I place this here as an excerpt of Roman
Mythology, a script so incendiary as it was called, that the polish starlets at
Zoetrope gave me nothing but trouble over it, and all because all I asked was
why did Poppa Copula succumb and give in when he was made to excise a scene in
which Michael Coreleone with shotgun in hand killed the killer of his apollonian
wife...? Ah a producer who had previously made Hogan’s Heroes, how’s that for
irony, demanded it be taken out, so hijinx at the Stalag without William Holden
wasn’t beneath him but Roman, or at least Sicilian, vendetta was.
This was written in 2003 or so, and was hurriedly
dismissed from screen writing places where
the mafia as usual as always big and in fact killer fags were everywhere, or
what would be come to known as the Hillary Campaign, which some day we will study like the marketing
of the Edsel or new Coke. I always knew Roman schoolboy Bill wasn’t allowing
his purple mantle majesty to be taken by Mother Bates, gods knows, but it all
seemed to disappoint me so, as why bother to go through all of this when a true
Roman would have just told that bag to can it or else, shed be gone. It couldn’t
have been out of sense of honor that this was somehow owed, as he has no ethics, but now has committed the worst of sins in Amorality
, no matter what Jews and crips or both think, in amorality, like Machiavelli
or Darwin, the only crime is being weak. I would have thought the lowest point
Hillie had was having George Will support her when as my Ma recalled, George, the
effeminate ferret face made a good living by demeaning them both and ONCE called
Hillary Shylock, shy nuf, as this was before the priests of academe went mad
with womanish censorship, simply because they wuz going to cleans America of all
words they didn’t like and make people watch crappy football games rather than
get drunk on New Years eve. Yes, I thought, he did do that, he called Hillary a
Shyster, I didn’t know you spoke Latin as an honor and Yiddish as a treat, sissy,
and he called her a rain maker too, and laid it on thick. My mother spoke of how
fake the PENNA INGNOSTRAO ALWAYS IS, ALWAYS A SLIGHT OF HAND AN ITALIAN WORD FOR
POISONED PEN, ALWAYS A FAKE, SHE SAID. Any blond jokes you’d like to make, you ninny…?
I wouldn’t wish George will on no body, as Caesar said, having him as an ally
is worse than having him as an enemy as an enemy he can do less damage. And too, in our Jew
York Times turnabout is bad pool, how wonderful that Jewish gimp Stealey Dan be
on their side too as the coiner of masturbatory fantasy had to be strapped to Hillary
like Gregory Peck in Moby dick, pun intended as always. Now I understand as my
Ma recalled for me, why it was as a republican he would be so instinctual on having trashed Monica before anyone, so superior he was to her he kept talking about her Brow,
from the brow of Monica , the sissy that Jack Germando called a wolf in priests
clothing, ouch, said it over and over to defame her as if you cant molest a stupid
woman, the dumb brunette as created by his equal payee , Maureen, as if Monica was a Cro-Magnon, got what she decreed she did
our Mumfredi of the abc television Sunday Omnibus with Cookie and Sam or
whatever that fish eyed hag was. He always spoke of Monicas 'Brow', as if it was
dark and sinister almost Karloff like, which the afternoon yaks eagerly picked up. I
wonder was he paid off too as we know know like MAREENE DOWD AND Brit Hume,…I
had to stop watching the cubs game, as that city has had, what,... ten championships since
I was fifteen…this wasnt about a city it was a neighborhood, why it doesn't
seem to have the resonance of the Cowboys doing well as since George Will in
involved it must have a racial aspect I don’t understand about our marauder
city for whose dead children neither Baby Huey or the wicked witch seems to weep.
