BILL CLINTON IS DYING, AND I DON'T FEEL SO GOOD MY SELF...

25 MARCH 2022 

And, if any body understands fiascos its the crowd of thin lipped Bushie apparatchiks who are amazingly sanctimonious for a crew of patent leather Spartans who once bombed the museum the houses the oldest surviving literary masterwork called Gilgamesh, but then why am I bothering with some goon who did spit takes and fat jokes for power mad goons , the negro who I at least, if not CBS, recalls him caught on tape saying he had to use Russia to get reelected to do their bidding.

I say F you, I'm sure like when I was a kid my going to Georgetown was for me to somehow be a mob shyster as was said to my face, the brethren thought I was another Knutsler, I saw myself as Mad cartoonist, if you think that the mob sent Italians to law school, I'm sure that the Kremlin sent more. And white. Why is Joy Reid being asked to apologize as from the beginning I've noticed we didn't cry like this for Armenians or Checens...in fact a few days ago Hidden Bidding sent an amicus brief to put a teenager to death but then he was doing that when I was SOCIETY OF JESUS pre law not that long after fellow Jesuit student who read Sallyst...oh poor once Roman Bill there are never enough leaves are there...? Again chasing threads to send in pages of Decameron comics but none already on the posts, so downloaded Mad 121 with the Professionals satire as I have been doing my best Mort Drucker and can think of no better Wendy as the symbol than his Claudia Cardinale, as they don't exist no more.

I am on something of a tear to send out work as I sometimes get as so all the pretty nice maids of empire in a row all know in fact that I wasn't the one who sold my soul for a segregationist turd who as he always will gives the game away by telling us all that the next war in new Sparta is always right around the Doric column. So I could be a bitch and say that who was it who not only said Cuomo and brudder were doomed when mate night trash sucked his dick and kissed him in the lips , lips if again we are lucky, AND who was it who said there would be another war from this corpse addicted to death as Sister Barbra Ann warned me if when I was 10, that even as the dead soldiers were paraded in front if him, shirt pocket note praetor was looking at his watch, what was he Kate for...? waiting still for a fate that alludes to saving the tiger yet...oh that was Roman Antony. And now as Hillary is struck the way I figured Signor Fortuna, as your husband dear would, as she may pay as she might have had to all along, I can say, unlike dear Lewis Grizzard, I feel fine. As once again the old coot can't be trusted with shit as he wishes the poor doomed siege enginers well as will indeed send men to again find the holy Grail from third Rome and send men to die in a latest quagmire because you know he's a fuck up, I must say using the classical inflections hated by the Bush family and unmarried women that unlike Virgil, beloved by my father, the idea of the destiny of war isn't what it used to be.

Just like Christmas , seeing the great Johnny Carson when television meant something speak to Give Vidal and Give telling a non committal John that , to even middle of the road Johnny, guess who voted for the Reagan Buildup of I.7 trillion the age of Creation, to bolster the war machine, I this Lenten time saw Johnny Again by lackadaisical accident. 

 

 

And on these beguiling repeats was the great Everyman comic actor Richard Benjamin, a terrific actor if an ethnic dirt we don't see anymore. And he spoke of his wife, the wonderful , beloved by me as a kid, Paula Prentiss, she another archetype we don't see any more as the imagineers of the rat quad, Wally Wood memorial orgy all walk out over queer intentions, but never do when another Sopranos rolls off their assembly lines no matter what minstrel like show outlet makes one to nothing but delight. He was I. And, as it was Johnny's particular particular genius he got Richard to start talking about home life in a famous exchange, and how hot blooded Brunette Sicilian Paula was Oscar to his prissy Felix, and it was human and sweet and warm, and I thought if Laa and her I'll now invisible as latest night has become nothing more than berate crap sent out by someone who smirks with you and not at you. I felt badly as laughed as Johnny smartassed as evil Huck Finn got Richard Deeper and deeper, but I found them pretty Sicilian girl as a lovely Beatrice of sorts, that was quite cute and sweet as now we get smiling goons who thankfully will be stuck with a corpse who molders at thirty percent and I wonder as must find out what has happened to Paula Prentiss and if she hasn't died like so many Italian women in Cuomo's yellow wood, as can proudly say I don't have a show where I had to suck Condeleeza or Patreaus frontin’ dicks.

