MATONALIA -1 GATCHA XXII

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20 MAY 2025.  

When I was a little boy, my sharper than even she thought Ma said to me, sensing in me a weakness for the well turned everything of a Lynda Carter type, she warned me, Hey, Idiot, she said in Italian, she was sure I was a easy mark for the conniving women of America, never ever give a woman more respect than her husband ever does. It is a caustic, rustic, brilliance that has allowed to Italians to suffice without having to or being able to ever play the same guilt cards that Jews do, as it does sound like never play cards with a man named Doc, but still she stewarded me, that a hag who allowed her husband to demean detest and beat her wasn’t worth the trouble. So what I love about this mess of the men of the people, finding an elites and thus stupid fondness for the criminals, gang bangers, drag queens and Harvard, what is wrong with this fruited plane, dam nit as they screech at armamentarium walls, with over fed her story professors Nicollo Bill never much pleaded with, and who listens to me,…?It amazed me to see people in policies not even good at hypocrisy, wow, doing everything in your power to make Trump even more popular than he was, or even had to be, well, it is reproofs, another thing stolen by the shepards of God from Roman history, to me as I recall everything this decimating old coot said about Mario Cuomo, who may go down in history as the last time you even had any ethics. 

As the praetorians fought among themselves at 2 am at the moveable praetorium of Barry The faerie, gods only can guess what was going on there amid the boys in the band, but, my best inklings weren’t even close to what a disaster you’ve made this, as in losing the popular vote, why, the man who humiliated HIS WIFE EVERY CHANCE HE GOT HAS BEEN RENDERED MUTE, AND THE CRETIN WITH ROMAN DRAG WHO TOOK POLLS TO FIND OUT WHAT TIES TO WEAR, BUT NOT ALWAYS, IS AS mite as Machiavelli said of the Medici cardinals he displeased. He is alas quieted, and finally mute, as statuaries bleed medieval everywhere. A best part, the days of Pompeian winter, which never last as I smart-alecky said, where along with Biden came fatsos from the bbc speak of Rome not even falling, well, signora fortuna, ma’s heroine fixed you good, as Biden left you, what else, in ruins. 

 

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wisuCBGvB4

 

Cato warned about CESAR’S PERSONAL ADVENTISTS IN GAVL, I MEAN HOW’D WANT IT…? DISUSED AS A ROMAN PATRIOTISM THAT FOR THE THOUSAND YEARS NO ONE HAD TO EVER PLY ON THAT MUCH, BUT THEN that was that particular Cedar, literally but a drag queen, no really, he wore a Roman dress made of red, no fooling, sometimes the smartest among us foil no one, Uncle Dickie, THAT WERE THE SENATE TO UNDERWROTE THIS exposition of a queers manliness, this Spartan devotion to the stink of balls, these alders boys of Mars, THAT ROMAN CHARIOTS WOULD BE STUCK IN THAT WASTELAND OF GAUL, Paris was once called “Mud town” with Roman usual right on the buttons, and they have alas been playing both sides of that shameless street, worse than England, for two thousand years. Cato, whose name is besmirched buy being on a think tank of neocons, for whatever that means, although don’t ear as much of that as I sued to as the leading from behind as usual Bush family my father assured me had a strange distaste for Rome, trying desperately make it Germanica of Tacitus and not the other way around, despite their Gallianaus love of wartime fricasseeing rabbits. Cato said of his enemy almost with a dying breath, that Caesar was alas nothing more than a simple drag queen, a female impersonator, son of Venus rather than a off spring of Herculeans, but then always be casting, as Alec Baldwin disunvited, aren"t they always on a stardray night at the baths...?, to the snl golden pratfall;. Could have told yew. Caesar is a dress and a can of cold cream, I guess better than black face, but does any Italian really need it, …?, and a laurel of fabrick as to avoid even the lathe decay of plants he so feared in the lands and the comedians of war, --although self appointed cvnt daytime drag cow Joy, the white woman yet un-fired as opposed to colored’s and brunettes at the dishwasher Drone kings of the year, was upset that they’d call it a theater of war, sire this as slur, such is elites at Ann Marie’s mausoleum, the bowling ball of long gone Omnibuses, -- and thus like any Plautus circus act, he went to be death night in the dressing rooms of farces, as the clowns always must. And in the end, hurling sad invective at Sonny boy, he was always keeled with dull stage knives used by senators as usually as show. Every senate falters and its chariots contort and rust as there is alas a Lindsay graham who smiles for the ethic of never duding too soon. 

