THE NIGHT THEY STRUCK COLBERT’S SET. 18 July 2025

Trump is better man than I am, as Jesuit Tony would be rubbing the curia's and Mother Hubberd's nose in it all. I want to read the #Epsteinfiles the same way I did pour over the Starr Report. Who again was talking about Iran Contra as the glum and gloomy Lucifer  was murmuring in Shady Graves....why that was me. 

The Democrats and J3ws, sorry, the wops have kept their size of crimes to a smaller take, have never been so low amid the fruited plane. WATCH FOR A CONCLAVE IN WHICH THE COLORDS ARE PEELED OFF AND BE SURE TO WAVE THAT NEEDED TO BE BOUGHT AMERICAN FLAG. 

After the sun had went down, my brother came in to tell me that my arch enemy Steven Colbert HAD INDEED AS I HAD FIGURED SINCE HIS FLAUNTING OF EQUAL TIME LAWS and sadly showing a devotion to his own need to be a imprimatur chewing political big shot and not just carry water for the Curia, had indeed been fired as I said, this time the stopwatch ticks for thee. He told me again I had the crickets of the ruins of flavian's amphitheater truly pegged right and why wont I use a pencil to make marked next to numbers for the next big lotto, and when I do I am always one off, but again am close enlightened more than ample  for gummit work. 

 

 

Now, who saw that coming...? 

So, my brother told me that this smiling cretin was indeed gotten rid of as I predicted with having taken the democratic primary rubber stamp and tired it into a crumbling cookie, and asked if I wanted to get on the magic box and see what happened, as he was watching Newsmax which at this hour I eschew. I wasn't missing Brooke and the Beast for this creep, or Ralph and Ed, although he did tell me that Colbert was not even  brought in and given a heads up or even made to leave the the Cyclops, hat in hand like a rumpled aging image from a Mad primer about ad men. After this, thought of actually watching Law and Order, for a first time in eons, as have taken a liking to the belladonna aspect of the pretty second chair to the nervous shop class valedictorian—always be Casting-- who is immutably mis cast as an Esquire, and with the aids victim from Deltas show as DA, and then of course to Lorelei and her mother comedy. I was in for the night and gradually didn't care enough about our latest CBS victim, our last Tommy Smothers, as pop told me to avoid television and movies with almost his dying breath, as Steverino goes the way of Robert Deniro, as like the Romans hate a traitor, I love treason but I hate a traitor Caesar said, looks whose talkin', the Bush family thinks are all fascists, concigdlaiere James Baker said as much on Charlie Rose  ...first Charlie and now Steverino, and not over broken bar straps, my my the democrats might actually have to buy time. BUT IT ACTUALLY MADE MY BROTHER, SHARPER THEN ME LAUGH, THAT STEVIE wasn't even given a head's up to gave that last moment on the air with a modicum of prescribed ad libs, and had to as they say broken wing it, and if anyone would stay around to fulfill his commitment and live out his act, who wouldn't it be....? Ouch, I said, The Inferno hath no fury like a Redstone prescribed. Never play cards with a man named Doc, never eat pie and a place called moms and mostly never ever do the bidding of a woman whose own husband humiliated her. 

You said, my brother said, that his humiliation would be televised.  That's Swanee River...?!, I said to his laughter, he cares more about this than I do, although I was one of the ones earliest censored for saying #repealandreplaceColbert, as if that wast always in their back pocket. As, what bothered me the most about this smirking creep, yes I had seen that sort of Cheshire cat smile near the boys rooms at Saint Pete’s as some like me were admired by the brethren and herded to Jesuit city Georgetown, and others hanger ons with gentleman’s c’s and with the sort of society of jesuits that held on for dear life amid the Pekenpah swamps and Okeefinokee badlands f the Tallahassee highways, what was so offensive to me that after a life when I was epcayed to admire and take part of demeaning my fathers race as I was supposed to do, and take the ledgers of Shakespeare AS A KIND OF HOLY WROTE OF Antonius’ and Catherine’s long before me, this time in being hurled off of what was it…?, tumblr  for three days over my dislike of a stinking, creepy, catholic bamoiure from the Paraera hills, and being to  love and watch my words over a  clown a pallchci who had his own chat show made me flush with italic rage.

