THE IMPERIAL LAMPOON.

CARTOONS ACCEPTED THIS ROMAN HOLIDAY OF MAYDAY APPROPRIATED BY COMMUNISTS AS Marx like Freud , sorry AOC, was a Roman fan. The symbol  of the hammer and the sickle shown by those over fed pigs against fascism as they dance when GE plays the fiddle as ma would say, was in fact the symbol of the first roman republic and the fact that farmers and ranchers, milk maids and woodcarvers took the country from Tarquinii, who, as of this writing , Denzell in his new found miasma of playing wops and Romans, will never play.

This church is full of perverts and thieves , who unlike the realer ones, they  wont take the cold and the streets as well. The difference between priests and thieves is that of dogs and wolves. -- NICCOLO MACHIAVELLI.

I will never much care what the church who and that humiliated and then massacred Giordano Bruno, but if you think Prairiea, a word from you youth,  has given you a saint, well then, you didn’t have the same caliber of Jesuits that I did.--AA.

bet the next thing you know she says something pro brunette and against dishwashers.

A pope from Cook Co….? as Benito said, the inevitable crossing of paralleled lines. All this needed was Gore and Bill Buckley in the mezzanine, but evne that lasted longer and had riots.


What I hate about Martin Scorsese is that he let the goons in Prairiea  think that somehow Brittan was a Greek island and Sicily wasn’t.

 

 

 

 

12 MAY 2025

I was watching a new favorite show, the Chase on a channel devoted to idiots taking game show tests, but  with a more affable host than anti Jew pro Villanova pervert cbs will ever have again, or maybe never did, a show called the Chase, in which a rotten little fat kid and a prettier than usual Blond shicksa Cathy chatterbox play literally the 21 that MSNBC thinks it doesn’t. I did notice that the GE THEATER that somehow has indeed infested the men of the people who now wary the floor, bit with blood, as the owners secretly root on Trump, recalling when Harvard was off limits, as the rabbi told my pop, as they don’t like being tarred the way they treated their wives all the years, you know, Penny, Anna Maria, and Paula, as I guess  they think the Italians who they don’t want to see their Capri of dying praetors ever ever, come too much like the Almalphi, which is strange what with all the barbarians who have steeled there for the sun

 

Still, seeing the show devolve into a team of three woman to take on the Beast, as they call him, 

I thought, yeah I’m going to sit and watch three  jabbering broads try to beat the blue Ox over here and turned the channels around, --I think they sowed him 6000 at the end--ad saw that a rancid little creepy farie of the cnn wildlings to us indeed selling a book about how he was gobsmacked and tallywakered and every other boys room at Northwestern toilets you could think of, and he indeed always the victim at Tavern on the green, more on white people sagas and tragedies below, was lied to by the imperial praetorians, as simultaneously Lana Lang on GE THETAER, is sticking to her alibi that indeed though now we hear the triumphal chariot at his ;less than Roman parade would indeed have been a wheelchair, I thought of Ma and how I did wheel her up the inclines a few years back to get her out of a house and a town that had been infested by the rats they didn’t see coming, tehse blue state Negros at their fairy tale best, when they let a forty year old smokestack come barreling to the ground, and of course, bureaucracy at its best, it had to be done twice, more than once,  cause even they couldn’t bring it down without leaving them as broken  smokestacks into which, like the Disney of the Catholic church, the rats had gone for a little bivouacking out of the rain. Its like what the democrats are doing to pig meat mayor Gainey.

 

 

 

 

"i cant believe we went through this hell because we couldn't have a first lady who whispered sweet nothings into my ear.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V1d4r9awjKE

How did this matter …? Well, seeing this maelstrom of sectarians whining over Biden’s ashes, hey maybe there’s a book in that that could get Oprah’s seal of approval, or not, as it took me back to hear this man born to play Felix Unger more than he seems a Rodger Mudd,…did iever manatyiopmna s a boy I met a father admired Daniel Shorr. Did I,…? anyway. This rabid little creep, filthy, man took a good month to write his tell all, he the Thomason looking for what Rosebud meant, although we all knew anyway, and the journalle are Giallo, and as he sold his book from the celler, our SEUTONIUS on command, his meter is always running, aren’t they all,..?, paid by the unsaid word, the censor as priest giving last rites. And the knife wielder bizarrely shocked mind you , as now the period is over for he who for whose place he was cutting at your eyes if youd dared say anything about this buffoon bumbling his way, it all ending in Rome, hummmmmn, now he over a long weekend put together a book, a horizontal lives, im sire that the Cinsde nasty thought that a fool’s project for You, and said indeed now it is indeed true what you saw with your own two eyes, as the stories about Groucho do come out eventually.

