05 December 2016


Since last Saturnalia diary went very well and helped to gain for me an abundance of Girls , radicals, even Arabs, all of whom I was sure would dislike me , or at least that’s the way the lovers of Samantha Bee would explain it, I was not  sure if d even bother again to do such a thing. I found myself unlike some fake liberals who have suddenly found a dislike of fake news, who allowed it, even wallowed in it,  in it as nag as Jewey jonnie was enucleating people to their specs, I told an anti Trump letter that still thought my Patricia and Boyne cartoon was pretty and could be after all taken anyone would like, aha Hillary’s demise in a  nutshell, girls, I said to one that wanted me to go on about the hacks of the mercenariness night, as that as a Roman Boy, my hatred for mercantile war perpetual war for perpetual profits takes a toll, and I didn’t want much too explain or express my dislike and distance from human cysts like Mickey heel eat anything Moore, ah the cheap shot is the Colitis age Carminas dear, and didn’t want to even write another essay about our dying Borgias as did too much of that, too much and need to wash my hands as Machiavelli would advise.

That's okay they said back, they weren’t going forward with it anyway, as I take it that the trying to preened you liked Hillary was the true heavy lifting of this, and like the two menaces who left  the local Prothomitory’s office, here in Pittsburgh as  they were advised that it cost 150 dollars to open up a rather stale desire to recount votes, they both walked out did these lesbians, as again as I have said before the American credo truly isn’t even ex uno Plarues, the opposite of e pluribus Unum, and means what youd think, as much as it is hold it right there, bub, we aint married to any of this. As this didn’t seem to get the gaze of the press that a woman in a tux spouting vows did earlier, and since all American liberalisms is meant for the tenth row, they walked out, it appears that Jill Stein, demanding notice said she wasn’t doing this for anyone, and wouldn’t pony up the cash needed to mount a recount,...was she ever…?. As the taught line things up so much in new Judea, that the suckers in the dark out there, that they would again pick up the tab, as if she sued a million for that, our queen of the backlist market would only have six left to play with. Maybe, dear, you can use the same contactor to make your additions as Boiney is using, altooow dese gonnif dago cnemnat heads are bleedking meeee drayyy ovah here, …yes. Id like to never hear their names again, frankly, like Rachel Madow, they sprang their traps too soon on prom Night, and now even Steven Colbert shows his hedge of heart as he always would by buying a new pair of gasses to show he has now a good heart, and that line of roman circus and theater and theaters if war that I put in Boineys mouth  yuck theyeeewey, well, it’s a true as anything I have ever written down.

Going to the dollar store to do my Christmas shopping as many now must in the duchy, I saw a lovely blond girl who I HAVE BEEN friendly with, but have no sexual layers with both can attract and repel the gals, as she is tall and white and thin and not enticing to me at all. She calls me over as I walked in and started to buy shit loads off batteries. Hey, Big man, she said in blue smock, which was actually not a uniform, but how she dresses, like a Bohemian, I seen we get a bunch of comics books we sell now in bags over there. She pointed, a an instillation of bagged comics, each for a dollar, sold as they were when I was a kid in real stores, not  highway sidelined strange outposts where one was forced to buy a comic book as old married men once bought their porn before it became ubiquitous and thus boring as ATT thus makes everything. I think, she said, That  its a new company and I saw that, and thought of you and how you send out your comics, [ I seem to instantly attract the gals and others who like to draw.] So, youd get a bag or two and send out your stuff to them, as the covers seem to be reak shit and you could do that in your sleep, bro. I smiled, That’s very nice of you I said, to think I’m not sure Id bother as I am happy juts getting my stuff here and there now,  me for that, Julie I said, as she, with a kid of heavy eyelid smile ala Kat Dannings, and a bit spacey, smiled a slightly dreamy grin. She started talking to me a bit back, when she told me as  I was buying a bunch of rat traps, believe me girls a Napoleonic complex I do not have as had to put recees pieces into wooden mousetraps to get the now everywhere rats,  the flood of rats around the Allegheny river here as never seen before, as she told me. She, as she told me she lives out in the farmland by the Latrobe airport and told me , seeing me buy up everything like that there,  that shed never seen so many rats and mice as she had seen that summer , a summer of anti Roman Bens and Hers that would come crashing down once Lucretia Borgia started shitting her pants  and bumbling down steps ala Lucy  without  the warmth, Nixon without the joy,  at thrown concerts to get a audience, using the old Roman knack of republicanism and free beer nights in which the collocated Gagazinis and constipated Barmen from Jersey made sure to always bill what they usually got for a rich Jews bar mitzvah, as things are tough all over. I was alerted by her that rainy summer day that they had in New Ken, a place she was sure was still run by the mafia, until I told her being from there, the mafia at lts worst was never this incompetent, as the Greeks and Romans sadly did  teach the Sicilians something, as this was tractably what happens when the men of the people get their hands of great tracks of land,  as Ovid said, Now becoming the partisan saint of this blog work, a republic is doomed when the parasites of empire get their money from a different place  form where they get their voters as I said, the death of a republic. I made her laugh when I said to  her never seeing so may rats around, I didn’t notice at first, as that this was an election year.


