THE TRIAL OF FIGARO.

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New York Versus Weinstien.

14. February 2020.

17.

I  was heart warmed to see a show beloved by my Mom called That Girl had returned, as the last time i imbibed in this wonderful fantasy of the emerald city of Capote, and a land of Perskey and Denoff, just a hair removed from Neil and Mel and Carl’s wodnerland, I felt an inner peace. She was a lovely brunette and Italian girl respite from a feast of Janus OF THIS PIG, AND TODAY ON AN IRONIC Valentine’s day, she was on all day, as a Roman girl of the sort that made Cornelius Tacitus eschew the men in drag in Euripides, as that never took off in fashionable environs of Rome. As if just discovered then Pakistani sweetheart Archie Penjabi could cool a raging soul about losing a mother days after it occurred as she had with her dimpled loveliness, then, the return of Don and Ann as new York pilgrims adrift in Merman city, could, like Bob Burgers did twelve hours later each day, allow me to calm a not as vividly angered soul, as i recited the punchlines right along with them.



So I wait to eat each day I get up for Ann and her ABC mod Batman before the grime and Aids cocktails hipness, as see a whose who of great actors beside the late great Ted as boyfriend per excellence, but see Richard Dreyfus, Dabney Coleman, a truly peppy sidekick girl named Bonnie Scott, who unlike  Mary and Lucy, CBS monstrosities, Marlo, ah sweet ms. independent, future gummaddi Marlo, didn't make 15 pounds heavier under threat of perjury, an actual crime as opposed to the bullshit of impeachments now, but whose counting...?

I watch each day as Ann strolls and in frantic Ingenue thrilling goes about the great city, spinning through the fountains at the then spanking new Lincoln center, thorough Soundhiems and Loessers brilliant Broadway, with a tyrant based on L Strasbourg, perfectly played by Billy De Wolfe, and act sadly not dons as well now on the ruins of the Columbia Broadcasting System, and there is Don’s brilliant career as a magazine journalist, we had them then, before, even the vaunted New Yorker would have in its vaunted pages of incomprehensible cartoons and now those left out showing Trump as a war monger as even the rabbinical order of now has its dissonance. And I think of the vulgarity now fashioner as news, anything but showing unseen coffins coming back to unseen mothers. I sing along with sound effects with the Vivaldi of television themes, Earl Hagar's brilliant theme song as the camera pans across black-rocks, if still there, might have been torn down, and not just by Al Kida for the reclamation  project, as opposed to health care concerns that the newly baptized as Mike,  Mayor Bilko, pushed through, with Imam's and Madrases not invited , not that again Barry the deity made anything close to a fuss.

I watch almost pleasant, hard to be now, Ann, as she bops along fifth avenue, with ray bans, and I find, maybe its her black hair, or short bantam chicken like touchiness that my pop always liked about her, or maybe a sister who loved her who had to become a victim of medial circumstance as italics seemingly always do, as i have to hear about spics and their sharecropping American dream when all I got was Talia Shire. A previous years essay called then Fior Gore Vidal, then re-titled as a scattered novel , a first one really written, called Other Cities , Other Pillars, as I am a stinker, about the cesspool the new Yorker and Publishing had in my schemed to become since the golden age of Don Hollinger and the old woman I had seen,  on the then shown Tomorrow shoe, a tomorrow that was never gotten to by Scarlet or Macbeth,  or us, I alas was seen somewhere, where else, by a scout for this PEN cabal. I felt like it was 1974 again and the Jesuits came to St. Peters, this one here, or there now, as the society of Jesus had heard of a student they wanted to recruit for their bulldog kennel, as they were constantly on the lookout for point guards, cheerleaders who wore wool skirts well, and Jesuit lawyer students, and not always in that order. It wasn't  the blond polish half breed queer, to his and church ladies dismay as I looked like just another wop hood, a dime a dozen, and wasn't even frail looking enough, like Obama or Martin S, to even seem as smart as the priests thought I was.

It was seen and read, the essay against Will an Grace that made a woman at a known magazine actually stop and think about what she was laughing at, as she emailed me back. Ah concern and interest is nice, but, if I cant place it on my resume, at page 13 now as devoted each acceptance to my Ma on the other side of the Moon, in the noble comedy and not Tennessee’s joke book, as admiration I’ve  have had enough. And how some f*g on parade here, doing a queer Jerry Helper take, now suddenly not as vanguard or as beloved as it was in the age of Monica, but then, what ever could be...as they try to forget where they had been and how they all got here.