 

 

If I had known an aging cretin would be casting a papered chasse of torn up bought term papers for a d student old coot who they had found finally as educable to George will and the dons of the CIA, had I had at all known any of that, god knows I would have been a better son to a father who told me a Yale professor had sent him a letter on boola boola stationary that we were a family who had somehow survived all this time within and amid the ruins, and that we were indeed related to the general Gneas Julius Agricola, who may or may not be required reading at Yale poisoned ivy colored brick and not Augustan marble walls, dispensing on who and what that old duding man has to make it up to somebody to have stayed in power, as long and as drearily as he had to do In a piece I wrote and have little faith in getting done, or published, called “JULY IS THE MOST IMPERIAL MONTH, IN WHICH I EQUATED THE DEATH OF ALWAYS SCHEMING AND DROOLING Biden TO A CURIA LONG AGO, AND TO A DEAD ANTLER Buck left on route 356, as I have along side I have been able to have a boom in being accepted lately , scene I was one of the few who could say with pride that I hadn’t been so easily lied to along the way and that I knew that eventually Biden would lead them all down the weeds and the dletye of the river Styx as they never had to decency to, like Colbert believe a word of it. So, mister Cerf I must flip over all the NBC cards and say will the next mystery quest sign in pleeeeseee...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v22YbORzDD0

Somewhere Paddy laughs, if not Budd Shulbergh who I never much liked. Its a Toga Party, Hillary dear. As I recall back in the ruins of a Catholic school like Georgetown where I was resenyed as an Italian I could actually go, I must have been wanting to be a mob lawyer, so decent and noble are those who the stole scholastic letters in a death march, I wanted no part of, that I was fingered, as it were, then to write a essay a sonnet, whatever the middlebrows wanted or had room for, and it would be sent for evaluation at the then crumbling and trusted new Yorker as they had no idea then that when they didn't back up their bright schoolboy Capote in his gangrenous haranguing  against the king of CBS that they would indeed pay for it. I wonder tonight if Steverino knows who King Arthur and Tommy Smothers and Daniel Schurr even were, as me and my pop watched that night when the Morrows boy that was Daniel in that sharp toothed hyenas den went off his nut, and caused an always facilitating to the Kennedy graves called then the Democrats, as Daniel showed a devotion to something bounden the even then corralling up the poor to make Martha's Vineyard, called the Love canal and Amittyville then, unto a new Capri for the kind of sissy boys I hated, like Bill Clinton and Obama, who, to be fair, the Jesuits saw through too often back then too. 

I was given an opportunity to write an essay in the image of my poet and my author, even mentioned on the Gilmore Girls Gore Vidal as necessary for the waifs backpack that I never had. I was a making notes on slips of paper sort, and was for an Italian as I was told for the umpteeth time in my life , in case I chewed at the hands that were willing to feed me. I was given an opportunity there that reluctance not many got, as my being from the classical race of Hesparia, who lost everything with Cosnataines baptism, oh wait, it was a now death bed confession,as that signal didn't conquer him until the ends, so you can see stuff like this would be mentioned. It was an essay about imperial loser Remus, aren't we all by now...?, and the bloody plow of the scheming brother and too, a Bodica now as even racists historian admit was a stolen story from an Etruscan queen named, what else Roima, as I had heard father Gore call this rag the police gazette without the warmth and the Capotean friend Cerf say of the twelve Caesars by Vidal, a sort of essay he never wanted to ever seen the Knickerbockers swells pamphlet, ever again. I wrote the piece, disciplining that my hatred for Tolkien and his arsonists leanings dared called fantasy, were just as usual since Shakespeare ripping off Ariosto in an even more degenerate way. 

