THE CURSE OF AGRICOLA.

 

I am, it seems, always right abut such things as this, the imperial and the like, no matter what the ridiculers and mute else-wise say.

As at a page for my buddy Keith Olbermann, where somehow those who are stringently decent and noble are always on the pad and the clock for the filthiness among us, Machiavelli whip and all that, I saw in something more important than mere grange pail politics, that they , the southies and other bass-ton beanies who live off a strange self righteousness despite having been against bussing darkies too close to the Irish hags in plaid, and remember the nun told me a right to abortion, once not as iron clad to Mister Hyde as it has become now, there was no right to abortion on demand until circumnavigated by and confronted with a godless and proletariat owned school system. Anyway, the Boston Princeton patriot devoted said that there was a move on , as it were to get Vince Lombardi's name off that Bauhaus nightmare called a football trophy, and replaced it with the name of a found out multiple cheater, Bill Bellicheck. In the resistance something more for white piggish sluts and Bush family hangers on than say any Palestinians, of his constant triumph, like Biden later playing to similar audience, I said, wake me, dears when he is chronically unemployable Oh what laughs that titillated. But in fact within two years, and with rent a Cowboy Zeke giving his grovelling team hart., he was in fact gotten rid of by the Jewish macher who owns that team, and kept cheating alive. And though epsn, hatchery of Olbermenn, tried to get him onto the Dallas Cowboy team, as TV isn't what it sued to be,a s Elsbeth has supplanted hill street as Thursday must seeing, Jerry Jones no less, with a hunger that makes Jill Biden look sane, told him allegedly , that in fact this was Americas team, and no matter what he said and what he did, still the valence barterer more than anything still was the place of Tom Landry, Bob Lilly and the first true Captain America. As despite the crooks regrettable, the smarmy creeps and their love of flattery, the opposite side of the coin of ridicule, like Jake the snake tappers, as again there should be at least magnanimity among thieves, lest the socialists of tv land be yelled at by ignored plebs , and know it about equally romantic Bill, there is a floor , if not a catacomb that the Roman will not dig beneath.

Like a disappearing greaser in a soda commercial when I was a kid,

Bye Bye Jackson...so low has this imperial chariot fallen that OLE King Joe a briquette of an old soul, thinks he should become president because he placed another president with a record as he did to masses of backs who are peeling away...imagine that. RIGHT THIS WAY Niccolo, as Obama is a better or worse man than I am as I would have learning politics from queer Jesuits run like hell and told the dilapidated old coot, have a southie carry you to glory, Anchises, not that he ever get that. Oh, know who else isn't a convicted felon.... MEAN BESIDES TRUMP AS HE HASN'T BEEN FORMALLY CONVICTED YET, AS LAWSUITS LIKE AGAINST RUDY, NO FAN, STILL, SOMETIMES THE THREADS DO FALL PART, as somehow it would tactfully be a federal offense if CNN hosted a debated between men who haven't been formally nominated, but then, Biden isn't a real president anyway, and he keeps cutting but Trump aint bleeding.

 

Personally I, would have told George Will to f off, when he started sniffing at the plutonium dealers arms merchants who now have a cretin and his miss polish sausage 1991 wife play Lucy and Rickey in the morning, Hello out there in television land...like a black chick on war TV would say under her breath. Oliver North. Wowee, this is Dullsville, man..In a piece wrote and published on line and in print in 2020, whose page as a comic strip and whose sketch was sold as a cover to a raven minded lit mag, I love the black birds, called the prince of the crows, I, seeing the pinball wizard at a lowest ebb for us lovers of Ovid, still, I had a feeling if by chance and stupid calculation the frat boys who elicited a Feh from the Virgilian earth when they got their shitty jobs, look IT up, as was crestfallen that Italian grandmothers were being slaughtered openly for a goon who couldn't bring up Reagan on charges of treason, i mean, he did say the Boland amendment didn't apply somehow, like say many of the DUI he has had , of even look into impeaching Reagan, HE SAVES HIS BEST FANGS FOR OTHER DEMOCRATS, OR GOD FORBID VOTE FOR HEALTH CARE, I had sympathetic Bill say , as I do, that there was nothing in politics he didn't leaner from PLAUTUS. And there, the night once again a window dressing negro broad tow bagger had to tell us it wasn't as bad as it looks, like Jack Kirby art, while he was being led away by President HECKLE, SOMEHOW, THERE WAS AUNTIE MAME AT THE Tony AWARDS NO LESS, basking in limelight and on boards studlier than his, so, once again, we are here to venerate the gods of comedy and tragedy, and now , the entire company, according to the daily mail, cums on stage as the ravens make his sky black with comeuppance wings.