21 FEBRUARY 2020.

18. The shamelessness that my father and the jurists said was at the Dis ice center of this cesspool , down where Brutus now a lesbian or a poli sci hack weeps with a Cassius meant to play Too Jewish, was shown relegated as much as anything, and ever before. The bloated, jellyfish skinned, Jewey,  doge, worthy of a hidden Shakespeare play, batters and buffers himself through unhatched unseen debates that lost their charm,  when Cornelius grandson, told the plebes to not actually applaud for Newt, their champion once, as there was already too much money and soot wrapped up in the smarmy little negro who'd they'd make a saint before he had to be a liberal.

Now, with stop and frisk again acceptably grandfathered in to the black trash, whose captains are always looking for the charm of a post dated check shown in commemoration  for the Bloated Jewish Macher, who runs for praetor in a worse year than even fellow chosen golden boy Al Al  Franken had to deal with, Bloombergh tries to get enough spear careers in his commercials of hard sell,  as in antidemocratic politicos, as my father warned me, ethics belong to who got in the bigger check.

Maybe not a year in which a distracted DA is trying corporeality to walk that line, as certainly doesn't want to make any precincts lost, by cobbling precedents,  by getting any fat bloated piggish rapist in jail whine he has this many pictures of him beloved by the uninitialized Gods of novae Roma. The Frankenwienie case drags on-wards, befitting someone who thought wrongly that Annabella Sciorra—and by the way why does singing Waiter wiseguy mob councilor, Arthur Aida whatever, the bald one, why dos he keep calling a fellow Italian , always the best names for pleb victims as Tacitus and the Clinton marriage shadowed, why dos Lex here keep calling her Sciorri, as if he cant say the name correctly, like a  Bush brother running for a presidency he will never get…? Too much time, I fear at Fox 5, AS HIS WICTHIPOO COMPILER MAKES A MISTAKE, I THINK, as even a wholefoods producer of two films about Harvey, ah Capote merits, but what do I know, as she sues a tactic I thought was discredited of what were you wearing …?, asked of a rape victim. She dared asked to rape victims, which my mother in fact said was a gimmick used by an Italian lawyer, one step above Cahlhoooon, if that, a relay I mentioned to Rachel Maddow, often, a thug  named Mumfredi, who she said, was brought in lest the Italian girls then dare to cry rape as the cheating husbands knew that they could merely trash any Italian woman vociferously who dared mentioned that husbands were depreciate for the Beatrice factor. A belladonna effect as she called it since I was a kid,  that their white bared, mayonnaise wives could not even pretend to give. There is a reason that one like Harvey could  lionize Huck Finn, dimwits blond hags like Gweeennnittth Pal-trow E Pal-trow, and not succumb to beguiling Annabelle as he did with chocolate dicks, and DVDs of Roz Russel as the girl Friday...see…?, as his Madonna whore complex was there, just as perforated as he did everything. A man cant constantly lionize and hagiography white women, slaves and holocaust victims without making his darker parts even more darker, a kind of Jewish Strombolis chiaroscuro, that came with a serrated edge. I mention Rachel Maddow as used to bothe—hect--connect with her, as was asking even in ‘16 if she knew who Ambra was, and how she could cry and carry water for a hag who had Stromboli on the payroll. But then if anyone has decline and fall written upon their foreheads, as Mom said, it was that two pigs from Hot springs.



AS  let Harvey Korman, the ruins if Mira-max ‘s gray flanneled hack on CuriaTV say that if let go as he thinks he should be in new Judea, that Harvey will become a Schweitzer and build hospitals, maybe Rape trauma units in his name, as shamelessness is outre business at least since Colbert came from buying crullers and underage girls for his Rob Petri Louis CK, and became the heir to Merv Griffin, whose very same theater marquee and name shines there as Donald Hollinger races back to Newsweek magazine, which now I take it would be allowing a dago hag like Rotundo would be suing for jury stammering. Sorry, Tampering, as if!,...like shes that sharp, as I’ve gotten sued to hearing Curia Radio play Donnaluch stammer in transcript form, when she got answers she somehow wasn't  expecting, as she  made the mistake of actually believing the filth-bucket she was reduced , when child killer barristers and Old Eli Wallach looking shysters said to Harvey to take a walk, in Bay-side Parlance.  But again, my mother spoke of the belladonna factor, and I think of its Machiavellian equal opposite, the Coppola factor, in that eventually there must be some Jews not on the clock, not with bags to take from here to there and back again, as the tragedienia isn't that big and west sdies and west sdies aren't as divergent as you'd think as north and south happy lil islands are, I wonder how much shit a jew can eat before he thinks, as I did with the Sopranos , that I and we don't deserve any of this lawyerly, clever, shit.

