HEY THERE...YOU WITH THE STARS IN YOUR EYES...

 

30 JUNE 2023.

1.

In a book I read as a kid, about CBS, The power and the glory I think, by childhood hero like CC Beck, Gay Talese, I read the tale that said to me what television really was all abolition, conformation my fathers idea that it was little more than a electronic puppeteer alley, Fred Allen was indeed dead, but had yet to take that wholly to my boyish harted. Still convinced I was that I would BE A Paddy Chayefsky IN A MEDIUM, IF NOT A MESSAGE, IF NOT A VAST WASTELAND, that didn't want one of those anymore, Miss Rodgers.

I read that when he was gored, Tommy Smothers, still with boffo results, as the lingo goes and with higher revenues and ratings than even old stone fellow faced Ed SUUUULIIIIIVANNNNN, despite that, he was brought into the Black Rock haunt of the seducer of Happiest, and tweed Brazer-res we never forget the Suetonius of our youth fulled readings, Sister, and brought into this Boss of Bosses era wood paneling Ann Marie epoch office, with the hustle and bustle of the Persky Denoff magic kingdom of New Amsterdam outside, the Johnny lookalike, already distressed there by bloated Mad Magazines Network programmer of the year, I think there really was such an article done by more an more admired Rickard by me by the day, bloat swollen bloodstained sheets covered Jewish marcher CBS maven asked Tommy where the recipts were at. Johnny Tommy, shaker -satirist Smothered bothered was shocked by this and truly, despite being the brains of the operation as opposed to Dick, moms favorite, was lost at this. Did he think, always JEWISH TO A FAULT THAT MAYBE Tommy HAND HIS HAND IN Polyphemus' till of virgins and gold, useless to the cyclops, by life blood to Mister Payload, …? Tommy was lost, and asked what he meant, to which the then even aging, not too long after to while cancerous have an assault on his own private Sicily by senators including an always smiling, weather reincorporating man with hair plugs and teeth caps always ready for his closeup despite his bumbling over what he had just said, who were upset at the way the Mausoleum of Cronkite, no lisps here, had treated the great and powerful oz hislef, Reagan. What receipts Tommy asked, …? The ones the obviating Oblivious Jew screened out loud, That I should have gotten for all the free Time that the Democrats and liberals got on the then still number one Tiffany at Lunch that was still the haunt of Lucy, Gun smoke and of course, the good sheriff less tan less a face in the crowd as by then started phoneying it in, soon to be recalled by the lackluster moron from F troop, with Goober talking his star turn. Where he damned in full barker, unallwoed into the 21 club, the jokes on you its resurrected charms, Where is my money for all the free time that you and that messuggina Ver Shivized brother of yours with the folk music and the bad Rowan and Martin Act gave away to the fucking Democrats....? This was, of course, a specious argument, but not by much, as I think on some level the cigars store owner who had made one Columbia bullettiner part of the imperial golden boughs, named for his dear Mother, remember as Burgess said as the Penguin, a show passed on by the good and wholesome Comapnay man in all ways, as was Batman too, blond Jeanies bother him so, Barbara so young so fleshy, so voluptuous, bleeech, dey all got Mudders, boys...Therefore one can only guess what he, mister Pally would think of a goon from, cable, a swamp within a wasteland, taking over monotony television, but with knee jerk politics, with his malignant creed and his LCD lights of vainglorious alas hamming up, like a Maserati for a sixty year old, interrelated conflicts, what heed say from hell's heart, there was stories of rape and molesting various Mary Anne, a name itself now a slur amid the Bush help Whop-pie will associate with for food, over a goon who was now a pulling guard for a dying old coot rhino in cheap clothing who was once boffo himself when he allowed Oliver North to be in dress grays, and according to a mistimed repeat of Johnny make a deal to be interrogated never under oath, no more than four days, into a camera his people actually positioned to make him look like Tom Sawyer amid the Jews, and on and on and on...