But if there was a low point, it wasn’t just Rachel
dear weeping for our bloody Mary, it wasn’t even Samantha Busssybussybussybeeeee
in overwrought rattles meanness she has called a delivery of sorts since speech and drama at Wendell Wilkie high,
no,...It wasn’t even the fact that unlike me and Bill she didn’t have to read the treatise how to be a Roman playwright as I did , by Terrance, I having in 1980 a gift
from the Jesuits when I left a school I was barely at and armed and beloved but never a teachers pet as that as
for ninnies and fagots who would be the first black president and still have to be driving Mizz Daizy as
you shonuf always hasty bee, so sur…a roman reader I cant find anymore, as was I
guess was too admiring of them wops in togas than is allowed here in new Judea, as she would have known politics
like farce , and its that like Caesar out there more and more bro our Rabbis of
empire, shed know casting is all. A ALWAYS B BE C CASTING. ALL her soldiers
willing too kill without barely a vulgar mention of tail ala Dan Jenkins, that’s
awful as again the lesbians of war want death without a sprig of dirty joke in
there to mar the dead and the dying, our age if Kleenex and periods as Gore Vidal
said. But these supposed Assassins, these Seals who survived the imperials
Mary, they all looked like effeminates, as all the women who torched Trumpy as
a pervert with you know who gearing up right there in the mezzanine, our lover
of Jo and Patty and such gorgeous brunettes alas always destroyed by Hillie and
her titian haired centuries and witches, just like on Roman walls and the bible
where all the demons have red hair. Cartoons and literature is at its heart the
same basic idea. All the cunts forced on us by Lester the molester and the Peacock in the slush in
our amacord of Wall Street they looked
like herstory professors and ladies home
journal readers when like me and Bill he is devoted to the bathing Beauty, but Hillary
or her coven wouldn’t spring for an unparalleled ass. The sewer wasn’t wasn’t
even Keith Olbermann cramming out of the phantom zone like Zod to say he would vote,
but instead of just for Hillary, no the liar tells the truth when lying the most, he said
he would vote for George W over Trump, sing along with Glenda chubby, hes not
my friend, as was eager to say he would vote for the man who brought torture to
American politics over anyone who had this many Italians and Mets fans this close
to the praetorium. I really hope you Arabs weren’t shocked by this no harm no
foul, I didn’t really mean it, it was all just programming anyway, NNNNNN BEEEEEE
CEEEEEEEE. … as my saturnalia essays about the closing of the golden door
really opened up many doors for me just as being dammed openly by comics books
hacks at bleeding cool was something ova sign that I had if not courage the
willingness to like a Jesuit stand up for the Incognitos and the Tallahassee
housewives we all are two exits away from being as I always warned. Did I ever tell my Olgertree
For which he will pay as you all will, as its one
thing to be deadened by the Bush family of stable boy Medici made good with all
that Nazi collaborator money, but when the Jews of the Yeshiva teams made a point
that there was someone beneath them, no really this time fer reals, they have
the audacity to look down on the ethnics they were of only three or four Judd
Apatow movies before this, or was it Judd Hirsch who knew his place, Im not sure…
well, like Sejanus being killed, a senatorial threat said as warning to Tiberius, he made
the mistake of being the praetorian of a hated man. Ouch. So, I MAKE A SIGN to
ward away the evil eye and watched on a television fondly and gloriously
alleviated of Hillary in high Dungeon, get the jokes there, as Mildred Pierce
screeches out no more wire hangers ever, much less emails, all the world is a
joke and a farce as Senaca said, after all. Oh, I watched a midnight movie, a
chiller theater of ‘Duel’, a boyhood masterpiece
which sent me towards film, as was a shock to bother father and the brethren who wanted me to be legit and clerical and
thoughtful and unvulgar, as film and comics were puppet shows. Making the pages
for a new submission of my witch to a collection of such women, Im not sure
theyll like my Patty Fairinelli. Oh Patty, adored Beatrice of glossy pages, a
witch Bill and Trump could fall for bell book and sinker, Im not sure but a gal
named Natalie seems open to it, as even the gals have taken my side, as
the pitiful Halloween of Clinton Inc was too much to bear, and we all became tired
of a decrypted old crypt keeper hag who came out of the woods too buffed as youd never have guessed, yelled at by those niggers she didn’t put behind bars, as
a sissy queer black queen dido seems to have all the suicide intentions of his
matron, but none of the dignity, as we all saw this woody rite before too often
and too much with the hollowing Rains.
ANCIENT ROMANCE BOOK FOUR THE TRAGEDY OF LIGRA, QUEEN OF THE HIGHLANDS.