And, I openly wrote that it as never in my favor, like a hatred for Reagan and Bush, even then, that a love of Gormenghast was never in my profit column. Needless to even recall, that did not go over well with the then pre Vanity Fairing Tina Browns of middlebrow then, the old man from the swifts of Rome had them pegged as I had thought, and had I think a nun whose name I ever forgot give me a look of dismay through pressed virginal corpse lips. I though, for my father, had stood up straight for my race and my genetics against the Scorsese land and movies lionizing boxing animals at that time, and struck a blow against a BBC attempt to make every single one of Willie;s stolen and plagiarized Roman works, Caesars with bluest eyes, with an assists from various Sicilian news papers rewriting a history he had no right to, to use your womanish pleas and words, and having been hurtled from those old dread cove-net rooms, which I now live three blocks from. as it has taken me this long to go that far, I am unsure what became of that chance I had in the alternated cold days of winter to be followed by the bright days of a last summer of Mad Comics then mine, though I doubt, true to the Gore Vidal as seen at a table enjoying life whilst yet another Christian Democratic gummit in old city Rome went down, I did recall my pop telling me of the days in Italian when the then Bush patricians –a romance word un-hated and unsubscribed by them, as Vestals have no place amid the queers of now, god knows, --who I had to make sure they moved Paradiso and Terra to make sure that in 1948 the left alive and starving The Gallery, secret of Santa Victoria Dagos of the crumbling more than ever walls, the Nazi party had left more ruins that there had already been by Barabbas’s long dead, as always wrapped up in superstition and never much liking the pin headed Christies of snake worshiping and babbling tongues, they were certain no mere allow the red army anything close to the street in front of a Flavain amphitheater too grandiose and magnificent for mere barbarians torches to set fire to amid the rapists that even Saint Augustine came to despise. 

I have been told I did a better job with the Biden’s than anyone else did, as I was told when they tried to take a contest winning off of me for writing a book about the Clinton sex scandals back when , which was admired was called cheating cause I took it seriously, as I’d have to having almost been thrown out of school over a boyhood love of pornography then The Satyricon, and now seen as a gem by the gay Advocated, if not a masterpiece of world lusterware by the Times book review when it came up for air , but then for a rag that can be so colonnaded and uncaring about the use of “Genocide” only to brace for the backlash well what they think of the Romans means little to me. I heard the New Yorker , if have enough room may even admit there was a mayors race, or will be, or some such thing depending upon being able to sell its Mad like quality paper in the Robert Mosses--we miss you Lindsay Ellis-- sub Urba that he created for a bus liens seen by early socialists as a free bread, if not Jackie Gleason as comedy fodder when no one else sure did. Jackie never won an Emmy to Carson dismay, but then, a verifiable great actor, Jackie never had that face plastered across the Post as a moment of vendetta made inky as opposed to bloody sacrifice. 

See, again that why I always get in trouble with that sort, as cant just jitterbug my way along and bring up and out a hated wife to eagerly say she loves me, sort of, interita and the valentines of a Visa Card or to dance on the beach as something got past the Guttenberg spokes. So, I did enjoy seeing the monsignor of CBS be the lasts Tommy to go Tilt, sure plays a mean pin ball that one, as he too recalls and records every fat joke made that he was supposedly to bodingly approve of. I was told that I did well, netter than Felix Unger, we were lied to monstrosity, the now better duct taped CNN, I had an inkling that wouldn’t stay as brunettes were laughed at despite themselves, as the unmaking of the president has done well for me, as like real life I kept sightings of Biden like the Sasquatch, sightings to a minimum. Hunter is out there trying vainly to jeep whatever con he had on going, which s why my sharper brother thought he sent out the laptop as to discreet his father, as he warned me would if didn’t get the same pardon that Oliver North did. So I take an almost German like reverence in the sacraments of getting even, vendetta is too Catholic magical a word, a best revenge as again, as Ma would say Revenge is never so sweet as an Italian worth her slay as she was, when you had nothing to do with it, and leave the creep as a victim of signora Fortuna. Oh out of 535 attaches who all think they could or should be praetor, it’s a Petronius virus, one that Gore said can only be cured by sitting shiva, only two came tyo his bedraggled respite, teeth glaring Pocahontas, I wonder though about fellow dark haired Apaches, American Etruscans who didn’t get that seat at Yale, or is it Harvard, whatever, and of course Latka Shifty, who has his own sea of troubles, as I could have said like Woody, the jokes on you Adamo, as unlike the Roman senate they were never racists the Romans, sorry, Remus had to go, unlike those who cant be genociders, because after all Palestinians aren’t, like Human, this one is after all Restricted. I don’t know why people seem almost eager to disagree with me, despite and besides missing out on a wop they might and could use their left over minstercy on, but as I have tried to warn, I do get all the jokes, and I know that anything that Disney Sanitized , like beauty and the beast didn’t come from a page of Italic tales like the Smartest Princess and the frog king, both of which I published as an Italian American girl as a less prissy like Harry Potter, as I would start getting concerned that a Hillbilly with Sallust as a handbook isn’t starting to get ready to make all the crows fly from every belfry he has left. Goodnight Captain Video, wherever you are!  But then, I am, like Jackie Gleason and Johnny Carson, a romantic. 