In 2020, a day and time that has the Bleak house telling A BIGGER CHECK, and the Peacock on our banks, and the cyclops and all the clowns and drunken and black faces and death threatening of Polyphemus land to be told now to avoid the dying old Scaldoni who is and was Doctor Doom, Kermit the wop, doctor Quetsa the Facci, as he is , like Italian may, have less a JEWISH SHAMELESSNESS TO HIM AND IS STARTING AS THOSE WOPS MIGHT, START TO FEEL A CERTAIN ENNUI ABOUT ALL THOSE DEAD GRANDMAS IN HIS WAKE AND HIS GIGGLING. When I heard that I was assured once again that again I am always right about such things, as knew heed never survive this whole mishear if TRUMP DIDN'T WIN, if Biden steals the election again and egos against the ethics and he physics, MACHIAVELLI AND GALILEO are according to Calvino amazingly duplicate, of the Tuscan history, NOW THAT'S the fall to remember, autumn in Laurentium, and the superuser doesn't pay, it is a death warrant as I warned last time for not just him, but all who supported him. Don't believe me, I opine told my biddy Keith Olbermann once, to the distraught and womanish histrionics of some cvnt who took her marching orders from a wayward sportscaster how he marched for a war consortium, that it was unseemly to think the goon hack old corpus who gave the requiem of a lightweight for the cretin Dixiecrat Strom who ran against FDR over the socialist who was his vice President, Henry Wallace, not the one Biden was delegate for, before they stalled stupidly on that haberdasher, and she suspected saying that FDR was a Democrat did our musketeer say, to which I had to respond yes but at the time so was Strom, ask An Andrew Cuomo. ASK him who stupid a curia is and can be who replaces an Italian at 60 percent winning percentage for a crazy eyed slob cow who is Nora Desmond-ing her way to making New Amsterdam a tossup state. For the love of Oz that's right, George will, our newest vizier wizard, didn't ever like him, not even segregationist brownie points, not against busing enough, i guess to get that prissy bitches thin lipped seal of approval. Ah but it peppers that the poor mans Bill Buckeyes is peeling off as i knew he couldn't survive being that close to Robert Di Nero for so long. He though the heir to Firing lines, only could do a half measure trashing of Gore Vidal the day he died, not even worth mentioning, as it was more scurrilous what he did to Billy Graham, but then he had this swerve set up, like idiots always do, or as ill Buckley himself told me in an unsolicited email i wished I had kept like a Jesuit magazine, it wasn't George Will, who he disdained like Carson did Letterman, NEVER AT THE HOUSE EH...? who Truuuman invited to the black and white ball given for that old hag Graham, as will was just 11 or so, Buckley tole me, but the idea is the same. Ouch

But then when Biden appears, stupidity wins the day and even medieval ides of giantess goes out the cracked and open window, none of which open up on the TYBER BREEZE. Do, get him outta the Tuscan sun, girls...

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vk6014HuxcE 

 

 

But, I, Roman Tony must ask again between the karocki done shamelessly and without empathy, the essence of the roots of all evil, by the way, as ALL, TO GET INTO GEORGETOWN, AS I would not want, one had to at least skim the Summary Theological which is mute to old coot Biden and his crime familial sonny, as they couldn't even get through MELVILLE, much less anything as esoteric as Ariosto. A thought a Jesuit trained student for life may have, once again anything that comes out of that crypt keepers mouth, the last Jack Davis cartoon there will ever be, as everything is true,a s Gore said, is the opposite of whatever he just said, the cretin who somehow let every member of Iran Contra never sped a night in jail, not will hurl anyone into jail who is against him, a bigger fruited plain of penetrates is needed Tyberius, when you languish in real clear polls at 26. something beloveds, if that, again, he cut out his own holes in the stage and then forget where he placed them, like farces do, but if he is such a mix of Horatio on a crumbling bridge and Pericles, another devotee of the Greek democracy we have now , sorry Bill, but the Republic couldn't survive Junior and their Fisa billed platypuses, well, then, how could this early on a midsummer's night scheme be kosher to misuse the word of how people who slaughter the innocents and anyone else, present themselves as holy and good...? 