But what I must packed here as think before this
is over our Livia, and again it isn’t the sopranos from which I get that again
perhaps giving them more designates and honoraria than I should, she will find
as he so famously said with his thieves aplomb, that one must get close enough
to the window to break it seeing every election in the republic his involved in
as again a crime. But what I must place here as I send more of my witch comics out and
then promise to fold her into the story, as I always wanted to, all my heroines are
either Jewish amazons from Long Inland, Cat women and hillbilly girls as a roman
student would have to do amid the yeshiva of now fifty year old virgins and
their fish wives, I must say what was the saddest part of a farce that lasts
too long but doesn’t have a central figure good enough to be Virgilian, as the leans
like the death of Dido cry and wish to reek havoc on a country that Aeneas
didn’t even come from, ah the central pace of The Aeneid, which when I said it, as too with a hatred for
both Montegues and Capulets all, and caused
the Jesuits to admire and wish me well, and I, a pig, waved my hand and let the
men all die alone as didn’t want the fag cooties any where around. The sad
monet came when in the dark and al alone, away from the alerts and the alters of power so adored by our wayward hillbilly trash,
our human laughing bag Bidding, came face to efface with those prices one must
say as he seemed to have gained the world but lost a son over and over, a dying
man perpetually, an Ouroburos the petty men seen in the Dantean ice as the two
poets come towards a gloomiest Lucifer, our bloated face making pimp of delegates
union labels owner was accosted by fate and signora Fortuna, or was it Orcus, and the kind of payment made to allow Copula
to feel as if vindicated he was making something other than mere acceptable Jewish minstrel show. The vice president for
life Joe Boy was confrited by a dying son, tres Livy, very Robert Graves,
begged by a dying boy, by a dying son, as Roman as some could get, a dying boy,
ah the essence of the tragedy since Sejanus, no tragedy is a good as Roman
tragedy, as Tacitus, hater of Greeks as was Dante as are most Jews mistrust
them, to be truth full, there aint no time
like colored time and there aint no tragedy like Roman tragedy despite what
women would think. And the son on death bed no less, saying that the angels
were white and the Clintons black, I have been told
I am quite good at this, the dying son, I must mention it again, there on the banks of the Styx,
they are still redeemable catholic no…? They are for abortion aren’t they, not
to mention free trade, so acceptable to the Jesus freaks and the cub fan say
..,? The Dying son begged the powerful leech, old seedy cleric, the cleric of
empire, he begged him , please pop, dint let Lil Abner and that hag back into
or Roman Pericardium, dad. Oh how sad worthy of sanitized roman BBC bullshit, or
Titus Livy moment while the Crime family keep in trekking, the dying son, with
last dying wish asking a father to have power he didn’t have to keep these tow
pigs out of the Capotiline again, as all knew than this was just a thug with wilted
laurels in his gray hair wishing to get around the 22 amendment, and inst that
sad, if aghast all this was about. The republic as bauble, how Bushman, how
perfect for two families of equal ignobility and place, who cant either get all the fools, maybe much less
the Jews, reformed and conservative, it shall never happen, all on the same side , as a majority to Augustus
eventually screaming for a long Dead Germanicus speaking of dear sons, is by definition,
a threat. Steal, kill, beat up go Cinna on us all, dear, dealer as you may, but
don’t ask to be admired for it and please please please don’t tell Roman Tony
that I am too believe any of it,I thought yew weren't vicious enough,,, therefore am again and attest as Too
Roman…?, or even think you the Jews, George
Will, cripples plebeians and widowers son burying hacks are ever all on the
same side. As Machiavelli said, no one
is as stupid as you hope they are.
