14 February 2018


I WAS told line of the year according to one  unmarried girl who accepted my drawings, it isn’t really His-story or her- story  Ive known as an Italian since 1972, its Their-story...There is a joyousness in me that some of the wops of the A  Bigger Check Commedia dell arte are falling to bits over, of all people , a hag in a crime family, a dreaded nurse,who once made a soprano  tape with Mel Profit, no less, to again always show off to that hillbilly nation they were sure America always was. I am glad toseefat tub of shit like Joy Behar having to be go louder  and faster,  as she seems to know, worthy of a brun helda costume ,La Boheim an has always been beyond her, and dear mole man De nero are  crumbled as would make my stoic father actually smile and laugh as Captain Marvel did all that while ago.

Oh did you dumb wops think that you  were actually going to trash the great Prairiea, the way you did with our own hated fathers race...? Did you dumb fucking wops actually think that...? Shit...I  have been recalling when a large white nun  who looked lile Rachel Maddow ,you know, SHULTZUE!, who took an interest me as a future Jesuit sort, signed me of to go to young Jesuit hoe downs, like where id meet Dick Thornbergh, Jody Powell, Ham Jordan, Dick Caligeri, we weren’t  all Dick Wolfe spear chuckers then, how i met Jimmy Carter as he came through town at the sons of Italia,,both  no longer there and these feral weeds that Daphne the queen has allowed much of his base to fall back to, and shook  his hand noticing how he smelled of Brut or something like it and had bluer eyes than any polish girl l ever did ever knew. I was demeaned for saying then that in the age of its a bird its a  plane its Superman...!and Barney miller then juts on ABC, as things would get  worse, hed be the next president  by some blodn boy loving fatso teacher named Mr Bianco, who was as a good demacorcat, meaning he was a Kennedy man and thus a comapay wop as pop called him,  all the  way, yeah good luck with that, old man I said, you really then should have left  Nixon alone with the rites of your decency, it was already spreading on to me than, shouldn’t have laid it so thick , if you thought that pig was getting in, which sued him to slap me in the face playfully, or not so much, yes, but then by 1980 the third  brother was still nothing but a senator of ghosts,  with the occasional rape thrown in. My father  when heard this was quite upset ,but did nothing, certainly  not as the boat lift crowd constantly demanded things changed and re-changed  in ways i guess seen only by Hispanics and Jews now, knowing that this Bianco was nothing more than a laborer actually under him at Alcoa, but did ask his aged old  country friend, old Patsy, cousin of Manderino, to make sure that  this fat blond boy wooer understood if he ever touched his uncles kid again, he’d be lost somewhere in the tin that  was making a Greek in town a fortune, and which thus threw away demolished cars no never wondered  what was in. ah America America,that  Rome that never was,  and will never be again, as that Cadillac,  as Father Gore said, ran out of gas...see, again as the Auger,  you destroy TRUMP AND BELIEVE me you better go to Assisi to find the next praetor, cause outside of two crime families who seethe for power like cartoons villains, no body will take those ruins...but then, when a boy saw the liberals queens of the church saying after Nixon, that the democrats would be in  power for  thirty years and my father shaking his fedored Abe Vigoda like head, and saying seeeesh in  Italian, are these queers in for it...

I THINK BACK TO THOSE IMPERIAL GOLDEN AGE DAYS, and how I couldn’t do it...knowing the Barry the fairie sorts, and even Ovid loving Billbos that were out there, i couldn’t go through with it, disappointing my father, again,but not  so much he made me not, or made me do anything, as knew when one’s heart isn’t in it, it isn’t worth doing. It made me laugh to see Barry paid back by having an official picture made of him still in weeds like a sharecropper, A soldiers story and Adolph Caesar comes to mind,  if not a worse queer joke by the Isis broad in that, as they made Barry the Daphne as she did, but then see the sly slur inculcated in me  were thanks to queer priests  long dead. SISTER Matilda ,from another school no less, made me sign up for these young shyster setups, where i’d meet Tribe and Ogletree types, so believe me I’ve seen the Oba-AMA apple polisher before, and they were always hated, showing again what  a hole Aids blew in the side of side empire.

