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.