What I found depressing about this death march
with the lesbians as cheerleaders as worthless as they’ve ever been, was that
the sadness was in the vary lackluster vituperative quality of it all, with
brawn shirts who said a wholly unfaithful feh, willing to beat up people but
who charge time and a half for it like polka singers at the Stealer game,
really Roettensbuergher meets Hillaty humnnnn, the inevitable intersection of
paralleled lives… at the seiu always
must. I think I know why she is unraveling now, thirty people at a rally, doing
bad Martin Short, hands out to ghost who haven’t bothered to care enough the
send their very breast. And as they set things up which would make a kid
playing at this say foul and that this time Supermen was too mighty batman was
too smart, wonder woman as too vicious and Amazonian, that didn’t meet the
braced tenants of Calvinos love of the folktale. When I was a kid and I learned
to read, gogbbled up things like Shaft, Captain Marvel, and so read all of the MASH BOOKS BY RICHARD
HOOKER, EVERYONE one of them as I loved the aspect of them, their adultness
their anger and their snidest and their hepness, and still call myself the pro
from Dover as I adored that whole thing, and the Altman movie even more. Hillary
was the MASH TV SHOW AFTER HER HUSBAND WAS Trapper John, maybe even Duke, anyone but Spear
chucer which showing decency, CBS too refined to show a Harvard educated
football chest doctor and kept the blacks like the Italians as dog faced
soldiers human bags of blood to be splayed in tables for the family hour. That’s
why I hate Hillary, her face it is said has a Bush effect of making people turn
the channel , the republic strikes back, and therefore why I think shes dwindling down
will have to not only steal this election but be unable to fence it, as best as
she can, making George Will after all this time, certainly no no Hawkeye, maybe
as Duval as Kellerman fucking Boourns, an anathema to Roman me, about to be
taken away to a manicomium, where I think old Doctor Pierce will get her , old Mrs.
Haversham into the ward , like the Tyber , that awaits her when all this is done.
A Scene from Roman Mythology.
Placed actor’s faces in to fill out the casting
as it were.
INT. GARIBALDI CLUB, AN ITALIAN AMERICAN MUSIC
HALL FROM THE OLD COLD WAR DAYS. A COLUMBUS DAY CELEBRATION. TABLES AND FOOD AND A
STAGE AND A COLLECTION of Italians in a threadbare, sad almost archived Americanism unseen since
the Dick Van Dyke show as they hold on vainly to an America and an American
ethic that is dwindling, if not Gone.
Enter BRUTUS, the banker hero, a Oafish man,
thuggish, but smart, stoic, almost despite
his looks he is almost polite sad alone. He wears an expensive black suit, a
purple tie, a gold watch. He is large but almost nimble. He walks into the celebration into the red
green and white bunting. He goes to his family table, and removes his black priest
coat and reveals a buttoned up vest.
His sister like a Jacqueline Olbadors sort.
Well, Look whose here, Ma, its your prodigal
son…not buying most of Patavium, bra…
Its called Foreclosure, Julia dear, its been an
act of war since Caesar and that’s what I’m at.
Oh st down you gloomy Guido and have some fun.
Larry, [to a white coated waiter] Bring my brother a aste spumanti and a woman,
if you can find one. Loosen him up.
What have I missed everyone…I had some paperwork
to get done at the Bank.
Whose terms of surrender this time, Praetor.
WHOEVER I CAN GET. I AM ROMAN ABOUT TEHSE THINGS,
ON THE STAGE WITH THE LOUIS PRIMA LIKE ORCHESTRA BELONG
COMES OUT A TONY BONNET LOOK-ALIKE. He gestures to the crowd.
Hello, all in Patavium NY. IM FAT FREDDY BARZINI,
here to sing fer yous all tonight as tonight’s the night and dis gotta be the
place. GREY SKIES ARE GONNA CLEAR UP PUT ON HAPPY FACE. BRUSH OFF THE CLOUDS
AND CHEER UP PUT ON A PATTY FACE,SHHHHAZZAM!..
He continues the song as other mill about and gals
laugh and men drink.
Brutus sits there, a quiet and yet somewhat overly alert
My my, At the Gummuadis and the greasers the
gumabs and the dimwits, and yet there is something valiant and sad about them
dared almost as if at a long gone Latin quarter, they are sad , but not buffoonish.
[If they could all be cast by Jews or Italians this would be the best.] Pretty
girls, in slightly used furs, they were as Italians as all ethnics given a Principe
not to an America that never came as sons if white men fans a revolution to
make sure they were never drafted and never asked to do anything.