MUD MAGAZINE ARTICLE. THE CYCLOPS IS BLINDED. 'Poor Steverino, hell never know till too late what happens when you scream ire in an abandoned black rock." 

 

So, this first week or so of May, the week Dante met Beatrice, the war loving war hawk mammas plainted in noble savage blood call it a gaze now, as it must be npw bad if they never get it, daddy strafed them of that in the drak beds of suburban perversions. And, I got magazines at least preening their anarchist tendencies without having to sell out to the war apparatus, to take my work, mostly again as always cartoons, like the one here posted in which I have am Emma peel of mine, a Lucia say What bothers me about Martin Scorsese is how he allowed Prairiea, to think that Great Brittan was a Greek Island and Sacco- sorry Sicily- was not. Prarea, now newsworthy as a new Umbria one must show their papers to that original enclave used by divining provosts ocne at thought crim--experiment synods that I asked my brother if as he was adored by them even more than I, if he ever gave up Saturdays afternoons, when they meant something to be at these things where the Jesuits of Grovetown, never Loyola, and Villanova is indeed the first encampment of the Lydian’s in Italy, see they hated the Greeks with a passion. He said, they knew how far to press him and he was assuredly not being pimped by the brethren at these things, as his students belonged to Top Cat. We aren’t all so devoted as lesbians and ducks in the purple Reich,  and who said that term like eight years ago, although as devoted as they are, never Boss Hogg ever say you are going to tear their purples stripes away as they immutably you become the enemy of pole, who sister Barbara Ann told me are too stupid as they pantomime their way across the stage, that no one dies,  or even goes to jail for other men’s bribes. And I did well this year as again, its always as I got published the one who didn’t side with the soot his not blessed the junta gins that has a worse time of it, as my Nostradamus is Julianus Capitolinus.  And I thought, why did Felix have to just take orders from the perateotrim, did he get them lunch too, is it that far away…? Ego is everything., and thoigh eh leis, the stupid man, as Nick said, tells the troth when he lies the most. Id say Biden deserved better after a life in the theater, but alas he didn’t. I play a mean pinball.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dI1keSSwdcI
 

 
The highest compliment I can pay a girl, she can be sexy without having to be naked. T. Capote.

cover of a magazine, illustrating a story, not mine. What happened to sex....?  

Why did you take the Bleak Houses word, Snake…? So, why did you take the word of a one burned crematorium that had been infested once with Tonkin gilds and fisa bills and Chaney as the Midyako shogun…?, as Gore called him. Ah but Gore is gone and Johnny too, and we are alone, as this creature with Nance qualities and lizard sensuality, he sirens and drags and sniggles and tags, and says he was somehow as big a victim of Duping Gallinius as thee. Can you imagine this creature , and now we hear of midnight bathes of a less than Caracalla sort in which so enraged at …now we know, himself…thay the creature Cassius let his hammer and ax fall into the hands of unlettered imperial flatterers, if they even did that much. This artful dodging rat being the first and largest and quickest and most agile, not by much , to turn on old king Coal, it was our future pnce, but then why be pro lofe, or anything else if out, like a divorce degree or a daughter,  attends in the way of our imperial dreams. AH BUT  THE DREAMS SHATTER LIKE THE SNOW GLOBE, CHARLES FOSTER, and you are banished from the imperial kingdom to a set at Dick Cavett’s mausoleum, where Felix and Oscar once were on with David Stenberg bugga bugga, and you are surrounded now not by anything so noble as a Roman wondering how we got here, but honking Sicilian cunst that my mother warned me were just as bad as the white girls, if not worse, as they always took the Barbie, if not Barbra Ella side of things. Why did he take the Off  White houses word for it, and whose wouldn’t he, hey Sallust isn’t again my fourth favorite book, like some, but not at Amazon, as we and even I, who now got screeds against sonny boy Hunter, the aforementioned “ The Aforementioned you“, a unmarred girl says I remind her of the romantics, but again I’ll take what I can get, and the last Waltz in magazines that didn’t have a triumphant Kamilla, yes, Virgil’s  female knight in a wooden Coney island roller coaster, humm, we stand on the stumps of dead trees, that went father with some than it did with some others now hanging by a silver string of knots of  armamentarium decree, why did he not have the decency I had, to stash Biden since those days Italian grandmothers were a dead and dying mass grave that the wops, maybe mostly as jersey goes,  now wont let you dare cry for Latin gangsters, not Papas who were said with breathless womanish delight to have been ‘missionaries’ in the Andes, what is that I said to some admiration, a conquistador…? As when was Peru not a catholic country, which made my brother laugh,  and he told me to post this at Felix’s pained sissy face, fuck some time line of only posting on certain calends dates, but throw that in Felix’s sissy face, and I have an inkling the next Herbert Anderson, of which this empire has as Cornelius said of welfare queens, one too many,  is about to go.