 

 

Another crash of the computer happened as saw a sc card I use for the sleeping of things kept, and comics I find from my misspent youth, seemed to fall asunder and apart, and I have found that went have sent stung out before that it strangely returned to some unkempt earlier version though was sure I had at leaned it up some before I took those files off of Instagram and blogger before sent them out. All I cared about doing though I’m issuing recova and seeking much of it had all returned to not drawings so much as a generic moon over a white digital mountain denoting that a picture was once here, was indeed images of Ma and my family, as the rest of it all, at least, can funny go to hell as went from being told I was the kind of acceptable ethic who then needing included in the new Yorker because of a repute had made among some with pieces of my first book ever being accepted into a Jesuitical magazine named, I think I critically have this rite and am not fooling, Score magazine, or something like that, on heavy stock paper that was cheap then and now is considered résumé quality 24 pound stuff they couldn’t give away and its cold press garlanded teeth, and with imagery supplied by woodcuts either in Dore public domain or done for paints by the brethren perceives then, and now know I am the kind of ethic that they there want nothing to do with, to begin with. 

I ENTERED SOME contest type thing, I think, looking for scenes one’s written for a possible court room drama, and with a completely useless and in rags version of my Italian American Perry Mason, Virgil Girth, teleplay, sent in the fulcrum scene in which he, a large, Jesuitical, legal genius of a man, there is a reason I root for the behemoth smart ass from Oxford on a show called the Chase he is called the beast. I cleaned up that scene in which Virgil has been sublet into a law firm, based on the then seen often Good Wife as the now fired Lillian Putnam --i.e. Rachel Maddow, has been indeed let go, this as was written in 2017 before ma went by the way, and the great lawyer has called to the stand the George Will of the piece, a man called by him a cult leader of a slithering strip, the Rhinos who have stampeded to take over GT owned Mutual broadcasting company. WHEN DONE AND EDITED THE FIRST TIME, MY BROTHER SAID, DON’T SEND IT INTO ANYBODY, STAY QUIET UNTIL THESE IDIOTS DESTROY THEMSELVES, AS FUNNY THE DEVOTION TO BIDEN BY DEMOCRATIC LEGIONS HAS BECOME, …IS HE STILL HERE ? Which shocked no Italian ever, never could. I guess it was indeed posted somewhere, as it starts out very Colombo and then ends up Tenth level on Horace Hooter, and again all roads lead back to Joe Califano in this and the republican getting too close to Robert DiNero, as I did midweek get one of those 431 three digit risings of stats, which as proceeded by nothing. Its called CAT ON A HOT TIN ARMAMENTARIUM, and what bothered me so in writing it then and still does worse now is that liberal television a war company now festooned with an  afternoon dance party of Negros, now worse with Bess and Lana Lang, I am not a praetor calling people still coloreds, dykes, and anyone willing to hit their marks until David Ignatius says that’s enough of the Jew haters at schools he couldn’t get into. Socking it to the fat hoggish ex deputy who had a eye for the Tallahassee Lolita’s like his enemy did. And how they allowed these brazing purple people eaters, Bush Interregnum office boys, to take their party, deposit the bloody, brutal, coin, abating brought not only war, but torture to American polices. And for that, dear Strega Hillata, as Ma called her, will pay, as wont you all…? as pointing out quid pro quos ,as a nun might say, was a wedding vow to her, and Hubba hubby loved Sallust more than I ever did. What’s red and laughed alone….Karl Rove. He wins the case, an every cent of Lillian’s money, he is a lawyer and thus a mercenary and not a knight, he tells her, and when angered but somewhat admiring of the advocate the head of Netscape MBC the head of the network tells she will never work in TV again and is finished he gets his attaché case and walks past and says, who isn’t…? 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMDa2LL9qCg&list=TLPQMDUwNjIwMjVzu7ox6WoymQ&index=4