 

 

I MEAN, HOW IS IT NOT AN ANTHEM—MY adoration of the Roman republic late lives and how the machinery of res publicans corrode and corrupt is whole it is complete, you know, bothering and bothersome to so many and so openly so, how can a dying old coot be made to tap dance for his placements and his request and his wooer and his sash as Niccolo would so say, how could that pepping and opening out of town with FELIX AND SOME PROBABLE DARKIE , PROVERBIALLY NOT BY NOW ANCHORETTE BE AKIN TO THE PRECEPTS OF EVEN A FAKE BULLSHIT GREEK TRAGEDY BACKGROUND DEMOCRACY. Camilla with a K, so smiling and laughing while you suffer and Colbert didn't realize that electricity prices would follow gas prices and make his magical pumpkin Tesla back to running on rats, how will they this late recast the stepson of Caesar, what Blessedness could they possibly find this late, eclectically as I said all along the wintertime days of only murders in the Biden Home, and home is the operative word, who, how, where how, wait, where ….who could they suddenly find as having like guiding light when i was a kid, they have to say , today playing the part of Mister Spalding is ...who...? And how about all those people who voted for the strangely happy warrior unrevealing Biden, what of their votes when some college of woodpeckers and vultures decided to suddenly tell this corpse it isn't his night, like it was not really ever his cycle epic to begin with...? you cat against type this time, CBS, and therefore this time, it all falls down. 

 

 

What of all the people who wanted, ...did anyone...? wanted Biden as the people's churce, what of their paper ballots and write in Campinas they ahd to paper the fruit plain with to make sure as would be seen soon enough that it was always anyone but Biden, all along, and that anyone buty trump os working out as well as anybody but Clinton did...? What about Ennius, whop said the will of god is the will of the people, how can a man and a Parthia that so enraptured itself—believe me telling even Jews and atheists on publishers row and even penguin, that the story of the rapture was stolen in whole cloth by the Jesus FREKATII was a no go, but then part of my hard to kill admiration for fatso Roman Bill was his smarter than thou's knowledge , like I had, that perquisite classics the conspiracy of Catiline was indeed called Catiline's war, as war has a meaning to a Roman no lamebrain merely perched at the armimentarium can ever fully understand as they keep quiet again about the five digit numbers of aftermath thanks to General electrics war economy. Fear he was not voted for by anyone, not as whole hardheartedly as they pretend when sold and bought again, that his a proprietorship built on the nuts and bolts of xerox machines and uni-vacs and twilight zone punch card mechanics befitting his past doggedness. So, again find that he cant play Oberon, or Brutus, they keep going to him over and over as a hero he isn't where but England, and ascertainment any infernos, go ahead and replace him, happy new year 69 ad, girls, meet me by the Hill gate, a dying empire its now called, run by the lowest level of sorts, sister Cecilia called them all D students, usually, they weren't just stupid god bless them, or even just slow, but merely lazy, and were always for health care before they were against it, as the Lunts build another monument to a dead duck who loses the praetor's rod and cape, all is farce, Miles, just as Herman Muster, Gore's nephew and other did before, except, as i said on The Prince of Crows, this time, if allowed will be worse as it ever was. hummnn...but then, who in 20, and four and twenty ravens baked into an imperial pie...who spoke of Tom Eagleton, while a gloomy Lucifer-Marius in the cold of shady groves, got his black birds to swarm on command, and guess what showman , what Barnum, what barefoot Marcus , at that money lending, d starred list show wasn't there to lead Joe Malarkey off of ANY STAGE, AT LEAST NOT SO OPENLY...? And whee did the cavalcade of his stupidity atop of everything else start by the by...Under a dying old man who certainly was no parallel life and got his dykes to speak of their being no barbarian invasions of civilization...where did it all start, girls, the wayward old coot walking off in a stupor that the new York times had to deal with when not allowing anyone to speak ill of genocide as they own the patent, or at least the copyright...? Why, right again that signora Fortuna would send her Dora's, they wont destroy Biden for my mother, but because once again Jolting Joe from Kokomo couldn't pass the Bar, AS she sent out her Wendy's who fly like bumble bees, against gravity and physics, so much for magic, and bother even Jove, to get her , their, pounds of mania flesh, ...like me Freud and Marx were Roman buffs. So where did the third act accord, Brother Bill, …?, why, mamamia, this way to the circus maximums, dears, why, it happened in Rome, Hillary...Strange dear, but true dear...Sure plays a mean pinball.