I’m sorry, everyone I don’t mean to be a downer I
can’t turn it on and off like house niggers on TV.
Looking for anyone in particular. Bluto…?
The mother hen of the family, a Lanie Kazan type,
down to the bride of Frankenstein, over processed hair, dripping in ermine and pearls.
Julie please don’t call your brother that, its
bad enough your father made me name him for one of the greatest turn coats in
history , I could have had two more boys
and named then Benedict’s and Judah.
It’s a cartoon nickname Mother, its fine by me.
It’s out of freaking Popeye, boy.
Still looks sheepishly around.
A better America if you ask me, all around.
He looks and sees the table for a crew of low
level thugs called the Macedonia’s, the father, a bloated vulgar creep in a
fedora and cheap seer suckers suit, Phillip and his vulgar almost effete sons
Yeah she’s not here, Bro.
Puhhleese, bra…your dream Girl.
I don’t know who you mean…
cousin fond of pretty Julia. He is affable, wiry a handsome boyish gumba sort,
a Tony Reali type in a black suit like Brutus bit whereas Brutus looks like a
judge he looks like a pulp fiction wana be.
He sits there towards the Ballerina table.
See aint here yet Brutal. Shell be here and then
you can say oh I am soooo in luvvv wit you Clem…
Clementine Macedonia, maw.
Oh thank God, that’s all I needed. But then you brother
is too stern and unhappy t be gay. Cent ani. [She drinks a flute of sparking
Shell; be here Bru…don’t worry. Phillip has demanded
we all be here, when he knew you paid for the booze. [Laughs. ]
INTO THE SCENE IS SHOWN NOW A COUPLE OBVIOUSLY
BASED UPON THE CLINTONS.
A POWER COUPLE, OF gray hared oafish persona
and scheming pant suit wearing ungentle and ill at ease first lady as they entered
and schmooze the ruin, he better than she as they clomp about.
Oh no. who invited the Borgias…?
Yeesh, it just be time to vote again, that’s when
that ilk discovers the circuit the rest of the time we are just dumb wops. DID
YOU invite them Bru bru…?
I think I like Bluto more than that.
No,….you don’t have to invite them anywhere, like
Rats and lice and Satan they think they own whatever they have tunneled into.
Heads up, Bra…Lucretria Borgia is coming this
WHATEVER YOU DO , KIDS, DON’T STAND UP…IT DRIVES
THEIR ILK MAD.
The COUPLE COMES
OVER TO THE TABLE FOR BRUTUS AND HIS FAMILIA.
Well, what a …interesting gathering of souls,
dear mister Ballerina, I didn’t know this many women still wore fur in public.
Well, Mrs. First Lady, don’t be upset and call
Arron Brown or your SHOCK TROOPS at cnn or anything, the Italian women loved furs
and fags when you were still indiscriminately killing both in the southland…
She starts to grit her teeth.
Praetor Bill moves in all honey dripper and after
shave and puts out a hand to Brutus.
Hey Brutus how you doing. [Brutus shakes the man
hand.] See everyone don’t get up, we are just here as guests of my Roman friend
here. How you doing, Brutus old man, haven’t seen you in a while, I usually
don’t like to make it up to the upstate here, unless I’m up selling…but heard
my buddy was having a Columbus day party and she wanted to cras—pres the
fles—electioneer and all, and I know you always have the best food and gals around here.
I’m shocked to see the both of yew, I mean, I
thought you’d both be at somewhere were rain daces were going on by Indians
paid less than they were when Bonanza was on.
Bonanza…That’s cute, Man Brutus you’re a trip.
I AM SURPRISED YOU’D BE HERE at a Columbus Day parade,
Remember dear, we have to get out to the Indigenous
peoples day parades too, you know.
Yeah well, my wife’s been working both sides of the
street since Yale, you know.
Hey is this food fer anyone…
Of course, Praetor, sit down and Larry Bring the President
You got any of that Kitchen Catachitore, Bru…?
Yes, Larry Bring the President a plate of….that
he mentioned…and some asti…
Oh yeah I love this wine its like Champaign with
m and ms in it.