She rang up my stuff, a fat older woman studying behind her as if a guard, to the Goldman sacks of who own this chain as they do the senate, we are all thieves you know, which is why if Barry the fairy had an inkling his ante Cop shit was going to as they say catch fire, sorry, dear, they need those once vaunted blue knights as security guards to watch their veracious gold, as soon enough well all be Arabs in your beady eyes anyway. I knew that Hilary as finished as the Jewish hacks who drop bombs on tenements, like Moved away from her slowly  as she made a too hot for the heat sort of shameless war on the FBI , her last ditch battement to get the blacks to vote for her. Oh yur done, I thought then fer sure as they don’t want no cow in power  demeaning the FBI and having  war with them, year right you and Dillinger. Beat it toots. So  bought a couple of the floppies in bags, if don’t like them or frankly when I get a address too which too send some work, will give them out as gifts to the Salvation army, as got the early Christmas card from lovelier Victoria in jersey to my mother, as she gave her a a lovely card to my ma and her family. My mother opened it and smirked, or even frowned, Aha yes, the newest girl who loves my choochofricatto of a boy from afar. Don’t keep them close, she said, in Italian, with a fake concern as again every Italian is always on stage. See, she said to me in Calabese tongue, You might get laid with that worthless dick of yours, as yes she does talk to me this way, mother to son, she never having bought into that bullshit  Italian motherhood crap one sees of cable television between the Jew jokes and the meanness, but like Shakespeare, its sounds better in the original Italian.

It would be nice she said, almost lording me to send a few bucks to her back, if I was too actually find a girlfriend who liked me enough to stay put. Ma, I said, Shes working in Manhattan now, a real success, I said, she doesn’t need sent out cash…Send her something, she deemed, I say, don’t let this one go into the dusts and the either’s, she demands, as she fears me becoming one of those idiots in towers sending out poison penned letters to Rachel Maddow as a past time. My mother sill believes I can find that belladonna my father wished for me, alas he told me to beware blond cunts just as he told me to beware democrats verisimilitude reasons. But reading the paper she sneered and was upset. There was the Jedediah Leland like postage stamp ochre picture  of the dyspeptic constipated sissy closet everything George Will in the paper, as he thinks amusingly or not so much for a graduate of Oxbrdge, as  that was the chapel where Giordano Bruno imagination creator of modern science as even Neil Dyson said, was booed and chuckled at hectored  so much that to keep face the shitty stinking worthless cheater faggot Synod silly smarmy college of cardinals had Bruno killed and dismembered and burnt to death for saying that the universe was infinite until it would fall in on itself and wise itself clean, an I am the number 4 speech of Kemeter sued in Italian literate ness, not too demean anything the Italian genius has created as  mere pompous literature,  which if sued now by anyone will surely get you a one star on Amazon, after you as I DID won one of their contests, unknown to bleeding cool hacks and sissys, which to me was ironically lovely. She, seeing him try to scrutiny back to his part, trying to remember his lines, send in the clowns, no one is there, ladies who lunch Sondheim bullshit, My mother wacked the page with old lady witch-like aplomb and said, Oh, no more from you , cretiino, strego, disgraziatio, …she searched for the word, tu…efimmiatto , that is  the perfect word, she said, Go sell your milk, again I don’t know what that means except in Italian it means go sell your milk, …?...I think it means go peddle your papers, literally now, huh, go away she said, and go take it up our ass as she, the  old mother was not as against faggots as her equal number in the suburbs always have been, thus why they as they do all go overboard in trying to convince if not me, themselves that this is a nation of pure decency, as Michael Medved WOULD SAY AND KNOW, without reservation, and that the only person who recalls the day that a Moscone was killed and a fag died as martyr to coming gay palimony, and a wicked witch of a senator was due to walk in wings flying and husband double billing, well that’s just a stooge in the wings of empire scratching out dirty words, as I have been called lately,  in a  few asbestos for words websites  in which we all feel so self righteous and wonderful. Oh sorry does my looking askance at the nation that gave us Hogan’s heroes and Aderbal and had to get coach off of a team they had juts won a national championship with lest Jews in the morning have to keep brining up that unpaid niggers were given the equitant of LSD, a fake version synthetic heroin, snits everything in America, handing out  slices of Mary Jane, does recalling this all mean I cant sing carols at Michael Medveds Christmas pageant…? . He as on the radio I heard him  standing up for the crucible or some such thing as I always thought he, Samantha Bee, Carlos the jackal and Kellogg’s all faltering after a bulleted half hearted love fest, being on the same sad side  was death to that side, but then I am a hapless romantic, or at least that’s what Face book says.

