THE LAST WALTZ. [all drawings accepted.]

OR Happy Lupercalia o cheapskate o mine, hope this finds you well and fine....

1 august 2024.

Its not that I feel bad for grandpa Biden, God knows, but having read the ROMAN LIVES SINCE I WAS A KID, I thought that when the end of the republic came, it would be from a better cast than this. I THINK I understand blm, @chriscumo, a poet hated Sicily because he said, even the patricians there are bags of shit. Its Dante. My father wasn't Alan Brady, I don't have to eat slop. he worked for a living. BUT I WONDER, speaking of Suetonius, thats Shakespeare in the logical Latin, did that Sunday, when the walls came tumbling down, as Lana Lang pIS=Saki was shocked, I'll bet, and unspoken of, unnamed, unfaced men in black suits came and told the last-est Tyberius he had to go, an ignominious fate no CATILINE EVER HAD TO DO, he dies like a Roman and a man, as the appreciative Sallust said in Bubbas fourth favorite book, not that you can tell anymore, but I ask, that Sunday without football , as opposed to the one in which he had alas stolen enough, did he, like Livia before him when the guard turmned and heeled and came to call on the king of eagles, did he , like she did when calling out for Germanicus, and I know this from a first early student play I wrote, I think of how I met William F in 1980 at a Jesuit high school I just couldn't deal with anymore, as that fruit was always on the outlook for Catholic boys, and then again he , not possibly recalling me, but calling me Tony to my chagrin, spoke of Germanicus again, and told me to beware the curia, again.

Did this smarmy slimy forthwith little man, did he call out for his version of Germanicus, which like hers was long dead and gone in previous imperila degradation. Did he wonder, just in a wry money shot of the realization of exile, dod he think of his own Germanicus, as Livia had, did he with even a smile of revelations of fate accomplished, did Jolted Joe from Kokomo, did he call out for Mario Cuomo, and think to himself with almost a laugh, that the great Virgil called a lecturer by that sissy ninny rhino bitch on ABC Sunday Omnibus, did he think for a moment as opposed to Barry the Fairy, as the other Harvard grads students called him. Now, did he think of our Italianate, Turnus loving Virgil, or even the Italian women that he massacred along with greasy grimy Andy and Crissy to eventually be passed over, that holiday that anti Lupercalia of sententious baby murdering Gods no Roman worth his salt would ever acknowledged...? sorry, Kamilla, but I've seen the viciousness of that type since a boy I was, a schoolboy and I am never shocked by their prissy accommodation and justifications they make.

DRUSILLA. HEAVY METAL ISH COMIC. SOLD.

Published. Serperi- Jeffery Jones stuff. Tis been a bad week at black rock, and the cavalry hasn't done this badly since the Cambrian forests. But, the Neanderthal Broadcasting Company putting on an Italian Woman in a boxing ring almost bludgeoned to death by some qweer sissy inst anything I haven't seen before in those cookbooks of @billcilinton. The @NYtimes called it the audacity of despair, sending in the giggling cavalry. . ...gee I wish I had come up with that...

3 AUGUST 2024.

In a sprinkling of Collddian magic I first saw and rerecorded on my own eighth birthday when I saw that I had the same birthday, as a kid mentality despite of the love of JESUITS, I WAS STILL AND AM RATHER GIVEN TO MY MOTHERS OVER ROMANTICIZED LIFE, though it was my father who hated things like Hanna Barbara, even going to school to tell the nun my mother adored, Sister Loretta, a real nun—you know spoke Latin, he said, to never ever give me as a some khiaski or prize a book as they had in some little contest, of Fred Flintstone ever again, as they had done. He hated that studio, from what he saw, my siblings were kids during their true heyday of plagiarisms, Top cat is Bilko, Fred and Barnie of course, Ralph and Ed, ect, and mostly he hated the way these house wops made sure that every villain witch was black haired, in the same was that Marvel did, though I wasnt shocked to see who the girdle salesman and the late last show stenographer uncle Stan had indeed married.