Oh look, while his Frankenstein monstrance, no apologies from this Herbert Anderson, yes, I know, Colbert is smirking with you, and not at you, will be a swell by marriage or mere want to to the bitterest end, My Moms beloved imperial clown, Jon Stewart, is out there on March steps of a power mausoleum, not always a best set, and is calling for a Spartan council to maybe give some duct-es not top the poor put upon blond children that queer Reasoners cry for…but unused to the Americans slobs who have suffered this perpetual electioneering seasons. It would always be Sunday before the election, as I warned, as Hillary was building a long Halloween, as said in The Christmas fog.

I said that I saw on the horizon, back when old coot Biden was wondering where the crows were coming from. Well, now the crows bring Hillary her need Theraflu, speaking of Oscar and Felix and one can only imagine what this hag, so on the rag anyway is like when she is doing the Death scene from Camille. But then, I warned back when , as the cartoon Clinstones in tattered Royal Blue played with his Bally Table king spinning lit ways with the cartoon of the brunette wife of the Nasty tennis pro whirring and buzzing. Make America great again…? Ask the wop goons on a bigger check, that may be a fools errand by now.

And in the next morning, I received another free gift from the New Yorker, the dead libretto of a dying Jersey shored Emerald citta that will never be again, and was told as a contributor, I received a dollar a week rate for their Cerfian rag. Now, my brother asked, What do you send them that they took that they keep sending you this crap….? I did buy him some coffers I got, like for National Enquirer back when, and Art magazines I've been in and Smithsonian, but he has a line at the New Yorker He can't pass. I don't blame him, as again, Capote is dead…etc. They keep sending me cartoons , like Id fine then funny, which i never do anymore, as said no Frontin nor snitching, from Roman me.

The world today at the New Yorker...? I still think it's La Cote Basque 1965 until further notice. Or as my beloved Gore had them at the New Yorker, pegged The police Gazette without the warmth.Do always remember though that Capote was shocked when after he basically told out issues of this rag for them with new journalism about Porgy and Bess in Russia and a farmland massacre that Mohave and that chapter of Answered Prayers was turned down because suddenly there were things they wouldn't let between the covers if that shit. I get still on regular intervals a contribution rate for This rag, at a dollar a week, and they keep sending me their rancid stupid cartoons, and my brother said if my cartoons if Joe DiMaggio aren't good enough for this dying relic of s dying city then my buck a week us no good too. Cause I heard that @hillaryclinton is Ill, seems Signora Fortuna is as upset as Ma implied, know your enemies dear, so like I've said I am the perfect Virgil for this inferno as the powerful die or just tear up from "pizza pie" boy they really don't make fascists like they used to huh...cause a piece I sent them called day 40 Druuna at Dawn, I spoke of Giovanni Boccachio's advise of root vegetables and Willow tree against the plague and was shamelessly pilloried for it ...now they are admitting that an Aspirin a day keeps Charon away, but I was fomenting bad information by repeating something out of the Decameron. Good luck Hillary dear, this is why there are plays written saying never let your enemies have power...pass the Tabasco, and nothing like ending a week of merciless Roman army treason trial with a special guest appearance of Anita Hill and the Georgetown Law faculty behind her , some who admired my anti Hate crimes thesis, who this goon in Poland gavel-ed out of order every chance he got. I also said... who else,...? That this bag man would find a way to war before a first bread loaf or circus went out, but what'd I know...?