Id be there in a Saturday morning,  and had no desire to go to any war games recreations against ninnies with four colored pens  and sheet protetors and overhead projector slides, ala Jackie  Vernon ,...here we are the end of the golden age...as was loved by the Jesuits, and not in the sissy boy way that gets you on 2020 or makes you lawyer up for a settlement suddenly  from  Rome, which were never there when it was just  Italian boys they raptured. If had one of your stinking bible believing wops place a snide comment here, Jew-venal, and Id be stuck there listening to this shit,until just had enough and said that day I refuse to some cunt in ovo telling us about when life begins, easier  for the senate  even  then to do that then, like, legislate, lest name the  planets again,and I said out loud I rrrrrrfffuuuusssse  to demean  myself by having to debate a girl.  Its funny because its true, like yur Sopranos so quickly gong into the vault they keep various Remises. This gits a laugh  I believe from Ogletree , as would just laugh at it sssssuooo when saw him try so hard to defeat, of all nudnicks, C. Thomas as basically  said to the cspam screen, encoya as my ma would say. I knew then the boy senator  from Delaware so soon after Iran contra had that ambition that is a grevious fault as he shit down every attempt made by that coon and his  women, these pigs in Simplicity patterns and flats , I knew Uncle Joe was destined for marble halls for  life, and a son who feared losing power more than hell. So am glad to  see the dumb wops my father disparaged and hated  so, painted by he as company men, honorable men, with honorable lives who look more scared by the day as only Bill knew how many Jesuits  can dance on the head of a subpoena amid where the spiders kept their nests.  I am convinced, no one brings up Marcus Aurelius to the fats chicks on television who eat candy bars and the clowns of mars unless they don’t have to, ...and like Tiger Woods, and unlike  a man unlike Ray Ray, when the muillgans and the halo goes away, you go away, boy-chick of empire. So,  be bedraggled  into this morass,one that alder boy emeritus Bill has been amazingly tardy too and even anywhere near, much like 3 am  every night of his marriage,  I am enjoying watching the hard sell ethics throwing the wops under their monorail at tomorrow land that  never came , as they deserve it so. As instead of another afternoon of  instead of a cartoons and a mod batman, a weekly shooting is joyously recorded by the  vi-seers  of a dying CBS, i watched  HSBLEUS,  and one of the oens written by my  Virgil, David Mamet, and the great Franz and his poetic sneers, again when wops  were still para-human, before thirty years of constant diminishment , which may not  work with them or Trump, as again, parrallell  liens of not lives convene. As poor wops thought every one  would be laughing WITH THEM AS USUAL, NOT THSI TIME, but as the nusn and the brothers   who warned me of you so long ago, not that sadly I could ever c are, don’t know why theres no god up in the sky...but see that  cunt Bahar as such  a wise-ass wop, such a yenta, such a dago bitch that the nuns so hated, alwmost as much as they hated blond chicks, hoooo hoooooo!, again, Parallel liens,  As recall when TV had people named Mamet and Neal Simon and Gore Vidal, as downloaded his brilliant Dark play with luminous E. MOMTGOMERY, Mortimer Adler and  Sam Peckinpah on it, as If I hated the Sopranos and Martin Scoreasy  why would I vote for the Bushes and the Clintons who, except 1, aren’t even that catholic about things, and whose blood wasn’t even detergent...?...Like my brother, a gal told me my Romantic admiration for Bill Clinton is a mistake,as he isn’t that anything, which i said, is sad, as without his copy of Ovid, we are all really fucked. Hey i dont spend 30 years trashing my fatehrs arce or buzz the ruins that you babarains left or anything that would get  me on a bigger check long enough to apologize when told, I wasnt doing any mime pr minstrel shows, I was drawing Camilla, and Hercules,  and i was reading Virgil. So, at night make small snack for me and my mentally challenged sister,no one wept for her, i recall, none called it the this word or that word when you were laughing at Fredo did you...? , as we recall the once glory days of the empire, as Ovidains do, and watch Will and Grace, and saw here, towards the end of that slog of a  run, as the queer jokes became  more notchy and the pretty brunette had to wear an industrial  strength pushup as give the suckers what they want ,i saw the faggot jerry helper made a Gore Vidal joke. Another Trope for the suite, everyone thinks liek Jews do, god knows...The man who writes the City and the Pillar and thus was blackballed by rags who know think they are the Cassius of now, again like with Ogletree, can laugh and say see Jesuit bitch i am, you can be Cassius, or Jack Paar boys, but seeing the pink slips starting to fall like Orson's romantic 1871 prairie snow, you cant be both. So on a day that like so much was kept despite its Roman, pagan, roots, I decided after a season without chicken, will attune to a new lent and not eat a can of meat kept here but instead  will eat some tuna,and start a new prayer vigil as recall that Turan was the Italian Venus, no not kidding,  and the  keeper of italic Valkyries, who  carried the noble off to Parnassus, again like so much demeaned and degraded to jews in a senate and gunman wops more devoted to AL AL FRANKEN THAN HE EVER WAS to anything in your Nobel past, as why would you be and break the chain...?

As the pretty Brunette who played Lois Lane in that musical version of superman when i w as a lad would be seen by me here in the fall, as the aging mistress of Wills father in that slop, but of curse, in Jew land, he had to with dying breath, have left her for sexless,cold water , dishwater blond again monster mother Miranda played for laughs hag who puts on the Smokey voice some affected  ice-queen named Blythe, what else...? , as thats what they call in TV trope land, But not too anything,and certain not like me.



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