The Pittsburgh Pirates, some how entangled with a Perseid swoon, like the Democrats and Hollywood, have lost their third straight game. I swear, if this keeps up they may find they are out of the last place for a bullshit wild card that the doges of baseball came up with as a way to keep, like the Democrats, a slew of rust belt states and rutted cities thinking they still have a shot at selling a last late summers muckle of ice cream –do they stilkl sell napoleon ice cream in little plastic hats...?, and of course peanuts and crackerjack for teams that would be better off not giving a damn, playing out the string towards labor day, and thus maybe, building to something better than best loser.

I saw on my birthday, not only did Lucy, but a almost recast in prime time daily Clint—SORRY Flintstones, that cartoon Audrey Meadows, Wilma herself also celebrated a birthday, the one where the blowhard almost abusive monster husband gives her a Dodo bird as a gift, as-to allow himself to take off for a Raccoon like convention in Frantic City. I don't really know why but I found this all pleasing, and get as if the gods of Comedy and Tragedy had indeed given me a blessing that certainly gave me in this maelstrom of barbarian rage, was the closest thing to a Passover that the roman gods can give without turning Bill and me and all those Romans still left , though the happy little island of mud hut England lost more than mother Italy did to the now defeated and vanquished forever Biden, still at this hour not giving out his own Eulogy, although Gummadi Gilda is still hopeful on a 60 minuets sit down, although as I could tell you, such vulgar landing spots are only given by the oppressive dogged Dan Rather to Bush family patrons who is to start tunneling out from a twenty point deficit to the first Greek, which thankfully somehow George Will, now a major Domo of liberalism, who knew, Brother Flager...? We miss you Prince of darkness, someone else who had ANOTHER OF THE BIDIES BURNT OF THE PYRE OF THE POLITICS OF THE SPITE of silly, meaningless men. Yes, mister Waltz, Prairiea , though not Tuscan Red, lets remember who was punch and Judied into that war and who alas, was somehow not. well, the vultures have come home to if not roost, pull a Remus apart,a s they did in that book of roman hoorays that got Niccolo Machiavelli, hated by over fed hags and dykes at the tasty freeze, tortured.

Now, if this giggling jackass who wont speak to a nation she strangely seems to feel she is posed to take, as if old coot bidets infirmities were the only thing between Micheal Moore AND OTHER THREE CHINNERS AND A BLUE LANDSLIDE, if she appoints, a new non democratic way of choosing not quite the best candidates, and she chooses a ferret face named Joshie Shapiro whose cesarean ambitions make Bill Clinton look positively like Cincinnatus, does that mean the first woman and first Jew will be placed in originally like Medici popes, and yes, old man, over your dead body. How Cicero, indeed.

Even Augustus called it The Republic, so in politics haplessness is a virtue.

COMIC RELIEF. On my Leonid Birthday I was sent, along with the equal we enjoyed your work, but...still in that slide a few did get back to me with administration over my having seen where this was headed with the Lords of Pericles, back last winter. And, along with cartoons of dames seen as far too goddess like, hell really probably just brunette, for the dying embers of tokens wokeness, and manifesting your murdering of Italian grandmothers would indeed be a high point for this Gore Vidalllian less than perfect exemplar of lying in state, was bad taste. Still, I now as the Leo constellation stardust's periods start to turn got to like towards earth, and a base still isn't in the bag as it were, I must give some credit to @lindsayellis, as she figures as a kind of not quite BEATRICE, NO NOT LAURA, certainly not Cammilius's beloved bitchy Claudia, as though pretty, she isn't THAT, well, that's it, ironically Camilla, the Italianate amazon. as a girl victim of the acrimonious, surpassed now by an Italian woman , see...? AM THE AUGER, WHOSE HER BLUDGEONING ON THE NATIONAL BUISCUT COMPANY is now an exemplar of what the doges of Sodom , no Sparta, I was again right my brother announced, at this bloody fiasco, as women tell him how infuriated they are, and so soon after Johnny Depp, I say eliciting a laugh when he says to the Italian artist woman who lives upstairs. ON the channel of Lilly Tomlin and Ruth Buzzy and Dick Martin, even Jeanie and the girl from uncle, a woman was shown beaten within a inch of her life, shoring again the Machiavellian ethic, whose whip is this...? And of course the pretty maids all in a row at armimentarium cereal, have said nothing, its a golden age and that's their story and they are sticking to it, as for some reason Gordon Gecko in Sacramento is rounding up the homeless in trucks, and throwing them out of town, and again, the lesbians who cry and weep and gnash their teeth at all when the whistle blows, well, like Bonanza, they are the horses, left at the trough watered, while the fat man does his comic pratfalls and the fake guns go off, but like with Jimmy Rockford, never killing anyone.