 

 

"I LIKED COMIC BOOKS BETTER WHEN THEY HAD NO MORALS AT THE END.--A.A." 

BELONA: WHATS RED AND CRIES ALONE...? DICK CHANEY.

 "oh, I  don't trust any witches who think Joe Califano is their enemy..."  

My brother came back home in a sunny rain storm, see Devil beating his wife elsewhere,  that will never wash the genocides away, or those sonny boys who sneer at ex marines as daddy Croesus was skimming off the top of aid funds. He was upset that asked to make change at a local dime sore, when he went in despite our wokedness and church of the perpetual sanctimony, he was asked to provide ID to get a hundred dollar bill changed. Upset , as I am starting to rub off on his take on things, he said, to the teller there, wait, do you think I’m a counterfeiter who is exchanging one hundred dollar bill for twenties one at a time. He grabbed his money and stormed out. Now even Axios and the meatheads start to realize what he said all along at this Jewish Shiva for democrats, as they all cry for gang  bangers at the mass graves of nanas and old people and surely await the blurted update  that Bid’n ahs indeed shed what little mortality he has left. He knew all along, my brother did, he didn’t hear this bending over backwards from ex bar maids in Batavia…see…?, when these geriatrics were signing every god damn crime bill they could, or were you at the outside of the penitentiary Rachel, and had yet to get a card at Sacks and a table at 21...? Late at night now watching Chatty Cathy,  the elongated blond personably deal with three shopworn geniuses  on this trivia channel, Persky and Denoff’s creation  have alas tired me, or me of the ghostly them, who knows…?, and outdone in the dark with a  sister who doesn’t much like the turn that a channel Paddy would call Amazon cops, has turned to the Gilmore Girls, as I forgot how lovely and spunky and brunetty the pretty now unseen type of Lauren Graham is, --a girl described by me as an “unrepentant brunette”  got me affixed to a magazine from a gal who despises sell outs like Rachel dear. Hearing the old woman who was big then when my siblings were adolescents and I was a toddler, and her tapestry anthem, sing her daughterly song as it was brought back, my brother’s voice came from the other room exclaimed, Oh no, did they bring those hags and that small town crap back again…? Like with my admiring of a man named Clinton, he was never a biggest fan.

Next: MATRONALIA.

SEE JANE RUSSELL RUN.

 

 

 

APRIL 24TH 2025. 

 

This was the year despite being lectured to about sanctimony and a dislike of hate speech for a goon who was a rabid anti DE-Segregationist, let that sink in ladies, this was the year I was bollixed by being told , because of a single line in a piece extolling an America of Jane Russel and Joe Clifano and who hated them both, that i must be a national socialist because i said I windered how all those Jews let a show like Hogans Heroes on the air. Hunnie, I emailed back, dearie, i know I'm the prince of subtlety, but I dispense of Germany and its love of barbarians taught math, like Cornelius Tacitus, their Prussian attempt at Romanticism bothers me, I LIKE dancing girls as much as he died, but that's another story.

 

If I were ever a President, no bowing house Negro GATING ANTI BUSING SLOB, would I be, and would carpet bomb German, juts out of general principal, like the wayward and rabid and crumbling Bush family did to say, the house of antiquities, which holds the clay tablets upon which Gilgamesh was stolen to make a later bible. Hello...?, hello...? I never get the sanctimonious come back when ask how many sopranos did you good white women watch. And too, some fat bloat at the BBC, on you tube, when not trashing a royal they shoved at us until she derided, to piss on Diana-'s newsprint Pantheon, or wear the same dress or something, anyway, remember as half black, dear, you're juts a brunette to them mammie,dear, dared to try to say that there were either no Romans, little green men made that frst pantheon, you know like the pyramids, ah the Brethren taught me the jaundiced eye makes everything yellow, and too, even if there were there were no dark ages, a phrase innuendo coined a lesser Dante, an Italian and where did teh barbarism invasions end up, ah no month of white girl co ed sanctimony for you, Guido, who they were placing forward as the Italian national poet,cause that's what they can do when white, unmarried and on scholarship.