 

 

Somehow as opposed to last year, I have done today with the acceptation of a letter sent more than the Johnny Depp reportage what was affixed to it, as certain distemper has come over the #Metoo -ers and the causally screeching women as he , like Ralph Kramden, CBS is our Delphi, placing out rumors he states about becoming traffic inspector, I have gotten an entire page of the divining resume complied before 1 July, something never done before. So take that cvnts, having to pretend they did or didn't vote for a segregationist before or until Hillary herself indeed plays out her Sunset Blvd creed, and mad like Norma glares and gesticulates to all those undesirables out in the darrrrrrrk, as I took as the loe point of your Biden misadventure for me, to eb c lled a Nazi Sympathizer, they brought back simp and collusion too, just like Hemingway, when who would byt the most dense think I Roman Antony, yes named for him, a mothers beloved Roman hero, who was indeed as I said as a boy the end of the republic. Here and there, was Octavian merely a Hen Pecked blow hard, perfectly played by the Blessed whose name his is, would ever care about these martinet Nazis played for laughs, though not the worst or last time. As showing again, like with the clanging nature of Jews and white trash Christers in conman cause, kill em all and let Yahway bury the babies, that when they were about to send Roald Dahl to the pulpers, well, you know on second thought, what is Antisemitism anwyays, after all since never liked by me ugly—like with Kirby, ugliness when not done with Jack Davis aplomb is disliked by more WALLY WOOD GORGEOUS WOMEN AND SPACE SHIPS LOVED BOYISH I,--childhood tragedies of candy makers with Handrians soul and giant peaches rancid with maggots and insects made with the voices of busty Italian WOMEN NEVER MUCH HEARD FROM NOW, AND WHOSE MILKY SKIN AND RED HAIR NEVER TO THE HOLLYWOOD CROWD meant she could not , as they said even then, Play Italian. We make a shitload of money at this Antarctica of classicism and English studies, I was told ten years ago, to ever even dane to publish anything so Romantic or anti thereof, to speak of yet another crew of coloreds the Etruscan, who were all civilized before even the noble savages of Germanium that roman senators and I, despite my fathers assurances that that writers father in law was in our Family palms, always got a bit ver shvitzed at.

But, I have today achieved with that acceptation of the bio and the cover letter and not A MIDSUMMER”s NIGHTS FAIRY CROSSING, acceptance in another LA THEMED MAGAZINE, which makes sesne, as earlire that night, I had a dream recalled in late night pissing shards of interrupting a dreams-cape, waiting for a bus, 1994 is indeed recalled much now, at the ruins of what is America and a handsome Cherokee type PI HERO, either Jimmy Rockford or his lookalike , and this really should have been made as it was billboard once, Max Bear Junior as the affable, well-favored. black haired big boy of Venture ways and Slossen cut offs. And a whole page was indeed done, quicker than ever was, showing again, AS I had sort of figured through, that no one was devoted to this cretin as in fact was he himself, as when you slip and fall that many times I start to wonder how many times a censors conscious doth makes lame ducks of them all, and I have to ask, what part of this perpetual disaster named Biden knows in his thereats, as Cicero would say, has anyone tread Sallust anymore, that he is an interloper and don't belong here and will, despite the white knuckles he has to show that impersonator, some inner instinct for survival that all killers have, what else is the point, like one of the child killers that Curia Television and its Sicilian fascist whom I cant stand, shows that some child killer from central casting head butts or some such think his attorney , and we take you friom that unhatched court proceedings to a cop who is being prostituted for cowardice in MACON COUNTY, big talk in the age of Biden and his Parker brothers law degree to be waved around for one deferment after the next, naming names and getting others in trouble, ...

 

 