When sent this image was castigated for mistreated images hateful to American Indians, to which I, smart ass responded, well, see, uhm, I can do Trey Parker too, She is Camilla, the Calabria Sabine Amazon in Virgil, which to Ammiminus explained the Sammentine rapes as Italian girls did look like Patty Fairinelli and Wendy Fiore once. I sold the original to a gal editor there as sometimes happens. 


But, in a moment of kindness, after my brother had asked me if I wanted to take a ten mile drive to a local farm, I did not much, to buy cherry pepperonis , a love of which is requited tio us by our long gene father, as I dressed, my sister took a wooden brush and brushed down my still cow licked hair. She had done something like this before, with another sister who was never my beloved as the elder sister was, when she brought her a comb and asked if she could straighten her younger sisters hair, to which the always on cue and always ready for her close up Montoon as ma called her and her Sarah Heartburn attitudes, made a overdramatic point that the mess on her hair of dyed now ebony was indeed a 75 dollar hair cut from barbare made hairdresser Phillip Pelosi down town at the Mellon center. Eventually, I begged off, and came back after hitting the local dollar general for Capt. Crunch, and a kind of wow pens now no where to be found as another Rite Aid IN OUR DECREMENTED DISNEYLAND BITES THE DUST FROM TOO MUCH HEAVY LIFTING BY THE LOCAL NEGROS WHO KNOW ENOUGH TO NEVER,AS Reverend Pig meat warns, get too close the Apple sto. 

be wary that the senate doesn't run out of money, else it runs out of radicals the next moment.--Lucius Catiline. 

The reason that this all meant something to me now, Is that as I have warned, I am nothing if not the auger of that fallen Roma, then original Etruscan queen stolen like so much by pretend white trash fagots like Cigar Chomping Winnie, who all still doesn’t, despite all the best and worst intentions of fatso Bluto Jimmie Kimmel, as all came to pay tiered respects at again a Shiva that won’t end this time, at the Ed Sullivan theater, so as Lampoon once said goodbye to all of that, New Yorker. George will isn’t my friend mooch less the daffodils on before what was called sign-off , when as the freat Paul  Mooney said, the orgy of television took a breath. That ,before ge started plating turnips on veteran cemetery lands. Why him going though this all now, as even the perpetual bonus boys of south park are knavery that mount Purgatory didn’t come up with Disney like gilding money, ah but then its better to rip off Pirenedllo and Collodi than attempt to understand amid the sanctimonious, like Grimm’s diod, the shady groves of babblers like Basile. Qut There, Coriolanus every night death march is inconceivable to CBS now, is that he will drag the Cyclops through this morass with attaboys from people who would kill him for that desk, the reason that the whole kit and caboodle is being salved, as hes never been funny enough for Roman farce, isn’t it rich, music less Romans tragedy as Augustus wryly said of Plautus, as he threshed the town. Sometimes we stay out here after Dick Van Dyke, some more of that BS of all people Letterman spokes of, he is tow two two Clintons in one!, and shell ask me if THE “GOLDWYN” GIRLS ARE ON, AS Lorelei reminded her of when we had futures. And the biggest joke on Colbert is that the day he was fired was the day that Connie Francis died, although, yes Marcus, she had a fine third act, for a rape victim could. Something tells me Steverino and is ex hero Bill, will not be as loved by Fortuna, as indeed it always does catch up to the second person, singular. 

ITALIAN LOVE STORIES MEAN NEVER HAVAING TO SAY YOU'RE OVERDRAWN...