As filthy little Bidey prepares to sweep up his last spotlight, after a life in the mezzanines of the theater until a mistimed third act, I must say, my Moneta was always on Roman Bill to give the eulogy on this retelling of the Satyricon and I know who would have that copy, if not on paper, somewhere on a thumb drive, ready to weep at all the rights parts. Posh, the censored rag the J3w York Times demands peace be into the copse Buddy Pal, the last weatherman,, but alas, they have been building empires over your dead body Marcus, since time immemorial and when I saw that the local sludge pile of old History channel trash was showing indeed the decency of barbarians the day we saw a tape that like the man upon the stair who wasn’t really there, as there like ghosts I could guess where Biden was ahead to now, sooner rather than later, as going back to your farm was never an option. Too bad, I say throw rotten tomatoes at the funeral procession, have porky Karl Rove lead the way to the shining river, have John Bolton as Cantor, and heft hurl Biden into the Styx, where he belabored all along, as once again, a man named Lucas Sejanus, irony is the soul of wit, or tragedy or something like that, said that Caesars come and they go bit praetorians last for ever, he said that though right before Tiberius cut his throat. 

 

 

 

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrO4YZeyl0I

 

 

 

 

 So no prayers for the Biden ashes, as Gore Vidal had him indeed pegged when he said when I was in middle school before thrown assuredly out, how dare I admire Virgil here in Tolkien’s novo Germania, I say, I toast the Italian women left to die in nailed shit old folks homes, and soldiers left as brown trash, if came home at all, …now when the processions hews by I suggest anyone who lost a son of a grandmother in his deathly throws, when the man in amber is dragged by, be a dear Bill, and look at your Rolex. These girls of Italy as the line goes, although it sounds like Coriolanus, I have been told it is not by well wishing dame, not that I much care about a church who killed Giordano Bruno, nor shovel the works of a literalizer that charted Cymbeline. What did Gore Vidal say on Johnny Carson as I mention in 2018 mo less, that Joe Biden lives for one all thing, he must somehow lie in state, …if he hasn’t already. Now burn those second set pf books, girls! So, Bill has it dawned on the Giucciardini of Little rock yet that a lifetime of listening to the winds whipping, always fearing the tempest and a wet finger in the air, ah it writes itself, like primary colors, whose Suetonius charms weren’t heraldry hated by Whoopster as much as a hearing the caliber of old coot they inflicted on us over the and on the graves of all those Italian Grandmothers, if not on the grave of Lew Parker, who as I said back in the golden age, remained all the little girl’s who were devoted to that’s who and its free to be ethics of my own stony raced pop who glared at me just as he did to Don Hollinger, although I hadn’t even once worn drag by accident in that Technicolor, and I devoted to that Persky Denoff age I thought as out there at least until the bush family flooded the plebes with AIDS AND CRACK,  veranda of Neil Simon. Ah yet, despite all of that, this morning amid sent an email from a magazine that indeed have gotten THE SABINE ANTHOLOGIES, OF THE LARGER ANCIENT ROMANCE, AND IN UNFITTED WITH LEAVES OFF THE TREES BEFORE THE DECAY OF THE EMERALD CITY THAT trash like Colbert thinks can ignore as she brings in his kick line of fbi chorus boys, and hopes to god that he didn’t take Virgil’s escalator to the Stygian death and is forced to believe or pretend to believe he believed in any of this f==king, ah the load bearing word at GE, to even start with. 


The junket, seven empires in ten days that began in Bactria, is over. Next week I hare that the rubble of the ethnic preatiorium is going to make a consent of the senate decree coming out for tooth decay, as oosped to thin veiled attempts at petaphila. Right this way Mister De Gaulle. Ah the trauma of 42 comes full vicious circle, as think of Mort Drucker as the middle aged seediest boy chick is stuck, in the Parisian mud…?, with a cartoon Jennifer O’Neil made to look ancient. Oh, beautiful for specious skies….