In the last few days, amazingly, I have a page in which drawn cartoons and art, at which I've been on a tear of making, is equal to the additions of essays taken and published, which in this censoriousness age for the father of the Iran contra hearings is amusing to me, ...But then, again I had a feeling that any wave Biden thought was his was indeed the drawing and a stamp sold in boyhood era Mad in which Don martin shows a puddle of yellow piss in a voting booth, or a praetorium that now smells of puss and poly-dent and passed dick hole stones, as new Roma becomes indeed Urine-town, and the reason its a golden age is everything is yellow after all. But bird of a lethargy are eaten together in our Trimalchio nightmare, and the prissy sissy who god help him he loves war so, hed kiss the next corspe whow as spayed before him like a Patton, just alike a spartan, The one with a Peacock on his back, and that lesser tower inst what it sued to be eiather, as is aid when they started it all, red states and blue states that it would demand and dissolute American poliytics to a gerrymandered song of alderman's, and here we are,but what did I know, at 15. More than they would have liked I did. So, in late spring, in the days of the Alice Kramden of Parnassus, only Greek God with a thing for Roman dick and her backlog, back benched, ready for his close up son, Aeneas, Juno, or whatever the queers of Athens called her, in these less than august, less than pretty, less than even magazine days, as the great white north as it immolated not like when earth hating Trump was King, but then those were more and more salad days and no nobody went to jail for calling for his assassination as comedy, and why inst that by the way...?... maybe Jeb knows, or the Shadow, ..the vitreous queen who folios the trails of smoke and soot from one war after another in our as Father Goer called IT garrison state, NO ROME, THAT MAKES SENSE WHEN CHICKEN HAWKS SENT OTHER MEN SONS HITHER AND YON and no lesbian in pants suit dare cry for anyone but the killers to be put to death, as we forget about those early eighties child killers, that as an age before the crime bills came fast and furious, and he explains the dust up in Russia. It deals with Sicily.

A wayward Sargent, a mercenary, somewhere all our Romans are laughing, does a mercenary salute, or does he always need more Salt...?, was to be raining to Third Rome, Moscow, and take his chance at History, and take on Putin who was after all our man in the Urals but like so much about Clinton that has been alas forgotten with his own folded with honors stars and bars he once waved high and pride, but then in Pride days, as who recalls Dont ask don't tell, much less a goon who was voting against AIDS Funding when Commissioner Macmillan and Liberace were dying like something out of the margins of Dante. ITS A MAFIA POWER STRUGGLE we are assured by this Lenny Kowalwki lookalike, Richard Engle, its something beneath him, and since the Sopranos is always at hand, its nothing having to do with anything I have ever mentioned before, it certainly inst anything historical, its a blood comedy if he pulls it off, the Legion that couldn't shoot straight, to be played by Anti Trumpeter Di Nero in the film, though he looks nothing like him, but then hes been willing to play southern Dixiecrat's, the eulogies therefore are fine by Needle park drive by he, who whipped slaves, so, anything for a paycheck, and let me get my Phone card. One of the gals who openly and distinctly likes my work, who may have seen of me at Cream scene Carnaval page or even graffitti at Mother Jones ads, hanging on as it might, that she detests, tells me, having seen this, keep up your Roman ancients, Anthony, as again am alerted I maybe giving them more depth than they deserve. As not anywhere near Roman, the dressed to kill red army affected baldie , clad in lather warhorse, traveling at the speed of Vespasian towards Putin, but with gasoline and not just roots and turnips to eat, alas, he backed off, no ridding into the waves of history today, Sergei, or Sergius as the case may be. We will have no blood spilled in this Red June, not this Saturn's day, we have turned the caravan about and there inst enough lead in this water to get us past checkpoint Charlie much less Stalingrad or the ruins thereof. Star City is safe, as I see in an incomprehensible cartoon book called Doomsday Clock, only bought cause I won it at a comic site, I try to show as much devotion to Allan Moore as is sensible, Putin again appears has the half villain that the Clinton and meathead now advise the Russians to have been all along hen they made fun of their Birch-her in laws for seeing that the Russian were going, the Russians were going, and this bloated gloved, leather-ed up foot solider thought the better of it, perhaps thinking that we were already in June on the precipice of a Russian winter in which , like Bactria, the crosswind of Danny and Peachy and Alexanders do so faille. Keep up with the Roman analogies, the gal impressed tells me as gosh, Richard is dashed again, and a war they at Armimentarium Inc, where the drones and the news-breaks do come, are strewing valiantly to get shooting wars at 8H isn't again living up to its promise, and he is had again, somewhere between the walls of Jericho, Spartan wells, and the boys , or is it, Woman's room. Who knows. I am appreciated as a Roman avatar by gals I note who all lately have had the names of the birds, ones I drew in pages of cartoon Decameron, and as I auger everything, that has to mean something. 

 

 

2.