Please Madam First lady, sit down and have some
food with us…
I find Eye-talian food too spicy for my states…
AWWWW, SHIT hunny sit down and shuddup and get
off the clock once, everyone know wwho you are by now, so give it a rest huh…
I DON’T KNOW IF YOU SHOULD BE SWEARING IN PUBLIC,
Aw can it dear, these are Italians, the invented
speak softly and carry a bug Gun. What is that called again…
He east his food, con gusta. Not piggisly or
sloppily, or comically, just enjoying it as he seems to enjoy everything, as
Hurry up and eat, darrrrrllllling.
Heres a song I know you gumabs and idiots like, a
song I know yull like from the lovely gal who I did this with one album of
duets, a song called Uninvited by the fabulist
Brutus looks askance at this , but seems to laugh
it off …
The band pays the song and he starts to sing.
At the table the Praetor is eating with robust joy as his wife sneers and
seems ill at ease among these sorts of people.
That’s the price you pay to be a man of the people and get ways with all dear..
Sometimes you get too near the rancid filth.
We have to leave , darling.
Aaw common hun, those Injuns never feed anyone
much les like this…
BRUTUS SMILES AT THE AFFABLE KING, AS SHE SNEERS
AT THE LAUGHING MEN AND GIGGLING WOMEN. HER EYES ENFLAME WITH SUPERIORITY AND HATRED.
I haven’t seen a yenta this upset at being around
this many wops since that cow who lays that fish wife on that Raymond shit.
Brutus notes how upset as she seems at being this
close to these people and seems to make a mental note to show her for the fraud
STARES AT WIFE WHO SEEMS TO CATCH SOMETHING IN
Go ahead and eat up, Praetor, enjoy yourself as
it must be heard being a lion in winter, eh…
Oh, buddy, you have no idear.
Into the scene walks a few tables away Clementine,
OBJECT OF BRUTUS AFFECTIONS, HE SEES HER AND LOOKS DOWN AS IF CAUGHT AT
SOMETHING. SHE IS BEAUTEOUS, A PRETTY ITALIANATE BUSTY GAL, IN DARK PONYTAIL
AND WEARING A WHITE DRESS WITH YELLOW PIPING, A DISCRETE ARTISTIC OPPOSITE OF
THE BLACK SUIT AND INDIGOS TIE OF BRUTUS. THE SINGER SMILES AT HER AND WINKS AS
HE SINGS THE LOUIS PRIMA CLASSIC, AND SHE TALKS WITH OTHER GIGGLING AIRHEAD
WOMEN. She is gorgeous and Italianate in all ways, a Wendy Fiore sort.
The PRAETOR LOOKS UP AS HE EATS.
WOWS, MY FUCKING GAD WHO IS THAT, WHO INVITED WONDER WOMAN HERE…GEE WHIZ!
That’s the future Mrs. BRUTUS BALLERINA, MISTER PRESIDENT. Clementine Macedonia.
Oh mash darling aw mash darlllin aw my darlllin
Clementine….hehe, AW, I’m sorry I WAS JUST KIDDING I DIDN’T MEAN TO INSULT
Its alright sur, shes kidding.
HOO WEE, I aint seen a girl like that since ax
Baer stopped making drive in movies, seeeeeeehhhhht.
THE FIRST LADY FUMES AND TSKS AT THIS VULGARITY.
SHE NUDGES THE EX PRESIDENT.
Aw woman will you leave me be, I cant live a life
as a perpetual campaign--it isn’t healthy. You know, Brutus, If I was five years
younger Id take a run at that lil Sinorina.
HE WATCHES HER AS SHE WALKS ABOUT AND TRIES TO
HIDE THE FACT AS JULIA WCTAHES HIM AND LAUGHS ALOUD.
You know I was friends with an Italian girl in college,
a lovely lil thang named Angie, like the song, and she was just the cutest lil
–turns and sees his glaring wife and he coughs to a mumbling conclusion and goes
back to his food.