BAT-LADY SKETCH

DRUSILLA COMIC PAGE .

PUBLISHED THE BLOTTER MAGAZINE 2 AUGUST 2024.

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08/05/2410:08:55 AM

But I do warn, as I am the auger out here, icebound politicians in that world you both despise and fear like monsignors do, that many women tell my brother that they are incensed at the idea of an ITALIAN WOMAN, NO LESS AND PERFECTLY, being bludgeon almost to death by a filthy little arabesque drag queen, making up for slaughters unconnected at that time, Joshie, and I warned this, there is an anger out here now that wasn't bad a few mere weeks ago, add their the Italian grandmothers once raped with impunity and then called like animals.

As sent out some copies of this piece, I was sanctimoniously told having @billclinton in the “incomprehensible miasma” quote their beloved Shakespeare Ovid plagiarism was a sacrilege. Oh you'll do worse.

The Pittsburgh Pirates have lost their sixth straight game this month of the second Caesar, as the apostolic Sun starts, despite the heat, to start to seem receding, as it shall until Saturnalia.

See why I think to me ,less obscene, Kammila wont win NO matter how many Jews play Percales in dungarees, is that she , to some eyes, didn't do what Trump, Bilbo and yes, angle offing the Mattina did all their needs for that Big Brass Ring OF Orson, and so, she is a bigger fraud than even her first sugar daddy was, calling Doctor Freud, dear Lil Dot has a daddy issue like some wop Irishwomen I have known and promptly went out the side door. What Kammie didn't do ever in this hijacking of the American new res public, and being handed a golden key she didn't much deserves, was that as certain woman, yes, Witchiepoo, and her anti Disneyland, pro fireman carnival husband did, was to get up at four am and make it to New Hampshire prayer breakfasts and to Iowa and Prairiea pig festivals—yes I was Jesuit pre law no apple polisher me, and meet the plebs in their cigar shops and Brooklyn sidewalks as TRUMP HAS EVEN DONE to Bushman ghastliness.

She hasn't done that, and so her victory would ex out Hillary dear and even hubby to some extant. I responded back, as when they first appeared and he in a nuclear cloud of Bushing counter intelligence, and Dan Rather on the pad, YOU'LL SEE, Bill outfought back as the Greek refused, and my mom, said seeing them on that Hewett nightmare of stop-watching , where , or dove la BETRAICZIA...WHERE IS THE BEATRICE, SHE ASKED, AS SHE SMART ITALIAN WITCH HER OWN SELF, had this goon pegged and knew in now was this cornuto in love with this yenta in straining. So wherever and whatever overhang and fruit cellar that she was sent top by our Livia, she will have a moment of recompenses and comeuppance that Hillary cant allow until the bowels of hell that she keeps mentioning as the place where those who wont vote for her will declined. But probably not big on Dante anyway, still, she gets the gist and Kammila I fear cannot win, as Hillie knows, after a life in the theater that should KAMILLA WIN, HER part and her role, Margo Channing's life is over and done, and CBS,as dutifully as they held a slave camera upon the graceful morbidly obesity of the strangely dancer like Jackie Gleason, they at the cyclops will be laying in wait , with praetorian giggling at the first sight of Hillary about to get sick. Again, I haven't heard back sinze.