Seeming that some sanctimonious goon, a Biden Voter, or close enough for gummit work, bitching about the divine Plautus almost scene lately as the genius he was, before the Romans were said to not have ever somehow existing, was upset was this ball of American Hoohah and plastics, that how could he dare laugh at a play in which whipping ones slaves was seen as probable comedy. Ah one too many Denzel movies, I said, and thought, yes but a genius or a satirist, or a Bruno or a scientist, is trapped in the times he is, unlike those who can pretend that they never did vote for racists, not once, ever never, and certainly never voted for a thug who thought that Sallust, much less Plautus, also on the list was ever on his libertarians list of stolen and hidden books, lest his wives minions burn it, as Augustus found his copy of Ovid once torched by some praetorian goon who did the driving out himslef and couldn't as usual, keep up. Yes, I said, but what if I wanna be a producer ...i asked, this close to the national holiday of Mel Brooks almost 100 birthday, I at last wish you well, Melvin Komminsky, as the Twelve chairs is indeed a masterwork to boyhood me, so long gone, though see a channel showing Al Pacino's “Author, Author” then that droopy wop actually thought he and Dyan Cannon could actually be romantic leads. I can now not find my Ello page. God bless America and Lindsay Ellis. Not necessarily in that order.

Back in the days of Trump, before too many eggs and too many vases broke all over someone none one much ever really liked, although Mother Jones will always be there to preen they are radicals when in fact are praetorian in Palestinian drag, fat women in checkered scarfs while unnoticed dark little ten year olds are blown to bits is a new low I have always thought for the American radical when not going to a state dinner of beans and rice, of course bitching about it more openly than Biden would have ever thought it so when he was just a smarmy little Cassius who managed to somehow live. More than a few swells are calling it golden age when at least their precious precious moneta still had some credit, some heft, some worth before alas, this old goon and his reverse Midas touch took over and as I said in a reluctantly accepted essay made everything into Pyrite, and since has more dead children than Constantine, and no dausgahter left to as Midas had shocker him out of greed, will go about touching and changing and making everything worthless to the end of this farce, which, with Petrinoian laws art work unknown to his feeble little cliff notes mind, demand of him, heed just go away. It,a s Sargent Friday would say with stoic aplomb, Happens. So does...But back in those halcyon days, before the planneddemics that like a Steelers game recently, the management of the clock was always going to be wrong, and strategy is just a way to make sure your seasons isn't that championship one, but just non losing, whatever that could mean, I wrote a few spec script to see and hone whatever talents I had to do such a thing. Concert with that accepted script from others needing comic art, to varying degrees of success, if not out and out payment, I would make EC like Wickets, a Vampirella knock off, Terra-man refashioned by me into some nice Charleston pages, I was told it was never my talents but my attitude that as questionable, and a Superman Knock off called Mr. Invincible, or so such thing in which I experimented with Superman family era storytelling and even papers and inks of different sorts at different times. I start reading a comic called DOOMSDAY CLOCK, and feel badly for Alan Moore, whose Pygmalion will not be left be, and think as read it through, this worked much better as a satire of it all, as Id make, in Crisis on Infinite Panels, as something tawdry this way comes as Doctor Manhattan proves in middlebrow zest, he had a blue heart in him all along. Stoicism is hated by the over fed. 

 

 

 

3.

I write the play for this motley unseen show, which bothered me as I would say to some admiration from no less than a Kelley girl at the Newark-er as I called it, and received a long forget and unwanted for rejection on submit-table that very next day, so I guess we are all on report, under surveillance, or worse than that, catch as catch can as various foghorns see that the cupboard is dun bare and its a Collllllld winter a coming out dere boyyyy, as sees a single can of beans in the cashe. Now, I seen enough to know like in Seinfeld New Amsterdam if seen at all and not mafioso s, if an Italian appears at all, it was a flat faced gumba Jew, long from having had to demand Mureial Hemingway get a CBS henna Rinses and now was an out and out, no longer Guy, but a bar-bare, what else, as I always found a undercurrent of tragedy to this latest Felix Unger NANCE, AND DIDN'T LIKE HIM AT ALL. So, I add not my own doppelganger Perry Masonite like lawyer hero, a pudgy, dark, brooding, baritone, Raymond Burr,Italian Jesuit hero and his own Della, I think it was after all, the pompous undercurrent of We-ism and group think done by this toxic spill when one said slammingly seeing the surroundings and the reason detra of this shit, that the word Secretary bothers them, which was another way of saying no variation of Della Street would be here anywhere to be found. I added to this company and this farce, the Plautus in me, sorry white girls, An original Coriolanus, the sort you got even with dearies. To this end, I added not a chubby, sarcastic, but kept smart, in fact smart in a Fermi way, Italian hero, a Miles Vainglorious as it were, handsome and broad, without apology, a anti Cyrano, this time, sorry Mel, the speech is still my credo, a prince of Lucca foxes, as isnt it funny to know that Face the press, or whatever, Mausoleum of Tim Russert that is, he died only weeks after asking Hillary a question-- goddess forbid--about spics that the Teamsters dint like, and so, that Don Giovanni at Thirty Rock is another victim and corpse thrown on the pyre, as we all wait for the wrong grandmother to be burned by the goon who sould have never fallen this far upwards.