 

Also not long after that, my brother got another letter for me in the mail, which is strange as I usually only get middlebrow come ons and envelopes to send back to Apaches left behind on frozen Eturrias. They, the Injuns, like the connections I have made between their plight and the first empire of Italy, Tuscany, but the white chicks who eat too many polyunsaturated fats thinking that sanctimony does a heart well, and it never ever does, are not so impressed by that. After six weeks or so , A left wing scurrilous press, –I'll take what I can get– has finished arguing over the AMERICAN DECAMERON, A bundle of pages i sent them, frankly happy that someone was accepting paper anymore and not just doing everything by Submitttbale. In the letter they were quite impressed, it wasn't as liberalism as they'd have thought, but they did enjoy the Bill Clinton pieces and Nova Roma, and Wendy as a Sybil was quite beguiling to them, as I have made my share of girls look her name up and they are not as demanding of her as say creepy white boys have been. Now, a third biggest liberal press in Seattle, God only knows what that means, they are impressed by my use of magic realism in the piece, as got a lot of dreary death knell stuff and a probably fatso woman is sure , you know, assuming against it, that nobody wants to read about Corona Virus nor politics anymore, but then she unified the both, showing again, an idiot is doomed by the caliber of idiots who carry him around on a Roman sedan isn't one…? She is a practicing witch, I am told, to show, again, the caliber of dimwits, as my brother always warns that I am dealing with, all along. But back to TAD, they were impressed,ALMOST SHOCKED, parts were quite well written, I was assured, parts are sloppy, but that can be rectified, etc…and as the third biggest liberal press, I was told that they were, are so impressed by my Cosmicomics and How to use Literature Boccaccio essays, were impressive, and so much so, that these socialists said that for a nominal fee of 1 grand, they will eagerly publish the book, as a perfect encapsulation of the plannedemic times. 

 

 

This is not as dismissed as it may sound, as after getting called a national Socialist over distaste of mine, had as a boy, over Hogan's Heroes, any admiration is accepted. And on the Saturday before the Academy awards, like so much I can recall when that meant something, before people willing to buy 15 dollar a gallon gas were fluffing it off because they drive a Jetsons rocket car or whatever, I remember when these things were important, before they started voting for a segregationist. I say as I am sure it will be a blackenalia not quite Raisin in the sun, which was a play I studied and bought and read and almost had a chance to do on an opportunity at an Italian variation of that, CBS Cable, my Mom kept the letter from the Cyclops for years,l as a kind of fuck off to all the gummani she hated, before that was taken over as a queer station where often divorced women had food fights, and walked away as I did so many times. As my mother told me when the Prince is a criminal, una Grimmadli, all the erst of us are constantly on report. So, I was still schooled when the black man in that same play, who was brilliant as a man not just cardboard cut out angry or coon who sat by the door infantile silly, or vicious, or anything like that, the woman who write that play had him at wits end, desperate and yet there was something about him which glowed with dignity, a dignify they don't like giving out unless the creeps can, of course, get their cut. When that man died I was amused at how little anyone seemed to care, and each day a drum beat happened over the quasi kill bIll-ian ends, a not quite Josher death of a smirking goon, see above, the third act of all bag men, who was on a TGIF warned over Brady Bunch, Jewish wet dream night mare, and who still was doing dirty jokes as a kind of whitey Redd Foxx. I was , as was my brother, amazed, but then what should shock us now that Mad Magazine and Norman Lear were either right or ignored about the caliber of men who were once against Busing...? 

 

 

I recall a father , for whom I feel nothing but grief and self loathing for that I didn't do the Prince Valiant he told me to take to the Valley News Dispatch, where a fellow union brethren got him free newsprint to bring to me to make my early Mad articles, I am plagued with disdain and hate and anger and resentments as recall him telling me that I shouldn't be involved in film, as they, he warned , do nothing but rape brunettes. I tore the letter apart, don't know why, but I didn't even look into it, as again there is something unseemly about those who use an icon of Alan Moore’s Guy Marx socialist revolutionary, who tells me they accept MasterCard and Bank America Card, even American Express and being published as a radical is only a swipe away. Like my beloved Gore Vidal I say, I don't need it…I have Diner’s Club. Sometimes I see the great Italian Actor, caught in chiller theater and other b movie trash just to be paid and stay an actor and be alive, …as to the first this and the first that that Jewish machers show their hearts literally on their cuff-linked sleeves, I say the first Italian woman to win best actress was Sophia, and the first actor was Ernie Borgnine, for the great Marty, and CBS is finding out Paddy's don't grow on trees. And so, beat that with a nickel plated statuette. This is An empire trapped in ice. 

