WOPSKIN.

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ALL I WANTED FOR SATURNALIA SINCE MISS JANUARY 1981.

In a cartoon I have actually sold and gotten published in a literary review, I had a smartass but gorgeous playboy bunny based an boyhoods godess pinup Patricia Fairenelli, say in my brite doc matrins inks, it's funny when the white trash and decent fat chicks andphoneys come up with all these history monthes as I guess the joke is that during a decline and fall every month is Roman history month.And she talking to a man I made out of an old Mort Drucker of Zero, dressed as Plautus.

As spent October wondering if such honest and decent white barbarian blooded people which cry each fall, hahaha, for the Noble savages if what my pop called Coulumbus' mistake, i wonder if they've everthought of The Etruscans once in their lives...Cause I saw admired much by me filmmaker Speilbergh making Romei and Juil---Im sorry, West side story and wasn't shocked already there is talk of cultural appropriation, and him being unable to tell an Italian story as well as William or Lenny could, and I thought if I were him, I'd have gone to the orginal book of it,two Italian mob families then an Italian andva Jewish girl both stories infioming the music if Bernstein if liked it not, as thought again if my father telling me when the original with adored Rita Moreno , Jimmy Rockford's call girl buddy, was on, he said leave it to these creeps to retell Romeo and Juilette, and again take the wops out. In one year that goon in New York, Big Bird who had to shovel through the fall of Constantinople as sone negro promises Mom's they'll be no wayward negros driving through Christmas Parades when he gets his sash, that last year he was boxing up statues of Columbus, but suddenly walked in this years upsetting to wholesome white womens parade.

Seeing the reviews of House of Gucci, the returned Sopranis, Once Basile princess Selma as a wonder girl that Jack always hated, and the tally in Bergan county, and thus dying old course haunting home to Sleepy hallow on a lost Halloween rainy night, I can say once again, Roman Tony beloved by nuns,wasn't shocked.as it has come to pass that more people have died if this and obvoiusly will in our age if old man blunder, as the angel of death as I called him during Iranamuck in the Doug Hierth show a local Ling John Necille in 1988 when he spoke if Biland amendments not being Law, perse, and it's telling because he can't really see with his bloodshot eyes behind shades in autumn that he's been wearing since aming for the schoolyards after being the Merk Consiglieri who stood in the way if Hillary care thinking it would destroy that show off you, like actually read Sallust. Cause Cousin Bill, bubba ho tep, would know at first the name Cattiline like Trump was a irritant to Cicero, but then it became a war cry against him. But then Sallust isnt my forth favorite book.

Still shocked, or maybe not the goons of empire placed a corpse as pope,then saw the Doge himself fall I'll, didn't we all, I went from the italic sunniness of a plannedemic Decameron to the cold depths if sludge mirroring the fall off at least a republic, that which Biddy is incarnate, and in sansabelt pants. The works of mine were only a few this year as this goon old coot, cheerleader for Governor Raygun's squads and storm trippers during Chowilla, as I tell all in publishing look it all up and haven't heard anything since, a dowerness entered my writing, as cretins and Hillary hags are left in the detirius of their crumbling Deterorata.I mention that as wonder what childhood hero Mister Mike would think if this crud and it's again, old hero would so think now. So have done only four essays this year, but again do better as an artist and did want to thank for kind words, but alas have gotten the story published as a Heavy Metal like Comic, as could be a real butch and say I know what I'm doing, but just went with a gut reaction to illestrate my Decameron.So take you up on your offer, real or not, to send in more work, as show some essay and art works done as much against Buddy and his people who limp as anything, as I must say Trump was a better everything than this segregationist. Allbi needed to know about politics I learned from Plautus, as Niccolo said, and I warned Biden had spear carrier written all over him, and isn't that ironic since he was such a proponent of segrigation.

