brain derived punishment. Ah, drop over you human pudding pop, and go worry about your divorce, and the pebble in your own alimony. You want someone over a cliff, be a man and make it your wife, the canniness of the roman farce, the wife joke, oh but our Roman satirists are all married hags like Beebee, no lovers of a well turned ankle cosmopolitan Ovid here, and all love marriage now as much as they love war, your bathroom antics what you have to do when all the perverts and disquieting Jesuits and Gore are all dead, dears. Ah the Roman joke book, which my brother noticed the blond wiaterss girl is in another remake of Plautus on Broadway, and thinks that is obviously wrong casting. The Roman girl was always...

So getting rid of rumbled porno consumer Demeter simp MIKE, saw Anderson's Hullabaloo, and a fat little piglet Spanish woman a Bush apparatchik, all stunned it went this far, what with the Borgia, yes look it up, the Borgias and Torquemada and the slave trade her her fascist little heart, that when she was asked by our Allen Freed queen of the hop Andie poo if she should now get behind the candidate, she had the never to in an accent of courrrrrrrsswsse, say Vy, vy should I....vy shuld Eyeee. Ah because doll face, you fat little pig, because those are the rules of the game you have chosen, and see its been to the swiftist goes the race and fortune favors the brave and like classics that were cliches when Shakespeare sold them, they were minted long ago and believe t or not, you as Bushie might need a majority, no Im keeeeeding, like their in laws the Clinton they are the doges of pluralities, buts till fair is fair and since you were recuperated like Parrino so good at demanding things in Sore Loserman time, forgoing what you didn't like, your step man bag man qualities like with Moore are getting on everyone nerves. 


3. As I also saw another crumbling apparatchik on sports television, why do I Watch this slop, unlike Sorsos hacks am not even paid in IOU, which will come to its head he hopes after November, like say the indictments, I'm secretly pulling for a staged resident queen Livia now being shown to have willy nilly caused CIA operatives to be so killed in the field as that would befit the land of Homeland so well.

But, after the Kentucky Derby, the milk dud on ESPN, this bowl cut Mudbone, whom I despise, was making arguments for claimants sake with his vaudeville act as he plays Gracie to Post's Goerrrrrge, and he went on an on about a hatred for and of horse racing, which took the barrister on the left side of the screen as he sometimes does with more than Marley stage direction anger. This blowhard made a point that he hates horse racing, fine who cares, circus like television is dependent on getting ticket buyers or seeers, and like NBC, no one buys a radical who works for a giant Valhalla Mouse, talking ducks, or for that matter beams out of an armimentarium. Oh but its not just hatred of horses as a fat man might hate the cowboy ethic, and by that mean both the Tom Landry and the Larry Mcmurtry invocations, all is Freudian, God help us, but never enough here in the land of Ommph, Oz , I saw as acquitting idiot wop Franco Played wizard badly and like most sleepwalking, that that file cabinet was shut down long ago, ask Gore, and that this house everything went on and on about how the brothers in a place he calls Portland, watching the now excruciatingly boring NBA playoffs which are only not uninteresting when the game looks as rigged as we all thunk it to be, that horse racing is beneath him as a darkie and black man. This is horse racing, we still see the hippodromes that the Romans built everywhere in the megreb as blood sport despite what Harry Shearer, actually have loved Harry since his better than Ackroyd Snyder on snl, thinks, was a staple of the bronze age and not just in Tyberia, but everywhere, with only the Jews as usual thou shall noting in everyone's face with their Yahweh variation of Thor and their love of death as a sacrament, causing women to be publicly stoned, something we don't make much mention of. Why would horse races, no no Black Stallion for him, a fable used by Coppola to cleans his hands of Napalm and gabagoo, a sport since Cyrus, bother this house everything who knows... He has to know unnecessarily on no cc line to be told what to say today against Trump, no Fox fixer he, still he want on and on about horse racing as being beneath him as an avatar of black thought, Malcolm the Xth hating the idea of it as ante bellum, as a remnant of slave holding, yes but they were Darius' slaves, as all thoroughbreds are lateraled to that shore Bucephalus, an Arabian stallion owned by Darius, taken like so much by pushy drag queen black faced Alexander...or was that Roxanne.

As have said before when I suddenly find a TV show I adore because of figurative or literally gorgeous character named Sterling Archer or Max Black, I stupidly but needfully go to some web site called TV TROPES to try to figure out the years of story I have missed. This is a mistake because anyone making a point they are smarter than television must be a woman or a absolute retard, a word like so many we may not sue anymore now that all the accepted and wanted fetii all turned out to be genetically broken from all that in breeding that white elitists and their daughters never figure out isn't good for anyone. Still, this website would as I figured have an open hostility to Max, she the kind of Beatrice that Jewish imps like these and their in law women try to avoid seeng there at all costs, and even Beth, the blond with a game pluck is the kind of blond they don't like much either, as the streets of Hollywood are strewn with casting couch blond dishware hags who are hardly the playmates and pets we all grew up with as now internet porn allows you to see a type of Girls net door that give the lie to whatever Hefner thought he was doing.