AN UPDATE to The Curse of Agricola.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abH_k0YhL04

28 JUNE 2024.

It was after my having been hurled off a site called Zoe-trope , I had the temerity to tell this house goon wop that I saw before anyone that old Jo Wraling had misused, abused, and demeaned a hell of a lot of ITALIAN AND ROMAN ideas to make that illiterate jumble of Fantasia meets good bye mister Chips, AND THAT WAS so bothersome to him and his b and b that I was not only censored by that old man, as he made a career out of doing to Italians, and usually at pennies on the word. So, after that decided against my more lazy judgments, to send work out as had not en published since a schoolboy in essayist newspapers of second sheets and wood carvings in magazines of the society of Jesus with names like Scope and such mouthwash names, and didn't much care until those gangster movie makers and soon to sell out fire sale Gopher Lucas, as speaking of Roman acquisitions that never bothered the good and defunct women who over eat between crying about alleged Roman lover Bill not being allowed to be first lady, that I DECIDED THEN TO MAKE SURE I SENT OUT ENOUGH WORK TO PAPER THE FRUIT PLAINS OF GRAIN AND CHILD MOLSTEORS, Walmart and all of the ties in Clinton's playboy hiding sicks drawers, to demand a certain level of sight from them, and have indeed retrieved more acceptances than I had ever thought was possible ,which was why I didnt do muhc in the first place and did so much swining for the fenses as I had.

One of the first things tapped and even looked kindly on by some editors, was a piece called I SHOT ANDY WARHOL'S MUSEUM, and I got a nice response from some, if not acceptance, but then that too came from an art news like mag, over how somehow I connected the death of pope John Paul !!, to seeing Robert Hughes, Future Shock indeed, seen there, and the concurrency dying playboy cow, overt and over plucked , but never oversexed as long as blond, Ana Nicole Smith, usual Daisy Mae whose selling out to disfigurement the girdle next door into a Franzetta hillbilly , pig on a hit tin roof night mare. Some were upset that I d connect their still then adored Warhol to her, but I saw a continuance of line as the Jesuits taught me to see in all things, and eventually, in the admiration, it was picked up.

It was my sister's, beloved by me as a boy if not more than differently than my sharper brother, birthday, and the usual gang of conduits and praetorians at CNN, which was much more fun when Clinton played Alan Brady riding again, gave in and gave dying Biden all he nattered, always a mistake but then those in this curia who read the works of old Julianus Capitolinus, mimic less Plautus, can be counted on one hand, as it were, and in Chappiqua. AS because it was her birthday, and I've been thinking lately about all that I didn't do, or wouldn't do, and all those Italian women who were needed as massacred off so that this night could occur , I could care less, as missed it on purpose as I would when still employed cheater Bill Blechiek thought his may pole of exuberance and being a big macher would never end either. So, we were watching Bugs and daffy on a station of METV'S devoted to cartoons, as I wasn't missing out on this for what I thought would be a angry old mans last gasps at Paddy Chayefsky madness, HOWARD BEALE TA THE STAINED GLASS winnows, the Savonarola of the dying clowns of a dying God of war, I was and do admit again having been wrong as was too romanticism for this dower Plautus moment as if B'DEN HAS EVER PROVEN anything it is how he is always willing able to come up small. Decade late and a trillion dollars short. My brother in his night clothes came in though mid Mel Blanc masterworks and a cartoon about Foghorn –of course I thought of Clinton that night that the now devoted to his enemy General Clinton says all is forgiven about that night I recall well, in which Bi was a Pontiac man for Republicans against health care,and know that Biden met surreptitiously with goons from NEWTS TRIUMPH, and was tossing wrenches in health care, cause as he said, as a top five not only demarcate, but politics in that mausoleum, to got money from the Merks of the then against socialized medicine, as I believe he may have celled it, good democrat he's a;ways been, and was when siding with the John Birtchers to bring back the gallows and rope hangings, and do recall that when you have to play boo boo Kitty and go Humming on your pretty maids all in a tow at the planetarium, as the worshiper with Ohio Players chick has to announce that equally good Democrats as she are exploding her burner and sublet, all I said was coming home to roost, if vultures roost at all, ask Remus.