I have an entire year long essay, one long one, taken in whole, from January riots to the bleeech of Fall. It begins with Paddywacked, Beat the devil was last year. It's a cold night watching old men watch a corpse interred behind chicken wire, and the ghost of Johnny Carson and Gore Vidal that very night making a Uncle milty Joke about the fact the new President,the one Steverino danced on the Graves of Nana's for that in fact Joe Biden then supposedly a nothing as Aureulian Billie the kid thought, had to actually steal from the host of Texaco star theater.As as I said as the gumbas thought there was gold in Jews screaming and schmeing about riots they had fomented all year, that through the increasingly incompetent year, I had said wake me for the Oersiids and a free days after my birthday well, look what happened as once again Uncle Hose was had and having again in Lights in August.Then, a dream of Being Paddy or thinking about a desheveled La Scala.Then shmaltz sickening my less the Kosher stomach. And finally Patria, to say what was really awful about a television city vasectimied sanctimony and how you'd all day pay out of your fixed noses as recalled that j was offered a scholarship from Stanford over a piece I wrote about Welles. And how if I could would make a ganster or a Roman film and date cast it with all Italians seen as brilliant once by a Jesuit scholar and handed to a Stanford Provost,and then called bigotted by some white chicks who was soooob upset that marrying a rapist was in the end worth nothing.My Romans called it Aftermath. Well, I read Caesar in Gaul, even if your operator queen avioded that like he did most all books, so was ready about these awful times if poly sci as homiley, as unlike last year, I was not only right about the Persiids when all it came down, but Shady groves I'd say is closed, and no gals in publishing are tell me that I not only got them to watch That girl, some sadly told me they walked across the street before the Segrams building during sequestration, and skipped across the locked doors like it was still the age of Capote, but before he and we went through stagflation the first time. Brother Bill may be dying, but sadly I feel fine.

Getting nice regards from some , still it's hollow to be now, as more than money want the resume linesThus this is the ruination that knew would come back in Nova Romae. This is the dutchy a hag cvnt named Dworkin dreamed of and strange bedfellows is Machiavelli translated into Polish. To sound like father Gore to cancel a culture presupposes that you had one and like #metoo having avoided Roethlisberger but spit at Steven Sondhiems grave as they did Calvino, well I know that hags and fat women when I was 15, yelled about Penthouse Pets and was told as a young cartoonist they were paid to do so by Hefner. As I've saved the year.

SATURNALIA IN HAVANNA.

This is a piece about Italian Folktales in a nation that seems more willing to make Italians into a crime minstrel show than even allowed sight of the one sailor who more than anything has been hated by Italian doges or making the church of all  people look like the lying molesters we now know that Machiavelli and Boccaccio was right , and they always have been. I am an Italian, second generation epileptic, Jesuit student if that means anything as I'm sure none of those things check off boxes that you all use to somehow make this sewage be acceptable to the sanctimonious coloreds and white girls of morning television shows and the J Fred Muggs within them. my MOTHER bless her, warned me of the way some people are so stupid they become diabolical by default. 

As we are in such as that, as I thought the cooning and ho deed dooing Caesar and the mouth-breather mongoloid in the Piazza was bad enough, I have been on detera against that and, am making sure to count how long before like dancing Palestinians with Italian and brunette girls and never blonds, they disappear, but as bad as that was, I have now amazingly seen worse. So, as admired Jenny the dead pan girl says, As a dying old coot shows the diabolical aspects of killing all the Italian grandmothers to get a goon languish at 34 percent, admitted to the moment the porcine Prince of shady greens started to think he was being poisoned in Shady Groves,as a sharper brother knew the moment he shared his less admired doge was sick as a dog. Truth is a weapon the Jesuits warned me, and Machiavellian-ism as a shield not a spear. And my brother knew that Roman Bill, he would move hell if he had to to make sure this goon wanting cretin, Brother Savonarola to the end, would get so much as couch more than he would. I love when things go Decameron, all I’ve been saying all along. But now see a true vein of infernal ideology sent out by the soundly sacrosanct Jews and their in laws and the goons of the empire who I have never admired. 

But seeing my new swan, #lindsayellis seem actually upset that the ostentatious liberal hags in fact, don't die with who they ride, a line about the digest of Roman law by Justinian that Jesuit boys like me knew was a first constitution, and superior to anything and any conscript father they can make dance and prance on Broadway. But, after the year you gave Italian American nannas and old ladies who were once raped with impunity and told did they say anything about the Johnny Shnecks you've made triumphant now, dears, as my mom called the car salesman and the white trash unsaved tigers, that in a year where there is no war on Christmas and in fact, Saturnalia began earlier this year than ever before, there is a toxic spill of commercials amazingly either tin eared or just salt ground in the wound. As amazingly, to show one unread grandma after the next, in these cloying, saccharine, schmaltz dripping adverts, as unvaxed moon eyed creeps are made to pay nothing for a Godel policy suddenly unheeded, that one commercial after another showed a grandma after another seems angry impetuous,  losing the room, even for this done cockeyed crowd. But then, I'm not the one was was shocked , like house coons who can play Caesar as opposed to the Dick Burton and Marlon's who played Romans when i was a boy, on the CNN porch , unruly barking at one time Bush brownies, were shocked to know that somehow had like Nixon said of China, worse than that, somebody is losing New Jersey. 