08/06/24

the last segregationist to have to be booted out of office has his imperial dares dashed by the sewage in the streets also, but being anti war is something, a more ignominious than i like in my rabbit hunting radicals, as AM FROM THE Jesuit SCHOOL TRAINING OF SUCH THINGS, AND LIKE THE unnamed, NO NOT HIM, THE REAL ONE, I saw The Best Man at fourteen. They reported that someone named Gertz, Hurtz, Colonial Kurtz was told to laughing cow Kammila that shed be saddled with this guy,--is that the guy who looks like Bluto, sorry Joshie, which saddened me. it that i at all like Jewie Joshie and his almost Cesarean, without having worn boots ever not once at the front, ambitions and grievous faults, but still, ...a man who called them belligerent Arabs, has a slush fund for his blond addled sex abusing Jews, and has dead bodies falling out of the closets, where @billclintonaccount just had dancing girls, well, and atop of that. with that this hag gummadi who will be a bulwark for the constitution the moment that she is appointed, white smoke for all. And missed this chance at riots in CHICAGO no less...? My goodness that was a Colombo episode waiting to happen. DID SEE I'm WITH HER RECYCLED for brunette other woman Kammila, but to be fair, the praetorian must by definition have a spryness and bellow and cry and scream for someone they didn't even know was alive a fortnight ago, back when they had all that money....hummmn, that cant auger well. Be with us for our next episode, the US STEAL HOUR, OR A SNITCH IN TIME! Another northeastern ethnic gov unelectable in Bidet's segregationist weed empire, how fitting, so laugh Mario, Laugh...so we bleary and stumble from a segregationist to perhaps a giggling idiot and a dying old fat man, who somehow sent other men's soldiers into a perpetual war he avoided by running for Office –and there were no ROMANS, SHEEESH, LEAVE YOUR MEDICARE FRAUD CHECKS IN THE BAG, who has initials like AWOL AND DUI attached to him, so good job from the vestals at Hadrians wall, as they bring good things to blight...we miss you Bill, as this is amateur hour.

08/13/24

09:24:38 AM

So, can a party hijacked by chicken hawk garbage like @georgewill be able to again use nothing more than ad hominium attacks to win the praetorium..?Whose broad stripes and bright stars, are they now...?

See, why the nuns loved me and I had no future in such swamps, if someone asked me if I wore mascara, Id say, like the Romans, Yeah, I got it at the front.

I CERTAINLY DON'T care about the last Waltz's new found, comparatively, liberal notions and such, what with the democratization party in the wake of prissy pussy bloated LIEBERMAN HAVING SOLD ITS SOULS AND ITS TELETHON aged Rob Reiner of the plebs being led so well by CBS covens, or really, Yeshivas of golden hardhearted radials,who away as I notepad played despicable hippies on Persky Denoff shows about billionaire hillbilly DON'T CARE ABOUT HIS Petaphile votes, although even in a new Sparta, edges one can hear the masonry crumble ta that and one in which Italian woman are bludgeoned on the National biophysicist Company for the enjoyment of the white men who have always been so put upon, anyway, and affectation will out, I still think having to even have the Jews at the Times 'explain' your petaphile vote may be hazardous to your political objectivity, although I don't know how long this bloated pig can lip up his preordaining of Golden Boy, every fuking night, twice on Saturday, where satire and osteoporosis, SSI Juvenal's, go to close. 

 

 And I had a feeling that this man doing the Nines, you're wanted on the Spanish steps, but not on CBS, I wonder if that constituencies...anyway, I had a feeling about him as he played superhost and introduced cartoons as I haven't seen in politics since in fact I read Gore Vidal's famous essay in that book mentioned I won as a kid, about the Cow palace and Reagan watching Goldwater—i scent a track, Gaius—with all the aplomb of all about eve. I would like to see us re-adjudicate that War and its build ups in the paperer of record, Judy dear, I would like to remember how and who went to that perpetual war and who didn't, and who wouldn't, and I would like to recall as is happening now a reexamination of the fast and furious, as the bets I noted first coming from the 1ST GENERAL in maybe even Altman's MASH, was there taken for the consultation sending of course other men into that quagmire turning into a butcher's floor of American men, so lets reexamine that Bushian Aeneid, on missives spoken aloud on GE NBC, and who voted to give it No ending like the dreaded lord of the rings.

08/14/24

10:46:16 AM

Then, came the moment, to me, of the season. I have gotten some Mud magazine poetics and drawings here and there, lately, as I could sense a real weariness to some, erotically not fake liberals who are not at all encouraged , nor getting their cuts from the war procure that now thinks its armimentarium be the new Athens, or at least Florence, that the pigeons on Medici plasters, have always tried to preened that they were.