My brother came in and announced to me the scores of this Thursday night at the fights, as he was a Italian alter boy long before I was and did well at it as I refused, a devotee of Ennius even then,i refuted and refused the bread ceremony either an apostasy of demand by the mamba of Dio, WHATEVER, DEADPANNING on what bigot is misreading the Latin vulgate at the time or better whatever bar bar Quakerism that was a mistake Mohammedan didn't make later. It is , he said to me of this debate, An unmitigated disaster...he told me here in the late night dark touched as it was by Warner Bros technicolor barnyards, EUSTIS, he said, my Green acres as satire in the well water, is A BABBLING BLATHERING IDIOT. DIdnt you say, he asked me, That he'd be a ghost by June...?, he said admiringly so. Ah June, I thought, the month of the queen of the gods, one moment it is a lovely day and the snobbish Robbins flit through the air and then, in a eyelash wink, something angers the impersonators Goddess, far too Roman for any lesbain who would be the enchanter at GE THETAER aid the Paradise island that accusers there build in sandstone and bills for vicious drones. Then comes the incessant rains and the nature storms, pity of no where, as who can decider a woman's spinning madness...? HE SAID, my brother told me, That he wants to do for all Americans what he was able to do with Covid, ...And how, I said, I could even in the dark see my darker, sharper brothers smirk of disbelieving someone this full of nothing got this far with so little. And he said, We have a president we have to pledge allegiance to, who said just now, he took credit for “Beating medicare”...at this I could see he shook his head at the low level of shit they now at the armimentarium had to eat, as pop warned me of so long ago. Yeah, I said, He busted health care alright, I could only imagine what dear Rachel winced along with the rest of the gang at POPS CHOCOLATE SHOPPE AT WAR MONUMENT, when she heard that line, but then, buy now if you were NOT repeating as much, as vaudevillian supreme Machiavelli said, you weren't paying enough ettanetion dear.

And so at ten, I did watch Ed Henry, I really cant stand Bannion and his own we attack at dawn crap, as not only wont he take half a loaf, you not straining is somehow an insult to him, and where is Olbermann to night, as it seems all so hollow and forlorn. Gin, signora Fortuna said as she strokola carte as MA WOULD SAY, and though some spoke of how sad it was to see really nothing more than a spear carrier, bank trenchers fall to bits on that stage, how three faced can you get...? I wasn't sad at all, and I didn't wish I saw it in real time, but I thought of how heartsick they mist have been at 8 h tonight, AS IF THEY WERE SHOCKED, but then a praetorian must keep one eye on the exits, as I had warned, not again, that I much care, as where Rachel Maddow parks and Colbert paying exorbitant electric bills for his toy cars, really means nothing to me as I welshed that life of crime years ago, and still find every time I get an essay or a James Messe like gal in lingerie anywhere I have a better Roman triumph than anyone caught in that death march with the pretty ladies without a man to drive at 30 Rock, Black Rock, or anywhere else that the imperial crows seems to flock.

I was both repelled and yet fixated by this no end,as show who is un- electable now as Mario and Moncone and Geraldine were mere road kill to this goofballs plastic cementer chariot all along...? I did enjoy this no end as I did openly speak of enjoying watching the death march of that Pollock in that piece about Warhol, as he, the anti communist bishop of Rome begged to die, and was lsft in Apollonian sunshine, air conditioning the urba too must have been a sin against the Jewish god of childless CONSTANTINE...SEE...? He then begged to die to allow someone from the Hitler youth to become, ahem, the bishop of Alba Longa, AND THAT THAT JUNTA CHAPLIN THAT BUTTS HEADS WITH THIS DYING SHRUNKEN HEAD in the Vatican as I recall when that place was a torture chamber worthy of Manzoni, no wait, Passolini and his Salo years ago but not that meant I thought of father Gore and how no good deed indeed goes unforgivable, and how wonderful it seemed to me, in their tizzy, that again the gals and hags of war television , and not in the confines of beautiful downtown Burbank, I thought of how wonderful this was, and how all along the way, talking birds and mobile Italianate princess no Disney WOULDST EVER SHOW tole me so all along. Punctura, she is a bitch, and indeed she maced him good, and holed out that two bagger house coons arguments, and we all , well you at heart cared, saw it in all real time, and there was no cutting room floor upon which was the worsted of Nora Desmond number one. Punctura INDEED , THE ROMAN GODDESS HAD TAKEN HER POUND OF FLESH FROM THIS BAG OF CHECHEN PARTS, A HUMPHREY DUMPTY NO Obama WOULD EVER PLACE BACK TOGETHER, not with that wife around, she maced you good, kids, and signora Fortuna showed, amusingly unheard by one time devotee Clinton who boated for sun down to show his undying spurt, maybe you aren't Marius, and certainly that woman was wrong that night that 36 hooded democrats including all in the skull and bones of everyone hates Bill, certainly not Dandy Don, suited what Molly said. Goodnight, Caesar, goodnight Scaramouch, goodnight moon, goodnight abortion, the grievous fault, when you are a shovel everything looks like a grave. It was time for Bullwinkle.

We miss you Mario, we miss the Republic.