So, Harvey made  the most jeusitcail of mistakes, though it sounds wrong, it is not, he stakes too plainly and openly how many angels dance on the head of a pin , but does so at the Kremlin of my boyhood where they all , and I mean all, said how much they love Mayday and not in a Dante and Beatrice way. Harvey, true to his puppetry form, has in fact, shown my dad was right when he said to me, sad that I had been given an interview at Stanford, but for cinema, a fake art form which is what it is cackled by Martin Scorsese when the old wop with snits while making films with aforementioned Harvey, or filling the days with being a commercial pitchman, for Rolex's and jolt cola, again jokes of mine coming true. You're boring Harvey, as each nano second that goes by, each interview Seema must give to the great Gadzoo, or attorney Ratso who shysters woppishly for the cameras, as Jewish judges were there, but there little proof of, - like Sasquatch, or Gloria Allred that sadly and prefect brings up Scott Peterson as your doppelganger—Ouch!--each second is more dirt on your unkempt, unnoticed, unwanted grave, as burn in an Inferno that DA sonny boy, never wanted and by looking at a disjointed strange butterfly ballot of a jury form, poor Cyrus the small is unsure which bribes to take at all.




Last year I write a piece that got the usual accolades, IE, send more later just not so, you know, called the Manzoni papers, about my Mom's favorite writer  , Alessandaro Manzoni, and his tower of a masterpiece. It is a brilliant book, called the Betrothed, about two poor shlub Italians, the real Romeo and Juliette, say, the Italian ones, caught in the gears of imperial, or worse than that, medieval power plays. The ratios of power it is called by Calvino, a way I have tried to write my own small new journalism template at the Harvey trial, as sometime think I am the last one who read In Cold Blood or The Right stuff, as now ewe know women who laid it on thick and won awards that should have been given to Mia Farrow Junior, instead were sued as ways to cleans dear old yen-ta Jodi and such, who we know know, when Ambra did everything that woman are now pilloried for by various Jewish pontiffs on Curia TV, well, she was instantly and immediate called deranged and other vicious things, a basque connvivio for the Italian girl,  for some reason we had to save the blotted Jewish creep who was raping girls, probably, like Tiger and Rotheleisberger, the right ones, meaning sadly brunettes, to show the waste yard that he and enemy Scorsese helped make a pit that my father never liked, and never was stupid enough to buy into its con of decent tenements, and nobelsets savages kept in North Dakota winds.

So, he goes against the Roman rules of circus and becomes that most un-Roman thing, a bore, not even willing to take his bow, hiding as he slithers into a courtroom, looking like something from a Warren Comics page of horror comics, as I rethink, the colorful four color goriness of Wally Wood in EC pulp pages was alleyways beyond and beneath him, and that is no compliment as he lives out his infernal creed by poetry written not by an Italian genius but a hollwyood hack, a front lets say, with no Zero to make it at any point sad enough for care.

02/24/20

19.


As was boiling eggs for a late breakfast and a magazine from the Writers guild I joined came, almost concurrent with this bulletin, They at Curia TV cut into a  usual case, I.e., about blacks either killed and or caught by 5-O, I was altered by a Brother, that the case of the modern Fatty, came to a dower, dire end. I was peeling eggs when saw that a hallway showed that he was found not guilty, which angered me. No, a voice said from the other room, No, hes found guilty on the second charge for which I thanked Libra, the Roman goddess of justice, still hovering over the courtroom temple, whether finger-painting patricians like her or not. And again I impress my sharper yet more romantic  brother, as  one count as found guilty against Jessica Mann, a girl prettier than any i've ever had and wouldn't have abused so willingly as gave again Caterina's one part after a next. How did I figer that, he saked, as knew , some ingenuity part of me, still a Jesuit schoolboy that I heard the chimes at midnight and he abused this woman, and making a rape victim race from the box in tears is stupid even for a woman to have thought out. I was glad to know again the inferno has a pig that ate its own tail, and the Orobus is encircling itself.