Reining in pages of my comics to sent out, found out one can just send from staples and all from there and avoid the strange art deco grand central ish post office adorned  from little Chicago days of boom time and aluminum bounty, now gone. United States, the giant book I studied as Virgil says to find a  book and imbibe it, I just unlike beloved Arabs don’t add parts where really I want to do is kill people,  the book itself  near Virgil and the monster society of evil falls to the ground,  in an effect I have noted before called Rhaposomancy. It like Virgil it appears to echo, falls open on the famous essay on John Horne Burns and his once vaunted book, the Gallery, which maybe attempted to note as Father Gore  said that the soldiers in Naples in which it depicts without naked and dead Harvard bloodless ness and aftermath so scarily a given for an engineering student, was at first admired as barbarians from Caesar to JRR have been aping the Italians methods in more ways than one, even the dreaded JK, Kelley girl to wizards, said she had a rich panoply of myths to barrow from, as Brittan was conquered by everyone,  which is strange as the land of Lewis, CS NOT Jerry who I revere much, was always making a point like Sparta it was never invaded, but merely lost die to a  land grab and a bank magic like Israel or Persia. Allowed to be called an empire by the Jew York Times, and without caveat or reservation, or at least they’d like you to always think it so. The book fell down and opened in a way I believe is called spining, to the pages of a short essay about The Gallery, what Gore calls the best of the ww2 novels, much better than as I said, those who like Butchers and grocers cataloged the naked and the dead with a dispassionate grimmest eye for detail, easily those grafted atop all. This was the book about a Irish catholic soldier consorted by the mezzagaorno of the graft, the Byzantium of the west, the Italian Baghdad, Naples, which I have made into an Oz in my own books. It was too about how Burns was ruined by those days in that apostolic sun, how he was turn asunder  by critics for daring to have written that ,as Gore implied that the ever so wonderful and decent American soldier was a thousandth invader to the kingdom by the sea in that original middle earth, and how a gross barbarian came to find the life and love and joy an life on ways that the Italians have never tried to keep from others as you all always have, which makers the kennesate and their horrid scions hatred of Trump all  the more laughable as again it wasnt me who went on television after nine eleven and cried like  schoolgirl about how those dirty Arabs bastards didn’t take down the colossus and the golden door she , or better it, lifts its tawdry French red district lamp light at the attached by 400 clerks of empire when need be and unvoiced on a catholic holiday called the feast of saint Claire , which I wont forget, no matter how shameless  you all get ever, or the locks thereof.