 

 HE WAS IN DRAFTS FOR WHAT BECAME THE HOLY WRIT OF "Marty", my boyhood hero, along with CC Beck, Leonardo, Virgil, GORE AND YES EVEN Norman THE barbarian mailer who i did like for being a dick to the overfed women that the nuns warned me to always avoid, as ma said, when CALLED THEN gram or Bar or Nana or Ombpalompa Sue or Grand, or whatever whatnot woman who now suddenly juts love negeros, found out that Muffy, Biddy, Vanessa or as Ma called them all, Priscilla, her most hated name, found out that their Suzie cream cheese was Fuqusing a wop, well, then without a warning, somehow whistles were bleating and the white fingers, if not their cvnts were on high dudgeon already that indeed they had been raped. I know about many wops from then who indeed went to jail for no netter reasons some white trash Suzi q, and so i was sure of not finding a Lynda Crater anyway, left them alone. When PADDY LIKE Gore and Reginald Rose and others wrote plays of broad-way quality for Sudio one and the raft and Hallmark theaters, the Philco hour and Playhouse 9o, the original title for his play about the Brooklyn italics and their ilk that were ignored by all but the divinely iinsired Jackie Gleason, who never won and Emmy by teh way as the anti Trumpeters cit their world into thirds, was in fact Love Story. I could never stand that movie, sure i'll read it as a book, give me a break, as to me forever, love means never having to say your sorry will always be no where near the perfected dialog of Hey Marty, what do you want to do tonight...i dunno what do you want to do....? That last scene of "Marty" as he tells off Jerry Helper and Sargent Carter is as perfect a soliloquy as anything Willie stole from Livy. Shaft and all. So as the j3ws and the in laws of hollyrock make such a fiat out of how they now think Asians and queers are actually human, as opposed to Palestinians for go and Wops for show, the first Italian american to win your Gelt Oscare as Orson called it was Ernest Borgnine so beat that with a stick, girls. 

 

 

 

 

 As an Italian worth my salt as the Jesuits and the Franciscans nuns assured me, I think that every month is Roman History month no matter what over fed white chicks like to say. as iw as not shocked to hear that Discothèque Eddie, The Zorhan, didn’t last 72 hours before being strayed by the old grey mare called the New York Times, as what is the point of being a democrat if you cant be a hypocrite. what I love about the destruction of Biden is that indeed for all your love of white trash Vikings and barbarians sludge, arson and scansion he has alas left in ruins, epically enough. 

 

 

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

Sometimes the angels whisper in your ears, as Larry Olivier said, and funnily, the very day that the honking pig who owns the behemoth that ruined book stores, one click means never having to say what is this…?, the bargain basement  that has sent me more sh--t wrongly than what I’ve wanted, got married to a stripper in colors not all red at all, and with a worse caste, I received word that I had been valued into a literary magazine not as pretentious as say the trashy New Y*rker, good bye to all of that was thirsty years ago, and yet I take every acceptance as if a Roman triumph, as anyone who thinks that the Cassias from the Van wyck can use Epstein in our perpetual anti Trump crappola as in fact the boys of midnight return to game shows in reverse Carson, well, I have a feeling that that last chapter of Billy’s Satyricon isn’t getting put on or cracked upon ny any fake liberal creeps. Goddess AOC, you have a call from Chappaqua, angels of the mattina are in dingy candidate white, well its his own fault, as rile one is never give your enemies an even break, fatso. I have received word the day a wedding did take place in a medieval Italian hatchet palazzo, that my Side by Side by Luigi Del Porto, a Saturnalia overture to the unmaking of crippled Bidey, has been accepted. You might ask who is he, why just the man who wrote Romeo and Juliette a century before like so much Shakespeare the sissy took, as the nuns warned me, and my pop, all from the Italians that that queer could get. Like I said I make the perfect Virgil for this wasteland hell, as I wasn’t  shocked when the J3w York Times didn’t take 72 hours before messiah commie pinko suitcase pimp jimmy, left them all with achita and ennui. 