I as the jury lets him die as say a Polish Pope had, to the pinpoint that all drama is bled out of it, more like pig at slaughter than anything any Jewish minion can use to any advantage, sorry, have to say here, publicly, as have parts of Artist and Models out hither and yon for your considerations, let me get this straight….When ten years ago, I was being lectured to by Project Green light, for scripts about Italian killer bankers, Etruscan myths, Italian men hung in the Klan fortress of Fort Lee New Jersey, and the crumbling Roman Senate, that while that was happening, the doges of Venice himself, I could be sharper than that using your poems of imperialism, was raping and tarring and abusing every cute brunette that me and my buddies in art school loved….?  Cause again there is something sad about that.

Despite , maybe because of white hags and c**nts of the court page who seem investing in letting Herod here rape whoso ever he liked as long as the bought and paid for character witness that was paid to testify, not their daughters, god knows. As I always wondered what would have happen if Monica was blond and a Wisconsin heifer cheerleader type, but then that might by lastly we I never liked as a Jesuit pre law boy, hate speech and hate crimes laws,. As the wolves in cheap clothing know and even telecast which sheep to mangle, don't they…?

Yes, now with breaking news that in the second actual day of deliberateness by hour counting, that indeed Harvey, HarrrVeeeey, has been decked again by the image of a Sad Roman clown, Ralph Kramden who waylaid him good. He is free of the top charge, as that would necessitate that this jury would actually believe pretty ANNABELLA, and my mother warned me, not too long before her end that this  was the way we chissel  now. That is sewer system, with me and others as a Black coated Lime, certainly not that broad jumping cartoon gumba jew who wouldn't take his bow, that Martin Scorsese helped make into a cesspool with Marble walls, as Caesar so long ago aptly covered the dying Roman senate. Another Stromboli falls to the earth and cashes as Jews finally have been want to do in the shadow Interregnum of a hag who never knew when to quit. And there, just as I said, floating over our Hollywood Salo, a Beatrice above the Jewish Sysosste cesspool this thing was, as actually found it wearing and regretting the longer it went on, there was Ambra, the Italian girl who desperately begat the whole thing.



It was no yentas nor blonds not Fox Five hags who started this as much as Ambra did, a name meaning much to me, as used it as a name of one of my cartoon anti heroes, Ambra Rimea, which means Dark Poetry, as I had as usually rewritten the story of Germancius, one of the first Roman stories, that I had overwritten down as a kid. Ambra in the new Amsterdam  sunshine stood firm and as a Lucia, who was the one who brought the Shylock doges down. I'm sure Shylock is hate speech by now, as of all days to show that Signora Fortune is turning her pretty, dare I say, Orange Cheek against the curia, and when that happens, daffodils who lunch dinner and midnight snack, woo, watch out! Ambra stands vindicated , as the bowling for shysters has crashed and burned again, which is why the brethren adored me so, as kept this law fandango from looking too much like Jewish theater and more like Roman farce,  as it was meant. I wish to say here, placed a screenplay called PYGMALIA, on a vineyard pretending to be a Cineretta studio called Zoe-trope, and it was taken down quickly, as the haled full wops, and such of that vineyard called me Anti-Semitic for having a bloatware buffoonish character in that play based on Harvey and his rivealry with Victor Glissando, Scorsese, who in real life, though.



There was no Metamorphosis that Martin was planning as was Victor under the Bolted doges hooked nose, but those are the cum stained hands with which Martin made sure he mad another Gangster  Movie this time with the dared Irish. I feel my dad was righter than I ever gave him credit for, but then he knew the Roman books that Billy the kid pertains to have read and read them in original Latin and Italian, which I dint want to, and yet thought him the peasant and the paranoid. My mother wanes even in dreams from THE MUSIC OF THE SPHERES AS Chanley meets with Ambra on a sidewalk summit, as the shysters cons were made mute with her. That who you did business with , Hollywood creeps as Jack the agent-producer who liked Roman Mythology, at a distance, told me. That whose hand you had on Sicilian puppets in what my pop said was a minstrelsy show and a puppet show without the artistry.