A little before the 5th it seems, I received a missive from the website to which I had sent my terse sonnets on Halloween movies, as the search terms seems to the term Halloween movies to  my name has been attached, as a shorthand examining who is looking me up  and why. They sent me an email about just that as in little more then six weeks went from being thoroughly defamed and dismissed by a movie website for my ideals about how much I loved chiller theater and Chilly Billy and his humanoids and sci fi and who I seemed to get Rodger Corman and mainly  Romero in ways un-understood purposefully now, I recovered my answer from the other website who had seen this bad verses and its double meaning to a hag who was sundering out thugs to beat up Cinnas left and right, ah but Roman Tony could have warned you, your heart wasn’t in it, no one likes the dear savage queen of tarts, and thus, her fetishism wasn’t strong enough to make it to fascisms, at all,  her ropes was made out a cheap shinny talebearer cloth, as opposed to good republican cloth coat she tried so in vain to recreate , and so, now I had it after all that, my answer from these people. Anthony, it started, thankful I as it didn’t have a Zoetrope like hip and hep and with it Goober says Hey. We, the site, enjoyed your submission very much, they said, and were delighted by the level of artistry with it. And…we though admiring your scope and ambition , and how much work and thought you have obviously packed in this, still, we cant at this time cause our site to be connected to or with Roman Mythology. Not that we didn’t like it or don’t appreciate it, we wonder too,  how it is that the people who made some of the best films in history would be so eagerly and openly demeaned and despaired by the film communitayyyyy, you have brought up a great point in your writings, which we have gone over as it was hard too not give in to wanting to see what youd would do with what little resources we have, but we kept getting feedback that  this script was far field if what we would do, like a Pi, if you have seen it, up against a bunch of zombie movies. [ my emphasis’s. I  thought they meant some movie where some Sabu house boy is on a barge with some tiger, but my sister tells me Pi is a film by Darren Aronofsky,  about a man obsessed with 3.14]. And we do hope that you get this Bad Verses explanation of your piece, a piece that caused at least some consternation among our devotees, and we wish the best for you and this and hope that you’d get it made. This actually worked out well, the last six weeks or so, as I did get this read and put up and almost got this film made, but kind of had a a feeling that a site that loved guerrilla movies so would see something out of hand and misplaced about a filming script which at least now is getting some tractions better than when it was summarily hurled off project green lights and Zoetrope’s in mid spasms of minstrelsy, when and before youd all be so Samantha Bee and nigger Jimie about your scansions when you were still so willing to laugh and hurl fat jokes at the patrons girl falling out of the closets, breasts first like the plays Augustus and you school marms all hate as too satirical  and too alive, ouch, the Roman stuff does give me a leg up on you no…? As you hate all Romans satire especially when jewey jonnie can sue a name barely recalled, but Romantic enough to make his fag jokes made at the expense of the senates Nance,  to be seen as some sort  of literary device and thus sanitized by the fat co eds and the over fed Jewish in laws and the  Wills who did get caught dead being all on the same side. I appreciated this from this man, I d been dealing with a girl most of the time from there and was glad I finally got to speak to or from some man who was in supervision and thus was in charge. What…? No, they were all very nice, and I appreciated the second bite at that Calzone. Still I said thanking them in email back, that I would have liked to have gotten that as a chance as I think even with a Franciscan cupboard I could have pulled it off. Oh, the man said back, we gained a real admiration  for your views Tony, he said, We know you would, that wasn’t the problem, and your talents, recalled someone has to be able to give the Italians their due and their decency, but they aren’t sure it could be them, is all, which I  said was fine with me, I too take the compliments often in lue of or as payment.

