TATTERED STANDARDS.

 

ASK BY EMAIL, Anthony we are awash in bad Xmas essays at a lit mag...do you still have the Saturnalia story where your departed mother was Daphne and sprouting leaves? Unlike @stevenking, I made the jump from EC to the Inferno years back. 

I HAVE perhaps as i have been told giving too much Italo Calvino Italianate magic realism to this tawdry cast of the fall of the American republic. As what i really noticed was that the night that Marcus Aurelius came calling to give that d student  segregationist Bidey his third act, that principally, that night CBS showed a latest wop minstrel show called Tulsa King, showing that murderous Jews and over fed lesbians in the media might have to preen a new found love of drag queens, but the Italians, ironically no matter how much of this cesspool goes down the tubes, will never ever catch a break, as they will never lose them as they have westerns. But as I was expecting Bidet to be removed as there would be no balloon drop for the coot who has been at too many Dixiecrat funerals, and now he has to be trashed as saw one of these Kelly girls actually described this goon as Cincinnatus, a big no no to those at shady Groves, even I was shocked to see still mustering enough bile at his dotage end, that Sweet old Bill would at that horrid consensus convention, that looked too much like the Neil Simon's written Bilko, the last round up, when I saw Roman Bill purposefully and iridescently refuse to call presidential lottery card holder Demi by her new name, a last ROMAN AMID THE PIGS AT THE VOMITORIUM TROTH, I KNEW THE LAST JESUIT WAS UPSET AND TOLD IS ALL, WATCHER RACHEL MADDOW LIKED OT OR NOT, SHE WAS A FRAUD, A PHONY AND SHE DIDN'T DO HALF OF WHAT HE WAS FORCED TO DO.

 

And that convention of a coven is bearing bitter harvest, as when people are hurting keep N rich Obama's and god knows Oprah from the barricades dripping in Versace, and Bulgari, that BC admits no bump, menacing shes losing, cause all those free abortions gave the game away cause no one there as I was put off by some self appointed avenger making sure a flag wasn't desecrated—whose broad strips and brights tars, Jack—i turned it to Rocky and Bullwinkle and left this alone where it vulgarly was. THE FREE ABORTIONS ON A STREET-CORNER AND NOT A DARK ALLEYS WAS TOO AMERICANA DREAM FOR ME, AS I SAID THAT THEY'D PAID FOR IT, CAUSE NO ONE INVOLVED IN SO MUCH SMILING AND TRASH LIKE WHITE WOMEN INDUCING VOMITING AT THE PIPES OF EMPIRE, no one there, I noted, gave any one suffering a god damned piece of rye bread or a free beer, showing the ethics and the lessons of the fall of the roman republic, and maybe the empire itself has been lost on you all. My favorite part of the fall of the house of Joe, that night he was taken out as it were by strega Pillozzi, who I fingered as Brutus BEHIND IT ALL, as seen on my X page as proof, that night, to show signora Fortuna bats her eyes at losers, CBS didn't show The Rope by Titus Plautus, but instead showed Tulsa King. 

 

And to show again, no good deed goes unpunished, as father Gore, our Petronius said, last night, a war criminal named Dick Cheney of all people came to the aid and succor of a hag who may have lied about working at McDonald's in that firstborn insult called Reaganomics, and which she eagerly piked up, waiting for her cue to go on as Medea. Personally, I would have said take your bloody Idahoans and smirk and cowboy all hat charms and keep walking as I would think the great MARIO CUOMO he would, BUT THEN Ann Richards is dead and gone and she isn't coming back. I think, as have had a resentment and dislike for the political class since i was twelve, despite  their own chicken hawked, in the Juvenal original minting of the word, and not far from its now WALTZ affectation, but I guess vultures of a feather flock thereto. And back then sister Barbara Ann told me it was a natural Pompeian dislike for the war consignees, even then, and now with the democrats for war and abortion at the same time, they might as well start giving free bleeding in out medieval, if that time ever was, Tolkien admired dark ages, which my father told me as late as 1979 hadn't receded as of then yet. Then to show that once again that Roman Antony was right, of my own readings of Roman and Italian admiration of a Satyricon that that larded FELLINI , NOW NOT AS ADMIRED AS HE USED TO BE, it appears that indeed I was correct in an essay that remains unpublished, not that I cant get anything out there, as Free Conan has been so published, asking the casual question why did a company Titan, who called my own roman Herculean Capt. Mmagnus that dared by lesbians TOXIC MASCULINITY, WHICH WAS AN AFFECTATION THEY came up with in the quincenyera of their perpetual war for perpetual peace, Tacitus s101, but were fine with the openly anti MAN AND ANTI CIVILIZATION CRAP FROM THAT SUICIDE MOM-MAS BOY HOWARD, as some of us lost a mother we were devoted too, and fathers too, and we just keep going and don't drink in the anti oxygen of a stutz bearcat in the last picture show world of weedy Texans amid pages of the less than noble savages. I was as right when in '21 in a piece called THE WINTER IN POMPEII, that that afternoon of miss Saigon helicopters fleeing Bactria and handing everything over to the woman hating Taliban, hummmn, this old coot loved Oliver north too, be careful who you give the keys to the Preatorium, Gaius, that all else was academic, and he was dead as that pope at the inferno, a mere demon living out the string and he would as ABC would admit, too too late, never from that he wapi;d recover. And now the architect of the war on Terra is nearing show up to cleans his hands like Antony, in Trumps blood, I don't think-so from wither this pig and smirking war criminal, the kind that Guilani didn't prosecute on command, company wop, my farther called him, and his Lady softy hands and his cowboy crams, and that piggish oafish daughter of his , PEPPERMINT Patty  ugly daughter n Basile tales, WHO GOT DADDY TO cry through Rent. Like Lindsay Ellis, I too was ver klempt at that misuse of Puccini, too. But most of all, hours, literal hours,  after this egregious meeting of the lack of minds, hours after Dick one of the only neocons lefts, Mork another satirist who couldn't survive another Saturday night, it seems that George W Bush, the last of that only roman word he didn't efface like so many so dreadfully awful Saturnalia in his barbarian behind silk curtains, lace curtains,  as ma called them life's, he came out on the first Cowboy Sunday of the year, we missed you Zeke, and said he donated no part of joining this so far beneath him Frey. Gee, once again, the prince-ling little prissy couldn't be like some mere half breed or low rents apparatchik, wishing to play Marc Antony himself someday, the barbarianism have been dealing in Roman drag as much as many, maybe more than Scorsese and some dagos ever will. That monstrosity of a convention , the smile-rs indeed with vaginal knives, always as the nuns warned me willing to earlier than crib death make every holiday Passover, of blowhards and ninnies, drag queens and smiling garbage like Klobacher soaking of joy amid the wreckage, it as more than the last Bush could take and he deferred to go watch the Cowboys, as rooting for them makes him feel like less of a Maine cliffs sissy. 