Have gotten so far in a year at least three essays about the awfulness of Newt's American vast wasteland into various magazines, and that cache has as its sort of Puck, or Alfred E, or pilgrim in progress ore even lily white as uninteresting as paper Lemuel Gulliver, the afoul imagery of a dying older schoolboy without the aplomb of previous aging Bevies-Elroy of a parascending quickly past, David Letterman. There was a moment on, of all things, the Late show bequeath by said Letterman, a last Paar, to Stevenson Colbert, who as that Canaries in that gold mine I has presupposed and predicted, he said exactly where we were like a wayward , illiterate without the necessary aplomb Virgil in a cesspool hell, he lived out the creed I had sort of set out cor him, beiang a lover of television since a kid, I knew where this Reginald Rose teleplay was headed.

On his nightly show, oh wait that was gotten rid of long ago, too many 100s and too much dark, if not black, money, and whatever it is wane aint married to it at all, Steverino did his foresighted act, which is easily for him, as it is a exact opposite of what he tap danced for cyclops island largess before, see Gore Vidal's line about Bidet ETHICS ELSEWHERE, AS I HAVE BEEN TOLD USE THE SAME LINES LOT, BUT THEN, I AM UNWILLING TO BE LIKE SHAKESPEARE CAN SOMEHOW SAY AND GET IT BELIEVED THAT I SOMEHOW CAME UP WITH THEM , TO BEGIN WITH. ON HIS LATE NIGHT SHOW OF SHOWS, USUALLY JUST an excuse to get MPS, apparatchiks, and attaches on television to an ramrodding audience again bequest by Johnny Quest Stewart, or Disco Stew as calling him bothered some devotee, though as I told her how many likes did YOU get from him, not a one, as Echo is a tragic figure, which was a line again used to garner a line of likable approve from Bill Clinton, although when that happens anymore, from almost anybody, and I have gatherd them up like the crows gather the twigs of shady Groves, I dint even bother to tell my brother anymore as he is sure when he sees the curia mentions anything from the Ecolouges to Mister Haney as he will show me, is is certain MUST HAVE GIVEN THEM THE IDEA, as I am the only one who seems to effortlessly , as a well wishing woman told me, go from pilgrim at the inferno, and then go to Hooterville , so easily.

To show again I was right in my use of Steven Colbert as the every man in this post Danny Thomas world, and that in essays like What,,,and leave showiness-published- And, My name is Steven Colbert—published, I am sensing a trend as I am schooled about putting the words of their Divine Shakespeare in the liquored up over sued mouth of Lesbian married, husband Billiteratti, wow, haven't we fallen far over a segregationist as the luckiest woman in the world once called him on CNN circuses, Colbert is seer sucker, man in the gray flannel soul finery, he did , he did taw a Leopard cat, that as he did a show, undesirable for any other, always a clear giveaway to even the goddess of stolen coins, eventually she has enough, and all hell breaks out on you, he was speaking to some indefeasible non blond that CNN had to take in its claimer. Propaganda nest as a rival to a drone , death dealing company, who has hijacked the liberal clotted hearts on statin medicines, they are again you , we, know, SHE was going by rote and all she was told or worse, knew by some praetorian instinct she was to make sure she said now, as somehow the medieval aspects of a papal conclave reared their ugly truly CATHOLIC ways and means and heads in a saving of the democracy where meat head gets to play Horatio, and yet all the bridges too far have been washed out. Hooterville, much less stria is a long straightaway, as the vindictive crow does flay.