 

 

Well, I  remember not too long ago when Presidents loved Brunettes and Ovid, as opposed to now we have an old coot who as god knows how many babies die because daddy has to fy around looking for formula in new Sparta, old Havana, after the fall, who seems to be teetering now with some you'd thought would be devoted , at least until thirteen clowns are making old man Rover stay up post hisbeddy bye time and actuality think on his feet, and answer partisanship of his labors hatchet men, who all now smell blood. They, who all think they have enough knives to become Caesar after all.


So there is the justification of this book I send now, ANCIENT ROMANCE, part of a thousand page panorama in the best Virgil, Livy or at least MGM, I can come up with, just not Stan Kubrick please, I don't ever disavow any work of art of mine like it was boilerplate I have to now pretend I didn't say, like Biden calling darkies animals out to rape grandma, which again as he telegraphs everything, like an idiot do. Oh here comes the weekend binges of Cheers with the cute brunette, prettier and funnier than any blond the cast grew to hate, but its all intertwined at least to me, now demeaned for writing the way out of Calvino that the Jesuits and my mom made me write to avoid white women's canticles of see Jane run, run Jane run.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EhZba-P7R18

 

So, this is a book about the first great empire of Italy, The Etruscans and that has a menacing auguring as Disney is in tatters weeks after a Wendy Fiore-less as the blue fairy, and Tom Hanks as Ghepetto in yet another Pinocchio, which I noted didn't get the assault on those who didn't like it, no it just slipped away, no collected subjects to screech at the people about like some missteps have at the Magic Castillo of crossed destinies. I noticed who played in that movie, despite central casting by laws, it crumbles and bumbles , showing a fsh rots from the head, or in this case, hair plus. This is a long story about the one time the invaders were less civilized than the noble savages they supplanted, Romans vs. Etruscans , about a Bishop, a last pope who existed in a city I have anglicized into Laurentium, as he writes down all he can think of of his sandpapering race, as he has paid to make sure it will be in the library of Alexandria, which I found in my boyhood taught Franciscan nun research, like Oxford, always had a price for what they let in, and what they did not. It is classically minded, dare I say, in a land where the people of Beatrice, the Sicilian school and the Roman republic and Yvonne De Carlo in youth, are redacted to self righteous smarmy wholefoods eating Kosher Jews telling is all to stream Tulsa king, between their now mistrials over their rapes, as again, I read the Satyricon years ago, like some, and so I am not shocked that there is real anger out there among the swells, that as little kids cant fnd formula in this war zone, and may be dying of the same phlegm that took Italian grandmothers, they are upset that their dietary laws of sanctimony and fascination were toileted by a an old goon from a state that is basically a fake store front, and a straw man for money laundering, served the purple sashed, bad clams. I make these connection to say to the sanctimonious

times and their memorized belief systems, and their euphoria chants of liberalism allowing a segregationist who have eulogies to Strom Thurmond, as disposed to mere dinner satiation, that looking around, i can pretty much assure anyone, that despite months handed over to hear tom toms, and Harlem slumming noises, that every month in a decline and fall is after all Roman history month.

As the senate becomes the plutocrats that cried wolf, and that is a disease that comes to readily when you let trash like Robert DiNero too loose to the Roman artifacts, a reason a Sicilian has never been anything close to a Caesar a pope or a doge, as it were, the democrats awake today to find themselves at the lowest ebb ever. All i know is that for all those unelectable ethnics that caused a common cause between George will and Joe Biden, if not a Clinton who looked askance at both, that in the darkest bleakest days of greeks who gave out clemency, an act that caused a unrepentant , unworthy Bush to sneak into the white house, on a lowest Dystopian in all ways,  road to the freon lake, they languish and bleed at 21 percent approval. But like a gentry man, such a come down from a curia perch, they think of the cake they have dropped on the floor, its okay, it still is okay as they try to get the vomitorium grime off it. Why has Rachel Maddow, even scurrilous I think Madcow too..., yuch,and so  see previous post said the word tariff more in a month than she said “war” in twenty years…ah we miss you mister Mike, as war is not Unprofitable  to General Electron and its war caucus of barbarian Odinian death, and when asked if I’d make that into a poster like back cover for a now returning to traditional etches lefty magazine, its always a mistake, as Lucius could have told you to ruin a rich sanctimonious mans 100,000 ride no matters what he or she or them or those tick tock and victory dickery dock, the rat went down the Columbia clock…why is that, but when thought about it , I again declined, as did for something for another gal well wisher asked me to do,  as there is an unviable line in unviable sand that I can not cross. 