Yes I was shocked to see an Italian at Yale when
I got there I was shocked to see they were beieng let in…you know by the republicans
and the old money guard that ran it…
Well, you and your in laws will always have skull
and bones, dear…
Yes dear he knows what you mean, he isn’t stupid God
knows, these aren’t the Jews downstate we are talking to, on their best behavior, that’s why desse are my
[Despite himself likes the oafish man.]
SINCE 1265, AT LEAST OLD MAN.
Oh I just
meant I went to Yale and…and….
HOW DID YEWWWW GET INTO HARVARD.
Brutus stands and yells out,
My father bought it for me as is the American
The whole dining halls comes to a complete stop.
The singer and band stops.
I OWN THIS PALACE, I OWN THIS TOWN, AND I DIDN’T
INVITE YOU HERE TO MAKE SURE YOU CROSSED OFF WHO YOU FELT YOU HAD TO BULLSHIT
TODAY, OLD CROW.
I THINK WE SHOULD LEAVE , HUNNNIE.
PRAETOR BILL SEEMS EXASPERATED.
Let me tell you wops and Gumba Jews a quick story
about our beloved Medici here, kids,…it seems that when she was running for senate
from our great empire state, and thus discovered Orchard Park for the first time
in their miserable lives, she came to me at the empire bank in beautiful
downtown Patavium and she asked me for a manila envelope with 10, 000 dollars
in unmarked bills as everything they have ever done ahs been a fucking hostage
I don’t know what you are talking….
They of course not only beg for cash but have strangest
codicils attached as all ransomers do you see. She asked me to make sure as a
good Italian American, that I would be behind the deccccccccminatin and decapitation
of some idiot they had discovered for her to run against named Laverne De Fazio
or some such wop creep, some dirt bag whose grandma was just proud he had made
it to the runner chicken circuit, and she asked that as Italian Americans we
wouldn’t be upset that she was going to tear his guts out like Mohammed in the divine
comedy, leaving his entrails on the floor as she and her ilk sows well does. Well, I am not a credit to my race and so, I took one of those steel briefcases
you see in the Pulp Fiction…
I TOOK a steel briefcase and filled it with 100,
ooo dollars and made an appointment for one of her stinking sneering sissy dago
bag men to come pick it up.
FOLDING MONEY ALL THESE EVER BEEN AFTER SINCE
I took the money and the tin briefcase and I gave
it to one of her nervous little dago rats marionettes and handed it over to
them. With the codicil that if she ever blathered me again or if she ever did
her act again, having not seen it I heard she and her Dyke handmaidens made a point
that she fared this gamey thin sissy little wop , De Fazio , she feared for her
life , playing into this msitrel show that her arms lenth Jewish in laws anted
her too play into, aaaaaaaaaaand she was more than willing, well, human action
takes it toll, in unmarked bills, deaarie, Oh dear, Im sure hub will get you
first. I gave her this money ,but told this jittery little gumba that if she
ever bothered me again, id send to whatever network as out too get her this
time, id make sure that tape where she told me exaltedly what she thought of
you stinking wops would be sent and put on the air and wed know acutely who
this bitch was, especially the gumabs
and the rest she pretends to love so much. The only catch was the money was counterfeit , at least mine was, and sissy ninny gunman Eddie
accepted it, a crime, … I gave all the numbers
and that can blow up in your face whenever I need it to, old woman, so be
careful with this bloated pig on spit behind you who you defame as a vulgarian dear.
AND THAT as Copula would say… is a true story.
Her face contorts into a death mask like Malcolm McDowell
in clockwork orange.
You rancid little wop rats, scumbags and filth,
hooters at women,
Thugs, filth…garbage….I have never been so defamed
and disrespected by anyone and that includes Mississippi…yiu filthy dirty wops….I
‘’’I….come you... Husband come, now lest go.
The place explodes in laughter as he speciously
BRUTUS FEELS BADLY FOR THIS TURN AND HIS
EXPLOSION AT THEM, OR AT LEAST HIM.
Ah, Larry, box up five dinners and give them to Mister
Praetor here…a gift for Columbus day, from us to him,...lest call it honoraria.
They hand the man five large boxes and he goes to
walk away with a smile.