And on this day no less, wop trash like sash wearing sonny boy Cuomo bitches at the goys about a prescribed love of Jews, irony as the Germans call it, as I do think how sad it was that as I was being lettered to about jokes allowed in the age of Mel Brooks that I was being tutted at and lectured to by  girl Fridays, lets call them Claudine Pimps, who let this animal run roughshod over only it seems Brunettes, who like Ambra weren't playing to the tenth row. And, affable good-fellow, that's fellow well met, a favorite on Curia TV of mine, Ted says sadly, Ambra had her life taken away from her, as even being a rape victim in this crucible with rabbis allowed in as prosecutors is a finish line to women, no matter how many twitter followers you collect.  So, good night unto you , Harvey and the hags who came to your defense against one too many deadened brunettes, always be casting Harvey dear and learn that the dumb brunette act put Dame Hillary where she is hiding today. As pretty, lovely, Chanley stands at the hall of Justinian, as a later Vestal as I have said, in the sunshine and the now breaking up crowds of plebs and as Harvey is remained and fingerprinted showing that again the Orobus has started to eat its own, I say give me your hands if we be friends and Pinocchio shall restore amends. In the piece I had sent out that amused some, and angered others, about Manzoni, I had stated back when Epstein was still hanging on a –yeah, Rope, I said that all this dump needed to be more like a medieval Italy without the warmth or the charm, medieval doges crushing the poor Saps who merely wish to live lives outside of the Rodrigo's and Bilbo’s who wish to rape one Lucia after the next, was a Shylock, a pandemic, and somebody raping the wrong brunette.

WE’VE MADE OTHER PLANS, AND THEY DONT INCLUDE YEWWWWW...

It appears every August birthday of this rancid Resistance, again dont trust a Bush when speaking in French, the Jesuits taught me enough at the boys room to know that, I seem to be pounding out  late summer work for someone else.

This is a varying degree of success,as  somehow despite scads of work I’ve posted, low level comikers think somehow they will get something else besides Venus and Hercules all i have ever drawn since third grade and all i ever will. But have gotten my share out there, despite a Jew York Ti-ems coven and a convent of fat chicks thinking they could be an actual college of cardinals and decide a presidency, as they think they have and can since got a pig in a poke to get in, despite say having never shown his tax returns, unasked for when we needed to get a crime bill in, and if a largest stockholder of both Smith and Wesson and Walmart, and also Private jails wanted to wet her beak, what the hey...? So, am diligently reworking Hercules again, this time as The Black Knight, the last roman centurion in that wasteland that Barry's beloved Conan clomps along,a s it was a cartoon in which Aquilonius Silva, his name, eviscerated a Conan look alike, was seen as too much to an industry where Conan's bloodthirstiness was just fine, and soon would be torturing Lois Lane, BETWEEN THE HOMILES. i AM DOING MY BEST TO Hal Foster THIS UP, AS WHEN A KID, SAVED THOSE GORGEOUS PIECES OF ART WORK CALLED PRINCE  VALIANT, NOW CLEARED OUT BY A THOUSANDTH CALVIN, WITH A THOUSAND HOBBES. 

Still, But, I must admit a real love of this latest swerve I saw coming, as waredn Roman Bill to get out of Dodge , or better Salem, as best he could, lest again hed find out maybe he was the one, and not, Trump who had a target on his fatback, and had more to lose, as he like a character in dc comics was binned in long boxes of past. He was depersonalized, as if never made of ink or blood or drawn ay all. Duck Amuck. He’s now  wiped out.And now, in dibs and drabs, house everythings like Lester the molester  on NBC and Greek handmaidens have to explain how the stupidity of the people were for thinking ill of a couple who once wallowed in so much shit that the monuments they have made out of it, as seen in the history of your hated and demeaned Italy, are melting in the rain. As isn't it interesting that hours after i mentioned Mario Cuomo as the closest thing to Virgil in this peculiar hell, that nosy boy, Doofus, would so be taken aback by a hurled epithet, Fredo, that he’d didactically as some noted in lil Italy, as they always do, that he’d be willing and able to play into that role as the muddleheaded Sonny's that Jews used as muscle, back when the Bush Family  was still keeping them out of Yale and the Stork Club. Now who could believe that something out of the Godfather could possibly be a slur, as if despite the handwringing if it wanst for wops making their variations of TV aged Titus Androncus fulfilled with blood, no one would be watching a film industry that Oliver Stone percipient said would get too cute. 