In this spec script, he was seen, Germanicus Grotto, I liked the echoes of both old Italy and the Playboy Mansion in Chicago as tell tale signs, and the Roman hero amid these dorks, to give Chuckie baby and his collection of house hold wops like those named Maria who somehow allow him to get away with all the mustash jokes they have sued since Anna Maria Neopolitano died, a Roman hero like indeed a Gaston, but also, the beast at tehe same time, like Ovid envisioned it in his own beauty and beast, as fairy tales, like birds from Tyrannosaurus Rex are how the Italics as late as Grimm's admired Basile kept the Roman ethics alive in, yes, the darkened ages that the Bush Family and the Klan would love to say never happened. In our perpetual Champaign of incrementalism as practiced by General Tranqullius, how long does it take to go from saying there were no barbarian invasions, and no dark ages, to eventually getting to where there was no Dachau, and as usual, they never get back to me on that one. Without a Della, the solstices thing was not as hot as Jews would like Italian girl slathered in miss Clairol and plucked, but still having a snarl to her Italian girl lips worthy of her greasepaint background, somehow brought in to be a response to another white girl who wasnt “deferential” enough to the cast, take that Delta!, and crew of geeks, all white, yes even Sabu Ragdish whatever, as sorry, since Cyrus India has been Aryan too, and I said to some admiration that The Big Bang Theory was just Head of the class without the greaser, the fat kid, the black girls, and of course, Leslie Bega as not a single person like her ever got this far, unless was seen as a threat, and didn't I know that sort, to the somehow beloved by the ugly girl interpreter. In using the template of the great Rhoda show when I was a kid, the one about Johnny Vneture, as this show despite being open to white women editing and blue penciling is still using the same spit takes that have been sued by Ray Walston , and in A visit to a small planet, hell back to “The Rope” even. I added the handsome man, ugliness and smarts has tio go together when one is born with Judaism I take it, and again, no Leslie Bega here, and even the girl as she was at first from Ten rules and the ghost of Jack Tripper, is often well, lest say gets the Laura Petrie Treatments, and has to come through it like a trooper whereas Italian woman emeritus Rose Marie, outside of some weepy moments, don't play that shit. I took the two Jewish characters of this show that I found entertaining and kind of sweet, as they were to me read as CBS Jews from long ago, the great Julie Kavner, who now must be humiliated by having some squeaking Broadway baby do her Disney approved songs, yeeech, and the tremendous Ron Silver, as her boy friend Gary, also oversexed and a con man and things that long gone Leslie didn't want anyone thinking about his own tribe until pictures of him at Hillary fundraisers meant less than zero to that con artist bitch.

 

 