 

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

 

As the hinterlands are crumbling for Kamilla, [ as post this a white woman in Michigan says confidentially under the darkness democrats hoods think it is always midnight save for TINKERBELLES being alive light, that she is dunkered in  water and badly. See, Ma was , like the nuns right about which women and what woman and take that Colbert and your dem dese and dose bullshit, having gotten the ELMO  humps up, from the lowest levels in jail perchance...? ]  So,  never the kind of women my mother told me the angels of the mattina never cry for, as the Prairiea sinks and dives with even blood sport last night as corrupt as any pageant of Augustus, ONE WONDERS WHO PAYS FOR THE BACON USED BY THEY WHO STILL HOLD Hillary SHROUD AS THEIR BLACKEST FLAG. As I had called this all as early as that colder than ever , sunless day of winter, when old coot Bidet PORED HIS POURAGE IN WOODEN BOWLS, AND A NEW Augustus SAW A THIRTEEN SCRAWLED ON A BIRTHDAY CAKE COLORED WALL. THE PLEBS COUNT BACKWARDS FROM 13, AND DEAD SONS ARE RECALLED AS POUR-RAGE IS THE DISH BEST SERVED COLD. And too, again, not falling into the pits of Roman decline and fall so often hurled at me since i was a kid, and my love of the atrocity called by some, the Satyricon, beloved by me as a boy, was suspect by many of those Teutonic German nuns, as meaning something , as now the perverts cover the land in maydays and maypoles, a decadence told to me by trash like the Bushmen, barbarians in seer sucker suits, not long past the dwellings of the trees. Lets remember that Boss Hogg, The last Waltz, here voted with the Republicans to not only censure, ah hats that MOURNING Joe word again, a first black AG Eric Holder, but to do the bidding of the GREAT BARBARIANS prairie TO USE THE LATIN LOVING JESUIT TERMS, REMEMBER WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT THEM, Maureen dear, AND HOMOSEXUALS TOO, HUMMMMN, anyway, they aint what the Priests were, they loved the butch Romans to pieces, Roman circus too, lets not forget how many times this chicken hawk was caustically the living embodiment of the Roman line and that indeed one can tell the diffident between as a Roman standard and a weather-vane by the caliber of bird that sit at its crest.  

So, at this time of year remember the admiration had for me by brethren sisters and others, especially at this time of affirmative action skin game Negroes doing Zamas with D students to keep a stolen earth. And how as these factions shutter and move, hook-nose and prattle through a summer stocked Caesar in cheap dressers I recall how papers I wrote made them pleased. And how I was seen as not whitewashing their beloved Rome but not like s bigot white man Tolkien demeaning it neither. I wrote a paper in 2980, and if you were a Male between 12 and 35 your recall of  Patty Fairinelli as a stapler navel-ed Beatrice, and it was that awful year for me that I wrote of sadly the end of Civilization. Constantine no longer called the  great,  and his own astrology, fuck you Swaggart, and Bidey too, and I wrote it essay teachers reading the Twelve Caesars by Vidal said well,  of his moon over the Tyber bridge, a vision. And how he took the blood of dead and dying Roman warriors never to be the same, and made signs of a bloody cross on their taken and appropriated swords. And this made the Jesuit there wet, and all I was offered as they lived tje Roman fractured fairy tales and as I knew, old men looking at their watches were doomed to a less than Roman fate as appear not on any trails or campaigns, but on chat shows, a vituperative Virginia Graham show, Oscar,  under cutting stupid brunettes that Hillary finally found. Somehow that vision on faggy chi chi PBS became a dream. Less catholic. And the signs of the cross were not in human blood so red instead in that most unbroken color of chicken yellow and on shields. As it all seemed fixed in the editing.  And wt that I noticed at this time, the crickets began to sing, as Ma said.