4. The denseness of this site belies its jewey want to always be accepted, their Semetic noses up against the window, they have made it up past the pizzaras and other places just a rest stop on their Tacitus noted assault and accent to get to where they really wish to be, the Germanic in laws they see a strange kinship , and thus a hatred for the Romans, Persian and Arabs and Sicilians in apparent, who they openly demean on their lovely ineffectual television, as they hope for a lower level of blond and children named Brigit and Christopher and somehow anyw way they can to escape the Leninist grandfathers, radical Yentles, yeshiva comedy writers, and then the levitown as they are always on the make. The snideness is apperant in their collected bromides, which like say Roman law did better, and still noted by them, in a Jesuit fashion, if something is dark , like a woman waitress she is slammed for not being light, if some one is light, like the other waitress, she is dismissed as flighty and so it goes, everything in the apparent of legalism not being something else it should have been , and I dint even own a dog.

Still, have to get some idea of what has already happened when come in in medas res as I have,and try to piece together the story as best as I can , although now that I think of it dont really know why as could just using that Roman affactation mentioned above, just wait for the whole tale to be told at the banquet table, and just rid along with the story, and see how our Madoffy heroine got to live with this vamoony gorgeous Jewish chick, or as my mother said watching this late at night once as I was engrossed, Does the blond one, she asked, Ever stop laughing...? QUI STUNATELLA. YECCCHE. She adds. Who ever writes Sophie knows the antipathy that older old world ladies would automatically have to Caroline, no mater what. Yet still I find myself wondering why certain things are done or not. Like what happened to the cat, as opposed to the horse, who we see constantly.

In this Full aria of sanctimony Trumpo brilliantly shut it down by doing that which he does with the sense and the smarts of a Dante, surly as genius, shutting up the demons by looking away, not caring, as they like with Stealer fans is their biggest fear. And like most of America he doesn't care about your fetish, which is so important to you all. This was of course an unkindest cut to Anderson, sure he is resented for his flaming beauty, an Adonis in blues brothers chic, who has been thinking with his underwear since a boy, as we are always one step away from Athens, which no Roman can abide, as all art means to many is that , as an art teacher told me, it can be sold at a higher mark up than the shit and clay Socialists look at, until of course it cane be called Folk art, and then the price goes up. But in not caring a real lance as taken out of the quiver of the blonds and hacks of Fox and their now pan cable alerts to destroy one man as hasn't been since the bankers and the moratoriums hated Catiline, and again who was bringing that up at the beginning of what you all thought again was your Democratic golden age only to know anything with a Sesack in it as an elite was doomed to fail, as I did. But Trumpie was poo pooing this as as in law and and elite that Cuppy and Mary Frances Gllagher and Billbo will never be, well, that took some of the starch out of Anderson's stings and humanized The Don him in a way they weren't expecting, worth a Cambrian forest of Rachel Maddow breathless hurled updates between Medved allowed on, a corporate demand that made Keith finally walk. ...I adored seeing this, not that your married faggots mean anything to me, I was there in the golden age, beloved as a alter boy of Venus before even the fiasco queer disco priests died unnoticed like something in Venetia, long before Rent.