NEXT : Anthony and recalled and re-found schoolgirl Beatrice Lisa in the ruins of house cackling Brunette Kammila, the kind my mother warned me of, worse than blonds. We in garland discuss how all of life is Gilmore Girls episode 21, and why we hate Sal Mineo in all forms and permutations. LAST DANCE. ALL THAT I ASK IS THAT YOU DANCE WITH ME DANE WITH ME DANCE WITH ME…

MAYA LAUGHS AT IMPERIAL DRAG. MATONALIA iii 27 JUNE 2025.

As i was looking over a copy of something called Batman Absolute-- let your freak flag fly, oh Petronius fascist vigilante of the night!, --my brother came in as I was working there cribbing imagery for something as copying finally did play off, a whole page of resume since Saturnalia attests to that, as  I said I haven't been expecting ethics since Pepperoni Bill codswalloped into new Messina, anyway. 

 

He sometimes looks at what I  am reading, and said What is that, he said Bat-Hulk...? He asked me, wait a minute some jackass-[i had to change this from the original  if i wanted it published, making me ask how many sopranos episodes did you watch, dears....]  at Marvel put you down for your "improbable" Michelangelo figures of Capt Magnus, and now that fagg is Lou Ferringo.,,,? As,  like pop he hates dc, marvel too, and it was his EC comics collecting dust that changed my world. NO, I said, recalling Tony-land, that in fact Marvel Joe QUESADA AT A PITTSBURGH POST MURDER COMIC BOOK CON LIKED MY WORK, AND JUST SAID, IN CHORUS, ITS JIST NOT marvel WORK, BUT LOVELY NONETHELESS. It was I, said back, Who that wop at dc who said my work looked like super-powered coloreds before the woke took over the carnival. again proving pop was right. I'm not the one looking for anti pinko exits, am I, i don't even like boxed chicken delight. Then, I saw that despite being in a plastic sheath many unfinished drawings from arts school, I've done well with them too lately, were ruined by some eeking in spread of water , if were lucky, flairs pens natural enemy. So, i replaced what little i had left in my aip portfolio, which all in all inst that different from what they were erasing to do at GE with the democrats that they were stupid enough to steal their way into. so, again illustrated with images that have been accepted along the way. I could, thanks to nuns make a direct line from George Will laughing it up with Rachel Maddow, were they ever on the air together...?,  shades of Cat on a hot tin armimentarium,  a last time capsule of mine, but then, i didn't study Mel brooks and the arts of spit takes all of my life. if you're stuck in the ruins, follow Lucifer back home and do not pass go, and do not collect ...

Lately the democrats  reminding me of a joke I once heard on Carson before the clowns all started to laugh it up at the people , though , Ovid as correct that nothing that says well be right back after these messages can get too snotty, and he was right about old romantic Bill, ah the pig that doesn’t squeal, Francis of AS PORN LOVING SENATORS NOW ARE SPENT, AFTER GENERATIONAL  QUIET AMID THE FACT THAT SOMEHOW, WHO KNEW…?, THAT PRESIDENTS DON’T DO THE BIDDING OF Harrods, where have you been in the cellar, it is war again boys, were off the find the holy grail, toodle loo toodle oo,. As the Roman hero, Marius, has never been so low, as to have to recall all those polls made about what color to make your ties and or mistresses as the plebs have alas paraded away, just like Lucius warned. A traveling salesman sees a farm,, no not that one, but he sees a farmer who has a pig with a ribbon around its neck, and the framer proudly tells him, that this pig is so smart he can read and write and do calculus, etc. When the salesman asks why the pig has a wooden leg, the farmer says, hell you don’t eat a pig that smart all at once. Ah but the days of a boyhood hero of racialism are long gone, we are besmeared surrounded by moneymen Jews, they like a Tacitus like enemy you over here, to the left of us, there to the right, as Megan has indeed left all the three lettered swine farms for the war gold despising of what is called now pod casting, meaning that nothing is heard just the way ge likes it, unless its time for  another royal wedding at the Byzantine, yes they came from there first, mausoleum of the Boccaccio inspired tales of handmaidens who got their jokes cone long ago. I wonder when see that hag and her quasi puritan way of making all the women in the coming plutocracy look like Dominican nuns, as it!-I wonder how many jokes did you make at the salon when Monica was being dehumanized…