 

 

It's been about a week, and I got either send more and some we enjoyed… etc, or out and out hatred from wicked people who made sure to tell me that their sanctimony is pure it is whole, as they did not vote for the segregationist who now had to pay someone on a supreme court, a smiling hag, willing to stand this close to the infected prince, and dear didactically make speak of segregation as broken. with this copse standing there in all his Floyd R Turbo charm of dimwitted stance, and Oh, who saw that coming…?, as payback for Anita Hill and god knows what else. I must ask, does Joe think he's Ulysses, when he might just be an empty horse…? But I rethought things and the woman who tole me because I said Beat that with a stick about the Oscars, and the first Italian to win being the Great Ernie Borginine for Marty. To me, a holy writ, especially now, and even in the days of a Vito Scotti childhood. The Oscars now, I said, owing on a decrepitude that Alan Carr's rather sweet, Petronius decadency, better than Tank McNamara leading us into yet another Asinine Asia war, but then it was a black mark against Trump that he read and liked Creation. Humatoma for everyone. Poor Allan, the lead in my first script, CANT STOP TEH BOOGIE, is a ghost that seems almost becoulic and Virgillian pastoral against this, I mean no one slugged Snow white, and she wasnt at the thing again, you know, unless you think of Chris Rock playing the part. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2H-rNHlsD3I&list=RD5_5KWJojhO4&index=6 So I can, as I have since fifth grade out do the fat bloated Guido and Gummadis at A BIGGER CHECK, and thinking of the Great Laura Nyro, and her crystalline Up on the roof and Stoney ends, I emailed back to this lit mag and said, don't bother, I take a pass, …don't do my work many favors, I've not been one of these people, and made a sign to ward away the Devil, who today was beating his wife as Ma said,when it was sunny while a incessant, Joe hating tempest won't seem to stop. I removed my connection with I think, the Winter in Pompey, as someone at the Jewey rags said that made them think, as if I care, resume or it didn't happen. So, as wait to go early to bed and watch my beloved Jimmy Rockford, my brother said don't do anything that makes you feel bad, not for these people, cause I never thought my mother was kidding, but on the anniversary of her death, Gummadi Nan seems to have been diddled by the fickle finger of fate, are they not all, a super-spreader at the Hippodrome, my brother just shakes his head at ,my calling shots like a dancer around this table, as it seems Trimalchio didn't trim the fat from less than Kosher Crows. Ouch. Take that satirists Jimmies, and I'll bet she didn't in-like me, read Gores brilliant THE TWELVE CAESARS, and I wouldn't put it past my mothers soul and heart mania winged girl to be shoving a ironic third act down their Psucking purple sashed throats. I did feel a kind of playing with fire attitude, and told this woman thanks but no thanks, as no one seems to believe me that I know what’s coming because my mother made me read Basile instead of Grimm's as a boy. Gee I wonder if we can get a hook up to see if your sister is crying about Gummadi Watermelons being ill, and seeming to live out her dago creed, to the bitter end, cause i said there were a lot of women who this cesspool raped and made smile through it, and anyone Italian who took the side of this goon will always pay, welcome to shady Graves... I mean Groves...Every so often to ply and link here as somehow I couldn't just use this blog which i got like for from Jon Stewart and Rachel and Keith, back when a black man was president and we weren't so circumspect, and why weren't we...too Jesuit studnet..? See, I said #repealandreplacecolbert and suddenly I had to an Italian watch what I said about two bit Paars. Bill reads through his already ready at a moments notice eulogies, as the elites are that vomitorium called their toilets,.... if kiss and love wont carry me, I love you so I always will....

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THIS PIECE, LIKE SOME, HAVE BEEN LATELY PUBLISHED AS FOOTNOTES IVE ESCHEWED SINCE I WAS FIFTEEN, HAVE BEEN TAKEN ON BY ME AGAIN,AS A SMEAR OF CLASS.