https://youtu.be/h6m4SOp41tE?feature=shared

A new low for those houses n’s too good for Geraldine and Michael and snl shows again a line i have used since the admiration of Georgetown priests, that satire is what bleeds on a Saturday night. On a network that screams and screeches for their sympathy for the rich, unlike Mario who spoke of a tale of two cities, now the only city is eldorado, which a tip of the feathered cap to Sparta, it seems that an empathy for those who have to pay any tariff in freedom's land and gods little acre deos indeed , as Niccollo warned engender resentment, and all the milk is curdled, and all the eggs are rotten and full of sulfur. A house coon on armamentarium television rails against the “them” that are American always to his breed of government mules, beaten as they always are since brother man Hannibal, a alpine chancer which got other African kings from whose elephants he stole to come to the roman senate and lay their own crowns down, but alas, we have Denzell speaking of the Roman they even as Severus, or whomever, and this house coon bitching about this late the fact that this time this dey wanted no part of black woman Kammilla, to whom again it was a insult to Colbert's mouseketeers to ever compare that braying fly girl emeritus, yo anyone in the Aeneid, much less a Calabrian Amazon, sorry Nancy meant to say emerita, as the vowels in Latin are in deed everything damn the lesbians, old lady, i didn't get thai far to be seen by forbearers as again, a credit to my race. And the house coon breys and  bitches about a felon like Trump, see crime bills are your land deal swindel when b’den is your Daniel, although it lost some oomph that he was being stewarded through his diatribe by the sparkling twinkling, weathergirl emeritA see…?, as she overbites and glassy eyed and sun inn ed and sparkled so as the new Bess Myerson- Betty Furness  trailing us, auguring the a GE  drone and or Frigidaire was in our American dream all along. 

 

 

 

 

And speaking of Jane Russell, a weaning attached to her by me that made a lesbain laugh and accepted one of my otherwise hated pin up girls, i note that it was unseemly to hear this at a tower of war incorporation, You hast conquered Mc kane Feingold, the Feingold part really shot it through, cue mister mike, war is not unprofitable too children and other living things at taverners on the green , it was so very hollow as on the unemployment line are Joys and other brunettes unspeakable to GE legal departments. Late in the month of the etruscan naked boy man soldier whose visage covered in blood was accepted by a magazine, along with the anti war loving John Boltin away from the front that this mass of chicken hawks has made this fruits plane, i saw that my boyhood hero of mine, shocking to me,Robert McGinnis, the Raphael of signet paperbacks had left this increasingly fetid earth, as big a cesspool as pop ever called it. 

 

I was not saddened as much as shocked, an the 99 year old man who spet a life in oils and drafting great dames, mike hammers and private eyes and femme fatales was gone, and did as sometimes do as a good wop, drank a drink to him as we are , as Gore said when Mrs Roosevelt died, we are indeed alone. I thought of the pompous garbage of wokendess and smirking fairies at king Arthur's seat, the ghost of Desi nowhere to be seen, as I still get views for the decency of ghosts and about the idea of when not ministers of parliament, always Alfred E Booutichick it seems, by both Gore Vidal and William f Buckley were on with played it straight for his own benefits Johnny was on the midnight sleepless airs. A toast to Robert and his many dangerous gals, now recplex with screeching hags who knew are all in a stock market the radicals hated once, but that was before Bill Clinton taught them the true arts of forgery, if not foraging. I thought of the holly golightly and Raquel's he anointed with linseed oil as goddesses, sometimes knife wielding, sometimes with danger in watercolory eyes, before all the Bertha's became tweed and worse Iron maiden brazzers wearers and indeed it seems for more than who thought it or hasn't yet, that the fat Freida, the overfed pigs of the imperail vomitorium, a state bulimia, quoting the dreaded Homer and his Ulysses of conniving and wodne horses that i'm sure that as certain jesuits saw cumming, as indeed sung.