But the same day, a little while later, after a Wendy Fiore blamed upon, or somewhat responsible for virus attacking my lap top  that I wont go into yet or here, I got another email again showing the Janus like aspects of my Roman nature, as that too is something seen and expatiated by the clowns of empire as Father Gore called you all. Youd think my Jesuitical ying and yang wouldn’t be as upsetting to the satirists, they are all satirists you know as get talking orders and matching points from the Praetorium. They who were somehow able to suck Barry the fairys dick, oh, come on I couldn’t have been the first student to hurl that epithet as this nudge, as somehow you are able to be two cocked enough too cry about slurs, you know, now that the Jersey Shores have been closed for repairs, and ninety cents out of every dollar going to the rich while the drones fly unabated. I got A LETTER  from some name I guess I WAS SUPPOSED TO RECOGNIZE, but I have my own problems and internet wars have never been high on my lists of recalling things, and the Jesuit taught me how to recall anything, its what I use to bother people forever as the little bitch studenti I remain. Always. My work it seems sent in at first appearance was merely paled in to show my being an anachronism, somehow a dinosaur, at 50 you relay have shown at least me some of your best sides all along, and again, shown me that the brothers were correct when they told me the rotten apples as like the niggers corpus dont fall far from the hanging tree. If my cartoons were sued at all by one their sites and one of these on line zines, oh Jesus really buy a stapler, I did, it was to show me as a thug I was told, who is this asshole I thought, haven’t the bowls started yet to give us a respite from the hacks of academia, and that my work was only shown to show me as a thug and brute and behind whatever times you thing youre in and whose in after all, as that got some nice reaction. Why is this faggot, Id lay book, bothering me on a precipice of a holiday I thought, after I had just been so nicely dismissed from people who wanted nothing to do with me, but like Leslie cant just leave it at that, cant just leave me be, as something is perpetual unsaid, literally and figuratively. I WAS placed in this on line zine, yuck again, as an example of how much a Neanderthal I am, which made me email back, careful kids, like Tony Kornheiser being reprimanded at espn , the sinkhole that started this miasma of decline, sue of the word Neanderthal for people can be seen itself as a slur, especially when handed to or hurled out  at an Italian as the dying afternoon yaks who miss their ethnic victims like Monica and Ritchie and never bother to make a moment of green laurel out of a tie or a leaf to make those seem all the more human and sad. As there is another word for that, as I am sure even then the low brows of the Neander valley hated whod become the Catholics like Barry’s grandma. Uh…ah the but he lied , you cant have a Jesuit joke without it…But its seems that we have gotten more views and reaction to your pages , CAPTAIN MAGNUS ON MARS, SEE ELSEWHERE, than we have from everything else we have posted here. Hehehehehehehehe….see I’m not the only one who fondly recalls Hal Foster as thesis pages were my Sunday best, and an attempt by me to compare to the Prince Valiant I adored as a kid. And what I thought is this silliness supposed to mean…, making a concerned fake face like Anderson Cooper does when a Negro is speaking. We didn’t think your work would be so….accepted, too much even by our readers, so we thought this would interest someone like you, --really you sanctimonious must eventually grapple with the idea that losing but using a Trojan horse and still losing is some sad dick Livia had, as you, as they said reeking of a caste system warned of to me back when I was a boy and the white girls got abortion pushed through to keep their bloodlines safe from Jews and coloreds they now had to pretend to like. You, they accused me, why am I reading this shit...?, seem too make a point you  are all about the getting of an audience, as you have said, blah blah blah,…again must I recounted the magic of Roman Tony…? I emailed back, with some choice words, to leave me alone, but whatever their intentions  that was their own problem, I couldn’t care less, Semper Fudge Kids, I don’t much care and resented it when people think I do, not at these prices, and if these fagots think I am changing  or taking out of my resume that line CAPTAIN MAGNUS ON MARS will be taken down or out, fergt it, its in there two lines before Bad verses being picked up by that other site and getting into the third round, as will place my having plead there proudly but not here as never want to make those who follow the rules of theses things feel bad when they win. Making people feel bad about things not only is petty and womanish, but will eventually come to bite you in the ass as they are learning at the dreaded Espn, and by now, no none are listening to fat blacks chicks who from the start never gave Dak and Zeke a fucking break, and still root for that house everything I cant stand, ready for his close up Russell boy, who is hated in the projects as you all on some level are. But then again last year in that post called Gun-shy, I pretty much agreed that the Cowboys would be back and that I saw a Saturnalia ghost come down in wise guy running suit and brillcreamed wings, Big Al, to sprinkle some fairy dusts and good fortune on us pirates and raidsah who had taken the brunt of sissy dissing too long. I am the auger, girls. As I will place the things I do for gals who reach out too me out of the blue. You accepted the pages I said, the eructation you got to your snide little smart remarks means nothing to me, I got it placed, which frankly is my only concern, as I have said before, it is my Roman ethic, my credo as Roman enough that I could make it embroidered on a purple flag of my own, in silk,  In creepy Latin, as the now dangling and dawdling Rachel said, as tried desperately like so many to exhale she was never much a lover of that Hill she was excepted to die on, certainly not if it costs a dime, I mean again even he doesn’t seem married to it, so it is my Roman affectation made verbal and whole, and what no one seems to really get, as they double book and triple bill and save the aces up their sleeves, This is not my country, this is not my augment, this is not my warfare, this is not my pad, this is not my ….as here is nothing left to say right now, to explain this, only that This is not my wall. 


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