But what I loved the most was that that show I have often spoke of a Roman show ornate and lovely, the propaganda that Machiavelli and Caesar spoke of, so benieth those whose words are cleaned and sanitized by Legal departments between drone attacks, down from the trash and cooking shows and hageoreghy of August Wilson on PBS, that show like a similar show too human for the showing of Arabs, really how many Nazi do you Jews need before we say as was said of Scorsese enough already, when do we get to recall the Canaanites in this bloody record...in that show about Rome, with the voices of such as Bill Clinton, and Martin Sheen, that crap sack world that these Max haters and Bar Mistzvah blond addled creeps like to think of Rome, in that show, demeaned and demeaning to be Tacitus about it, were the Romans so unlike good and decent and noble and Harry Shearered up us, these stupid Romans demeaned to a punch line on the dreaded Simpsons as somehow close enough to Italians to be allowed to be made fun of as the daughter preens about vegetarianism and Buddha and the mother openly is in horror of a catholic son, what Jew writes this, Odenkirk that couldn't be you, anyway, in this show about the awful corrupt and venial and vulgar Romans, the big slight in this show was that...their bathrooms were unisexed. Owah. The boys of Bacchus, they were if not vulgar at least adult and weren't the gloomy awful Christers to come next. How lovely a thought that corrected to me now as recall bits and apses of my blood-works, too often walleyed to be burned away in some Germanic rite. How wonderful to know that the empire that sympathy for is in fact the beginning of a resiregmento or a Renascence, as genus follows genius as in Venice and Florence and Rome, but censors flow to poverty as in Messina, or Cairo, Rio about to lose the classical Olympia, as the papacy, that shouldn't be in Columbus's mistake, or Tallahassee. Ah so sorry you TV watchers who still need to spit downward at Dezi's creation and Sarnoff's bounty, sorry, the Romans had uni sexed bathrooms, so upsetting to the lesbians and bough Irish Catholics civilized by dee verrrgin Mahhhry, as shown there, so poo pooed and named by even PBS middlebrow sacrestry and now are caught in the decline and fall that you never thought you'd see coming, not with all that synpanthy for whales, as you were all on Atkins and your gay wedding chapels with Elvis as the lesbian cantor, and all your shit. I felt good to know in Trump made a point he didnt care about the toilet,s so important to rabbi Fwnak as he realigns everything in America, but who gets the cash.

And Trump was brilliant uncaring and thus getting the scorn of Glenn Beck, now worth as much as getting GE THEATER to finally admit this was about making sure no body said a dickering word about the fact that they bring good tax dodges to life. We all, the plebeian eared, when Glenn made a point that somehow bathrooms were imperative amid the decay, in this dying empire,we all saw his puppet Teddy baseball in that dark, with a Foxy Brown ringed up by the mayflower madam, as Terd in boxers and black sox garters allowing his thin Cuban Pete hair to fall from its brill-creamed perfection. And, in this faulderal over bathrooms coming as it did now, like a laughing Turnus, made you all look the fools you are, you didn't even think that a Roman Decline and fall was possible in all of this sanctimony, but after two years of such good Marc Madden and Pittsburgh creepo induced anti Joe Paterno, festooned and stocked by always available for a hard on inducing story ANDERSON himself, as you derided him, how can you now be so Blase about the bathrooms of your precious non Roman, blond interbred, Ray Romano like American dream children, why why how could you allow for, ...blah blah blah, ...now that Obama has made his bathroom policy, again who was calling this imperium the boys-room five years back, well, don't all you Jews and ethnics and trash men of the people all rush the stage too fast to support him in this good Roman year....sounds of crickets. I laughed thinking to though as you Jews never do with pink Christmas trees and black pirate pow flags, you never think it through despite your repute as clever , something hurled at me. I recalled how my Romanisms so bothered those polish starlets at zoetrope until Finally barked back, hey, fuck off you hags and your merry Christmas shit, Im not the one who named my brat who lived Roman, like that wine press owner thinking himself De scia over his fucking gangster white heat meets Verdi shit. I felt good that the Romans are in fact striking back, eating the apparatchiks for lunch as they have since Ostia, as you had no idea you wayward blonds from fox thinking you were made decent and whole, as house everythings bitch about horse racing, not understanding that the Bin Laudins once truly eviscerated the psychopathic Al Kida Taliban types who saw Horse racing as evil, as they have owned those horses sired by the Persian king's Bucephalus,too. Bucephalus by the way the name of Hercules horse. Herakles, I see far too much in comic hack work, is a slaves name, the black winged horse was Bucephalus, Not Pegasus, which is strange that Darius as said in Gore Vidal's Brilliant Creation, and never to be filmed, not in our world of 300 and the Persians being like the Romans and wops an ancient people made comic relief, while the Jewish husbands take dictation form their white wives, the king of Persia would so name his horse, the one that winnied that gave him the throne in some fake cheap way that Jews and Semites  get kingdoms by betting, and cheating, The stuff I bring up that everyone from Jewey Jonny to Rachel to Keith to old sweet pirate Bill recalls vaguely,  in that misty past perfect American time, before we all become prisoners to the bribes taken from and by Se and signor Wincess saaaright ssssaight, talking fist apparatchik queer sissy Fall in, yes that was mine, and its not even like im looking!, Chris Hayes, still unaware of the differences between bullhorn and lavailler mike. That recalled ancientness and romance so begged for, in a land of bag holders and bathroom attendants, as opposed to Roman valor giving the kingdom to whowever can get and bring the head of Tarquin best, but then we were all devoted to that strong man god once,Cornelius writes that even the Germans sing of Hercules, the Roman one, the only one, the uninterpreted, unstolen, one, whether you lesbians and sissys and anchor DJs like it or not.