The Johnny Venture this time wasn't me, I couldn't as Plautus aside play that part, but it would have to be like Villano from Manhattan south,we weren't all killers back then, before you all awakened to realize that a wife of a defrocked, impeached bullfighter pretender couldn't be shoe horned into the praetorian she both is drawn to, and fears as she knows UN like old men, she doesn't , deep own in her Cicerone heart, where her beloved Goldwasser admired and made my immigrant mother if not lesbians queens in ovo, sickened, have IT. It had to be someone that Mediterranean pretty, as no Valerie Harper is here, nor anyone with Julie's inherent cuteness either, but I did my Plautian best and so think the Jews on that show aren't done any favors by the chorus line that chuck thinks he must always feather his nest with those beliefs the uncircumcised always must have,a s after all...so does he. An interloper into the Nance's world, then bigger than now, a spectrum of retardation that amusingly all the peaceable fetti fell into, ah but the Norwegians taught us that interbreeding is in fact the closest thing to Satanhood, and that the early Romans again had it writed when they ere raping all them girls amid the wedding addition rice that once the Dworklin crowd , now saddle with Licensed labia husbands or wife,wherever, were against while inscrutableness bombing the earth was never brought up by God that afield Apollo Obama. So, Roman hero amid the stereotypes and the one liners, now A rival to both Young Mr Burgoff, our short dumpy Radar who uses television city as a singles bar, and of course, the insect like genius in National Periodicals magazines drag, he was everything they all hate and despise, and like father Francis told me as I was a boy, Anthony, you are their greatest fear, a wop who inst stupid enough to be laughed at and humiliated and demeaned and smiles along...then he rethought it...at least not all the time. Such was admiration in Tony land from the get go and Castes long before this one. Germanicus is a brilliant theoretician, asked if I wanted to be one but passed, though got better stats win math than verbal, Unlike us Jesuit boys old coot Biden was bad at everything, but then who is the one whose been shoveling essays with GV charm all along anyway. He is friendly's at first to the goons, Simon Helbergh, Richie Brokleman, sees a remaindered spirit, a line about Roman engineers being needed after Katrina, and their army corpse-men, placing up a bridge in hours that impresses the Thor loving barbarians until Caesar crosses it and wipes them all out. This pleases Jewish Helbergh and Blossom, my sister advised me she was, more than CBS would like. Roman Engineer hit his Ringo hair cut covered ears, and he tales a liking to the Italian matinee idol, as this is done in the styles of those Fernando Reys who were after Ann in ways that Donald Hollinger and his pencil sharpener could not compete. 

 

 

He sees Penny...as in Marsheall...? the earth mother goddesses of them all...? He is taken with her. The plot, if there is one, as in Plautus, is taken from dower forebears, but its what I dooooooo with it all. A RING, less Tolkien and more Ariosto is given in secret to Penny. She like Cal Arts or Cal Tech, or Cal, is seen by Walter Oreilly as a trinket itself, his ownership, though by then they hadn't been married yet, in the Jewish festival of burning the mortgage or whatever marriage is. All very cute, to me, but I do make Howard Wollowitz of all people, demanded from the beginning as daring like girls, really was I the last Jesuit strained anything before the Yeshiva and pretending they liked queers won the day...Howard asks Radar, what in fact is the difference between his gaze and another. In this caesura Germanicus. Blossom is over the moon, take the bait she advises her princess. Liens about Romans, engineering , the strains saying there is no rhyme to the universe as things don't happen for a reason, the reason is why they happened. An Etruscan line not Greek enough for the Texas Democrat to get. She is, like Rhoda, compelled and tempted. Get away from them, he warns her at a last Cyrano like kiss, no thank you. Radar asks Penny if shed like to go to the most DC eccentric comic book store I have ever seen, though Stan did do a last bow here, and outlived Jack the hack by many years so there is, like Patty Fairinelli, a boyhood pin up Beatrice versus a dead bunny playmates with Orson devotee's misnamed Dorothy, unlike my mother and Oz, that. She begs off and rolls her eyes and covers her head with her big hands, and another Roxanne, if not Juliette, war bride hacking to death inexhaustibly we now know was, in nailed shut Duchess cold old folk homes, its harder and harder avoidant those Ghosts Bill, bits the dust. The play is irrevocably gone in a summer of smoke , as one pastureland disaster after the next puts the people on edge. On Mel Brooks birthday, really our Virgil's birth should be a national Holiday, the supreme Curia as rudder-ed by a Reagan era hard ass takes down affirmative action. Wheres my residuals...? I asked when a boy, wheres my affirmative action, when told to go to Georgetown unlike certain others who didn't have three fake defferm—scholarships to always irrevocably survive, as even my brothers WSJ says what of the Italians and others caught up in the gears of this infernal contraception called America, …? I don't know, but again A solstice Fog again approaches, a channel announces a weekend of Green Acres, cant miss that. As my brother takes me home, as its hard to breathe in Biden's midnight in America, still, the birds ala the shady Groves, gather together on gables and wires, as the pigeons wont partake of the treacherous sky and a haze of burning Canada, again that didn't happen under Trump, Gaea is displeased, ashes in the wind.