For the second time this year I have had problems with a Saturnalia Angel I did, as Audrey a Jewish neurologist who helped me through juvenile epilepsy, I did with a flair of copying someone else with not being slavish at it, but making a new work of art out of something already seen. She was impressed that I took an image of Michelangelo as the only one writing in the school of Athens, and redraw it in my own style, and can not find even a xerox of that to send out. Also, an angel made by me from a copy of beloved Sergio Toppi, and, as Paar for the course, can't find that again either. So took out a box of old ornaments for ,atop a can of salted sardines bought when ma was still here and unmade and still in the bright blue labeled tin, imported from Italian as much as anything Macedonia, as Ma hated the wops who were mobbed up importer sets and Trusted the Greeks more, sadly, my beginning a Roman festival, as read that masterwork early on before , to Bill’s chagrin, I'm sure, Biden and his acclimates, now no where to be seen, called their Triomphi death holiday, and the last way this coot could get into the washrooms of the preatorum.

I asked my brother to go to the Staples and scan it all, or at least get the previous Saturnalia Angela made larger and color copied. There, he charged him for the scans and copies and then didn't do either, earlier today. So he raced back and demanded his recompense. A gal there saw this,  and took the bundle of drawings and said to him, Give me twenty minutes, Hun, and I'll get these done fer you.As I was alas too addled by women and too willing to be a chump for broads, just for brunettes and not the blond hags both my father and Ma were suspicious of all going.

As it has been since I was a boy women gravitate to my elder brother as alas they do not do to me , but outside if a few of them, he like Roman Bill, who he dismisses as a schoolyard Jesuit, if not worse,  it's never really gotten under my skin and too my father warned me how women at that point were willing to use wop like me as they had their talons and teeth ready for Fredos other and Dumber than me.Because we are in the thrall of a good who had to buy term papers and is so venial he had to wait until he was freed from the spectacle of riots, no Republicans 'nsurrectuon, the colireds just riot, Kemodabi, and old coot Bidey had to wait until sundown to tell all that the baby faced Nelson he called a white supremacist, waited until the straggling negroes were shooed away, and once again the idiot who thinks he's Spinoza covered himself in a off Broadway play everyone has by now walked out of long ago. 

These are wonderful pieces, she said flirting with him, he told me, as he had to say You don't think I drew these penthouse pin ups and angels do you, …? As he asked her. Well, who did…?, she asked. My little brother did them, he added, as at fifty something I am still his little brother. Yeah...You certainly don't seem the artist type...she said,he said smiling at him over the xeroxgraphy, and my colorful HP inked circus girls, printed on thick card stock paper. 

I took out the box and the small velvet wearing angel, noticing again no war on Saturnalia this year by the hags and the perverts,as its been a sad year without Cattiline, just like in Salieri's opera, and boy do they hate that!, as this Saturday evening , the kind when satire bleeds, the bowling ball network has admitted at 69 percent of plebs feel cheated and would vote and almost yearn for Trump to return. Boy a woman could see where this is headed, no fooling, an actual woman could see where this goes, I guess leaving the hags if General election out if things. I found the bag holding the last ornamental that  I bought the year I was in art school when my father died. And there are some red Xmas balls that still have the paper clips I used that last dadded Xmas, and I could see the small creation bits of a gifted oil pastel tray, its crumbs that had attached to the bag since the last time I used the wreath-less girl. It was then that  I turned against cartooning with a vengeance, as thought it was somehow beneath me. 

And now I realized,  as dust off the collected dusts of Saturnalia, we place it on the tree already up. I think about drawing or redrawing my Saturnalia angel as the house hold goddess that informs the Christmas that priests and Lutherans and some vicious nuns who I  hated and haven't liked, but now we know as i implied then as a smart ass, we are aware of the little kids that were raped back then in hidden rectories, if not the old ladies who died because Cuomo the younger, backed the wrong dead horse. I think, should I remake the angel, if only for the always wanted credit on a resume  and then, I  think against it.