SO, at night, while of course, I was watching of anything as have been spent since my birthday and a racing to get out July is the most... essay as still haven't heard back from that one, well, not the one for whom I did it, ah the essay as valentine as a gal said is my Italianate charm at best, the dared midnight clownish, Count Duvall at his chilly worst, was shown by the cats and gods in the roman pantheon—as I said I think bothering some editors out there, no buddy kilt 40,000 souls in Palestine over Virgil, I mean, as opposed to any dreary Talmud, how could they, as the Romans expceted you to die, march and not just shoot babies on a tarmac. Steverino, true to the credo sent forth the day he was given the job, is playing the deep mend of the Tyrannaian sea, and was caught tidally unawares and in fact probably stupifuied, that indeed when he was doing his boilerplate as enetraimnet and politically minded clerical as comedy, of course placing on those who hate each other in the corral, Jews, Negros, fat chicks and drag queens,. He was merely nodding, dutifully, what he thought was his circus clown job, but again a perversion in anyway and everywhere of the roman ethics, sorry Tobacco Road papist, I saw him called that troop by the arabesque and their fat girls conniving attendants in Palestinian drag, he was totally shocked at the response of an audience he thought, like John Stewart l also blindsided this year, he thought was perfectly drilled in the aspects and the designs need in a peanut gallery since Buffalo Bob.

With a flourish worthy of Wally Wood, a woman and spaceships drawing Dante, I ACTUALLY, LIKE Shandling did for Carson later, when heard in 1981 so soon around Italo Calvino was demeaned and deserted by over fed white coeds, by those who would make A CYCLE EPIC OF PLAGIARISM as Gore called it, he is my now more than ever Virgil amid the dying dead popes and greyhounds wanting corn bread, I was strangely stunned at his self demise and sorrowful about it in our Kirby world and have mentioned as much last year along with Roisterer as imperial gulag victim. And all he did AS the medieval astrologist would say, hurl out one of those givens on the Star maps of the dark ages sky, a dark aegis on a Bidey Caseareate could try to contort into a golden age, which my own father told me, never really was.

 

So, this speckled goon freak punk sissy, American sissy said, was in almost passing, almost without fear of refraction or reconsideration, and with the dottore l know of all of the of all the suppositions of the intoxicated world. All this goon said was , again as a given that CNN was a placed that tried its drabbest to be fair and accurate, and the collected new York audience sadly thinking they ere all in on a con that got too big, started to laugh, to his dismay. At once, the smirk spattered and the duck tape snapped and broke. Hit of a meteor right at the Ed Sullivan theater, where Howard once showed the sad end of Jerry and Joe, as I have said, explaining the American dream in toto, there was a direct hit on the vainglorious signage of a thousandths LCD lifts. one fir every broken bar strap, Mrs Colbert, but then, apote is dead and gone, Orson Too and its always the children hour, as I wasn't part of taking over the Sollsen cut off because Bidey-Harras had to capitulate to the name that tune of 20 b, with daisy cutters to the IDF, as after all, scantiness doesn't feed the greyhound, and they'll kill anyone for power, and the living in the echos of for whom the medieval bells rung, laughed in his petulant little face. Revitrovi Gummadis.

ACCEPTED 13 AUGUST 2024.

FREE CONAN—OR WHY I LEARNED TO LOVE PRINCE VALIANT AND HATE BARBARIANS. A TALE OF COMIX- 10 MARCH 2023

THE SATURNALIA STORY. CATHOLIC SHOOS HYJINX.