How I wish my Mom could have lived long enough to have seen the beginning of the tasteless Program again like Italy this time against rich and powerful Jews, showing i was right again when mentioned Marcus Agrippa as their go to. I cant Wait until the enw found chorus of Pretty ,as the Jewish comedy writers woulds say, Brainy Brunettes, Della Streets all, of Court TV are doing color on the trail, yes told a gal use trail and trial indiscriminately as have watched a lot of Paladin, of fat bloated Shylock, my there are many of them now, thsout hast conquered Andrew Young! I CANT WAIT UNTIL ALL THESE PRETTY ETHNIC GIRLS ARE IN THE BOOTH TO WATCH THIS PIG FALL TO EARTH, lets Go to the Tape, Seema, AS A BAG PF SHIT CARTING BALLOON, AS PERHAPS AGAIN THEN THE BLONDISH HE AND HIS IN-LAWS POLLUTED FILM WITH FOR 75 YEARS ARE PERHAPS WEARING FUNERAL BLACK.Welcome to Coppola’s rammed down my five year old throat, it was Jesuit school after all, HOOO BOYYYYY!!!, DREAM of Italy come true, men in white suits and Sachs and each day a Columbus day, which i wait for with baited breath this year as AOC isn't sure what side to take in that principled stand what with her whiteness skin color and streetlight straight black hair being a conquistadors bequeathing. I  WOULD SENT Wendy Fiore IN TO DO COLOR,

THE DAY i AS A JESUIT LAWYER WOULD CALL Bill Clinton TO THE STAND, MAKING IT LESS like Anatomy of  Murder, or Orson as Clarence in Compulsion, no Attic-us Finch for me, though have always loved Gregory Peck since Roman vesaps my mother watched wistfully when I Was A boy. Let me have at Bill Clinton, hoped that Negro boy queen put him on the court, but his Miss Anne the one he bombed Magnis Leptis for, didnt want it soooooo...as i wanted to see that ball of shit go up against similar Italian- ate shyster Scalia, but alas he wouldn't be firfst lady either. I would have loved to see a #metoo parade of starlets with him as Flotus, wow there be a word Hillary sues with out least compunction, but alas think the only parade would have been going out the back door of the east wing, alert Sorkin, we have another setting for his overbolied an insult of Ma’s, Preston Stergis. A clutch of bunnies once hunted for,  when Hillary was under siege with missile attacks. I was tired of what was going on in those perversion castles that Manzoni couldn't delineate as did later genius Pasolini, boy Clinton agelessly tip toes through, to the point, me without the frame of a Answer like point guard couldn't chance it,as Aids was just then an early frost and Georgetown the north pole full of toy-making elves, all yet to be given voice by a screaming later Plautus, who would strip mine the graves of Zero and Jimmy Coco. It wasn't Inherent the wind but the Great race, a line i had Christine Baransky used  in my Spec Script, A BROTHER SAYS DONT SEND THEM. He still thinks Lorne Micheals stole my mob skit and ruined it in 1980, and dont feel like bothering to tell him not, that Lorne by then was gone before he realized hwe had found hid Chuck Noll’s lives work. Like, how wonderful to know that a raid of the Lolita compound, happily gone to while Wifely Hillary was failing and Flailing, like Tacitus alliteration is job 1,  in the fields of Campagna, yes why we still call it that, censor all you like, but no one can un-see an image of the wall,of Xanadu,  at least I called it a Villanovis, in my older tale, again to those in power who live in implausible deniability,  down to collected Sabine girls, welcome to the Satyricon, girls. 

The Commentaries of Clinton--The war years. 

There was, seen by a swat team going up in class than usual, an image of Bill C., one time catcalling clay Roman, as set in a blue shmata and heels. Do remember to wipe your feet, dears...Ah yes, Bill in not a Toga Prextera, the Etruscan dress blues, but a Dior fabulous original hung up there, with a marionette as pendulum in a weddings dress, showing this was never the Roman lives, or even Petronius, but just another flagging, shitty, The Good Wife episode, after everyone likable left, or was pushed out. oh, Bill, i thought you were more Roman than Greek. Yes i think once weave gotten to a painting in Drag hung on the hidden wall of a Jewish Shylock child molester, maybe you shouldn't have been as vicious to the Italians as you have been. So, again I await the flub machine, Bidding,  walking in a Sicilian parade, next year, a good year, my parentage on parade, as have an inkling as wonder if a post with no slurs i can think of doesn't bother a peanut gallery Twitter now being both Pat McCormick, and RW APPLE, i think Bill in drag isn't anything new as best Senora Fortuna saw him in such a garb when he was in that which i eshewed and almost feared, within the hidden vestibules of a bball factorized Georgetown.