[Gives him a Roman thumbs up.]
They walk out and the club goes back to some semblance
Please everyone , a little anger on my part…please
go back to dancing and singing and enjoying yourselves, I am a river to my people,
everyone, enjoy yourselves and I am picking up the tab…I more ways than one…Go back
and have fun.
ARGO…when your cousin comes back ask her if shed
like to have a dance with me when these idiots
start playing dance music…
WHADDA YEW DEAD….I’m not your messenger Boy…
Takes out a hundred dollar Bill. There’s a
hundred in it for you.
The smiling affable man whips the hundred out of the
large older man hands with ease and smiles.
Oh she’ll dance, dot worry.
EXT. THE OUTSIDE OF THE GARIBALDI CLUB. A TATTERED
ITALIAN FLAG FLIES IN THE BACKGROUND AS THE NOISE CAN START TO BE HEARD INSIDE AS THE FIRST LADY SHRIEKS AT
THE PRAETOR FOR HIS NOT STANDING UP FOR HER AND being sold out to ogle some girls.
There standing alone is Brutus in the cool AUTUMNAL day’s nght , and drags on
his cigarette, she starts to sing to
Barely audible as the neon sign in the back MAO’S
turns n in the night.
Oh my darling,
aw my darling, aw my darling Clementine, you were lost and lost forever oh my darling
Clementine, oh my darling aw my darling aw my daring Clementine, you were….
IN 2008, one of the first things that was meant to
sabotage Hillary was a tape made equating the Clintons to the cable television
crime family the Sopranos, which was a first break in the damn and upset all them dumb wops who as I heard gave money
and acquiescence to allow her and her lesbians scabs like Ellen to trash the
slimy little wop who had been sent up against her. This year, with new York and new Jersey
in flux as the confederacy seems upset and wounded that it had far too many
ethnics willing to vote for them outside Jews on the pad, I didn’t hear the word
Columbus this year
once. I GOT THE WITCHES DRAWINGS ALL OUT AND when I went to subway to buy the family
a lunch as no one felt like cooking dinner, and my brother gave me a book of
coupons someone gave him, such is Obama nation as he tap dances away, I walked
into the baloney outlet and saw the miserable little Negro creep who had bothered
me last Christmas for being after his Gurrrl. The pretty cashier I liked as Victoria
went so far away, the hinterlands in the darkest parts of Terra Incognita, Jersey.
He looked right at me, through me, as I was meaningless to this Tommy Davidson
goofball minstrel show player. There standing next to him was a girl, long flowing
Turnus Italic hair, no fooling I felt my stomach fall, a lump in my throat. As
she stood there, a bit fatter but with a mane of onyx colored hair braided
closely and crow rows I think it is called. He didn’t recognize me and I still
stood there to buy the cold cuts. She turned, and it was a boot black girl, chubby and without the
yellow eyes I am sucker for, another fat black chick as we see on sports TV. He
found another in his Negro eyes a better than the pretty girl. The night
explodes with rain and too, sirens keep going off and helicopters in the night
in the prison planet that the Clinging
Clittins gave us, as they do unto others
then split as their hippy mantras went and now, she must shoot the bird to
those wops and niggers who had their males gathered up and incarcerated , the
ugly, manly, undercurrent of Amazons
that Camilla always never had. That cunt and his wife Hillary made this country
a duchy and were smart enough this time to bring in the Jews, well well see who
recalls what and how many got stiffed, as someone always is. Ill
give him his one of these days, I thought of this fronting coon doing bad be
bop act, and handed the coupons to the
sandwich guy and asked for one of each. Ill get even, we always do. But I did
three weeks ago hear said on an ACLU
like Jew show on a Jesus freak station, and they really didn’t know what to
make of it, trying to make common cause no longer with the Italians or the
Romans that have gone from Fascist TO Socialist as they didn’t allow the people
to strave as they do as will recall this love of refugees again when it isn’t in
your best interests, but with the
Germanic creeps from which they get their wives now, I did hear it made these Jesus freaks and their on the pad Jews uneasy to know, that Bill was
again quoting the tragedy of Tiberius.