HE SAT THERE, in another mans chair, with a wall unchanged as squatters often do, dumbfounded, was he, the joker as arrested in time and tides, the clown reverting back to form—can you tell I have been having ball at shady Groves, with Basile adjurations and Wendy in antlers and a puce piece,...? He was stunned for a moment, than as I saw this only as recited and recanted and redone on Ed Henry, the crowd, that he thought was a perfectly hand packed sort, all moving in lock step in one trepidation, well, our beleaguered, bespattered, bumbling Petronius, who indeed has lost his hero and his journey—like Maggie Mae no fan of Joe Campbell am I, never have been one for paganism as , like Catholicism, celebrated by those whither whiter than white skin, much less Pepsodent teeth, as four out of 5 dentists recommend Trident for those patients who chew gum, and recommend Prell for those pedestrians who drink Soap, Bold soap, ring around the collar, My wife, I think I'll ditch her, for FE poor blood, your best Friends wont tell you, that only they and her hairdresser knows, like the hadow do, brought to you in living colcor by Burlington textiles, one ringy dingy two ringy dingy, I cant believ I ate the whole thing, plop polp fizz fizz, og what a relife it is, who wears short shorts, its the uncola, finger likingghhod chicken as all lebains eat here at chicken delight, r=o=l-a-i-d=s, tumtumtums, plase dost squeeze the Charmin, as mister Whipple and Josephine the plumber were around those few days that uncel sam didnt hang its mistrcarent, soon wnough stay tuned for the Rachel Maddow show on WOR, right after Batman, as she fills in for Mary Grace Cantfeild as Ralph Monroe, pitchforks in this hell all go dumdum, it eats like a meal, who is this little man in the toilets of the umpire, …?, the dick van dyke show is brought to you by Kent cigarettes, Kent knows best, a little dab-ill do yew, hey cookie, lend me your comb, I'm a pepper your a pepper, shouldn't you like to be Rosie Odonall and lecture us from the buffet too.? THE MOMENT OF A LAUGHING mezzanine that he nasty wasn't prepared for, not him, not the king of ridicule on command, or at least so no one recalls his own death threats to an assail a co ed, better I guess than black face of woman's titties juggling on trampolines, but then again, Carson is dead, and the asnwerman along with him, shmock shmock, or pleh pleh, and as he sat there and that anchor girl, totally frozen as the poor brunette would be, only tabloids worthy blonds usually get thees jobs as shamelessness was taught to them by their Moms, and she asked, sadly at least to me, the dark haired girl, as the black chick on war consortium television went blind too the moment she was caught whisperer hat she really thought, a bad habit to get into, the pretty Italianate Juliette in what Machiavelli called the frozen moment of realization, asked, as he was shocked too that the peanut gallery was Trumpian enough to dare laugh at our midnight Augustus, as the senate laughed when she said unto it that he was a consultation of the vaunted and now forever dead and gone Roman republic, that he was no king, and the whole oil painting now free of Catiline as George will so dreams and then can return to his own Hooterville, back to the correct and unfarsical airing, when Augustus said he was a Procincil, like the original, not not that one, Brutus later misnamed. The whole togaed crowd, though in the only histories that matter, played by ear and oral, like the Clinton marriage, aporphrical, the whole senate in taters as it was and no where near what it had been, they all laughed, like the Edith Head era song, then, boy Caesar knew that no matter how many preparations, you cant kill everybody and sometime its better to just walk along, and whistle past the Pantheon. Is that supposed to be a laugh line...?, she almost endearingly asked this chiseler cretin creepy smirking infernal satanist as fallen catholic, or whatever he pretends to be to stay on television, and he was too lost at this, sure that he was such a good little boy, and I , like Ed and some blond from Trump 24, and probably Bill Somewhere, oh what a fine moment of a fallen backwards on petard we Innominatos had at this. Well, I took speech and drama, lady, for a reason. Somewhere Paddy Chayefsky laughs. Good night, Captain Video, wheresoever you arrrrrrrreeeee.....!

And not so hard to have augured all along, despite the constant boilerplate by even the most world weary and shrugging of Pittsburgh press wretches who glide their hagiography of Stellers owners with a smart ass fatigue, like a local yokel version of the dared to me Jimmy Breslin—where are you, Robert Dinero...?, Gene Collier, the Pittsburgh Pirates, despite rethinking a new Koufax was theirs, have dropped ten straight games. The soot of fate withering meteors hitting the fiddles of Mars is everywhere. As the Italian that the Newerker never heard of ,much less demeans out of grandpas DNA muscle memory, my father did warn me of the savagery of the English marms and the school yards that never end, said, and is see it now to the dismay of some and the admiration of others with an attaboy Luther from the mezzanine, there comes a moment when the temples are, without a moments notice about to fall in on themselves, the towers of empire became penitentiaries, the newest city a necropolis, the basilica a merest mausoleum, as with out the warning of a angelic creek or groan, then sublimely a life in the theater comes crashing down, and the forever that was a given is left in rubble, and the new senators find themselves without the dignitary of the sets of ruins to give it all heft…

03/17/25

a note on the practically very ides of march, a CNN shock as it is always, who ever sees it coming, I mean besides me, poll has the democrats at their lowest nadir ever. To change something that got a like from Jon Stewart once, the empires change, but indeed its the Senators that stay the same.