SATURNALIA ROMANSPLAINED 3. LATIN AS HONOR.
And I get the feeling that openly avoiding face book as I have except to thank buddies for likes, the pro Hillary pages have dwindled down to a numb, oh I could have told you every of that fat jewfish yentas revolutions end up not with a David painting or even as Leopard waving a tripartite fag but as all such things do, with him going-over the bill asking who ordered the roast beef and who had three diet cokes. But as the Roman goddesses shall always hate and smite and call a cunt who spent the year hating wonder woman and shaming people to vote for a cow who with her ghetto Maureen Dowdy invested selling her winnings in Monica as the dumb brunette, ouch, that wasnt going to fly, still, if I were all of you and on command barking out true conspiracy, meaning that you all breathe at the same rate, look it up, its in my Roman Blood, If I were you Id keep an eye out for the roman schoolboy, and keep tabs in what’s he’s up to. Am I to always believe that Bill Clinton was just so incompetent and such a non Niccolo or the Prince translated into polish that if he really wanted his wife to win it would have been this hard and that a ninny Negro and a first time plutocrat could beat her if he didn’t want them to…? SHIT Niggers, you’ve been droned. But keep an eye out for Roman Bill as I warn you here, only for the credit and the alters pride, better keep an eye out for him. As I said this Romanism isn’t affectation, why you cant figure it out and I wasn’t the one who smeared your queens face into bed sheets dripping with other woman’s cum for forty years, again you want Juvenal, not my favorite, but hell, ill do it, as those queers you can openly demean on comedy channels as opposed to terrorists, well, they loved that bitch. I didn’t trash her over and over, no our living charier from the satiricon did that, husband of the year did that, gets everything he wants did that. As a nice enough person told me, Tony don’t bother sending us the essay of the cartoon I printed, as the anti Trump stuff didn’t come through, as it seems as in all things, Soresis pledge isn’t worth the papers isn’t written on, but they were nice enough and have this year extended my circle of friends more than Id ever thought. Juts I warn as fellow Roman didn’t think that Bilbo will be sitting back and taking it ah the Plautus keeps coming, or cumming, see,…? Don’t think our Roman schoolboy who I tired of and hope a cent ani life at his farm and leave us all be, and have some dignity and don’t go from being Dr. Sivana or Black Adam, I got a like once for that analogy , its all Romans and cartoons with me anyway, go home to your brunettes, to your farm I say this with the admiration of a fellow brethren of sorts, go home and leave your misusus to stew in her underground dungeon with some mss Tesmacher or Beautia not worth the name. I waited all week to watch the Lucy show, thinking it was going to be the greatest female comedy team of all time, Lucy and Viv and all the days it was Lucy post Ricky, post Viv, awful, and think, like Laverne and Shirley this is how this ends, as with the two broke Girls wouldn't be shocked if the blond one my mother cant tolerate will push the Vivian Vance of our time, Kat out and just start mugging away with no one there to drag her back in off the ledge.
This was the year I did rather well but again when the Clintons are doing badly all their paid demijohns openly have as bad a year as they, excepting something tells me don’t ask them for a loan. I got much made and done, but still didn’t get the best stuff done out, as with Star Boy, the tales of the gracious Knights and other things didn’t get through alas I asked a gal looking for an Alan Moore like retelling of English myths of cosure, Id do it, don’t think she was impressed that I like he like Emilio Salagari and my mothers adored pirates myths, but of course we Italians are the enlisted noble savages allowed yet, As but haven’t heard back as I take it my cartoon of a similar creature to JRR Tolkine being burned to death by Italic sprites didn’t go over as funny as I thought it was. I say he deserved that floating stone in Ariosto to land on him. To us schoolboys, The republic is all, happy saturnalia kids, on the seventeenth I write this, as the roman gods wont allowed Michael Medvade and Rachel Maddow to be on that same side, it cant be done, it wont be done, it shant be done. And so, don’t think my man Roman Bill is nearing that mausoleum as Caesar called that dying senate once glorious and now just a bankers holiday, don’t think my man Roman Bill will detour the res publica for a wife he couldn’t stop publicly shaming so much I wondered if it was like fat boys and their cruelty to animals. Beware the Dog as Petronius alerted, huns, be ware the porch dog, as our blood approves and misses are a better fate than widows, its all gut level, we just have better guts than you. Don’t think Bill will enter that mausoleum and in sack cloth and hoo rahs and love of christer death and bought cardinal votes, no way, as he wouldn’t be caught dead being another Sulla, as Boiiney signs the deed, but being Mrs. Sulla is out doc, out. You can be as I SAID TO my buddy Jewey Jonnie, you can be