And dehumanized is the perfect word, as I saw as once again Firebrand Colbert tear off more carrion like the vultures at Cumae that he can chew, I saw how yet con again, concurrent with his always laying it on thick,  lest anyone recall the death threats made at Asians long before hated, though not as much as the dying goon who was sharp enough to vote against Queens health care bill and thus keep them out of the history books until the memorabilia Johnson trial started,  trump even came down that escalator a dis made ip of cue cards and a sissy Mary queen of the house of Vanderbilt,  getting this just in his whiter than white ears unlent but always for sale, as the hag cvnt, what….?, was it her in THE LAST WALTZ, that she got him to have to say you know how just and fair we are to even the automatic laughter of swells, or thought to be swells or whatever they are this week, laughing undid and unwanted by the curia captain creep, who weaponizes his Merv Slot as even Tommy Smothers didn't do. But then, the folk singer age straight man never spilled raw meat at a black president and a wop speaker emeritus--whoops A, FEMINISM OF COURSE WHEN READING THE ECLOGUES Yes, SPILLING GRISTLE AT THE PINHEADS NOW BENEATH HIM, HAVE YOU MET FELLOW ILLITERATE Samantha Power, Steve…? So, I do await the big break up between the one time Tesla good consumer, oh, how Maya mended he is now that a lifetime of squatting and bra snapping ahs lead to this this, our Cyclops Stan, as was not it her who made him , to I am sure later fuming , he slapped in the efface as since “Julian“, hilarious wife Livia’s mother’s  favorite book, with cold water at a vomitorium more Al Franken than anything dreaded in the more puritan minded senator, though he did have a thing for the dancing girls. He did as I have said, get caught at the rascally minded minstrel shows of Rome, a certain Priscilla did catch his sing both ways fancy, and when the plebs dared ask for a smallest sort of hobgoblin constancy from the engorged smarten senator said, The Greeks, whom the dirty and filthy sued to demean him as slumming at the dancing girls how’s, Tacitus, the no longer the accepted greater Roman historian anymore now that someone saw there is chapter called “the Jews“, I think of it when see never trumpeter give Caesar his due at the Fox den, the Greeks alas to his taste are bemoaned as incoherent, but even beyond salvation. I wonder what he was thinking of that day. Or was her wasn’t  it, I heard Joan Crawford Caitlin had two eyebrows once, but she shaved the top one for television. Italian diminution is done for a reason, hunny. Is she Mildred Peirce, …or Myra Breckenridge…? Whatever, but I am sure that  CNN wasn’t crazed about the idea of brunettes let on the air to begin with, anyway. its better to have Bess and her dishwater charms vouch for the commie rat anyway, more American--er. 

Then, I saw the strappet that Mario Cuomo’s number 1 son was made to become, back up and out of the primordial ooze where they hoped the wops like the Negros would stay the priests warned me of, as I could have said and may have hear that it wasn’t dead Italian grandmothers held against him, but his sleazy whopper attempt to touch the virginal white women, I like beer maiden Beatrice at the may pole, Lauren Graham more than I can stand waif, Paris hated,  Rory, but then Romeo and Juliette and a hatred of it so, at least in English. caused a love for me by the Jesuits that showing me their dick would have just been a gilding of the lily --wooo boy, the puns just keep coming in Petronius! See, oh I feel for you Bill surrounded by enemies, or at least their wives, like Caesar big fellow, - that was alas unneeded. So, I watched a part of a you tube bide until my stomach could take no more, how Cuomo, despite a magical name cone now repelled by whatever Pakistanis alphabet slip can be used by those trying , like him to void recalling that they were Aryan from the jump. You didn’t know, Randy and the rest of the pussycats, well your alderman garbage, and as ma said the thief can only steal less than the doge has, a word like so many Italianate things, stretched out to incoherence  the barbarians in wolves clothing. He, Colbert, had to dehumanize mister Cuomo, and of course lest we recalled the italanaina nanas that Biden saw as bloody slime like his sort’s always first family, as opposed to the first family, that he never quite had, to always slink ahead somehow , after and poll numbers via dammed. I saw how Guvnor CUOMO, NOW A WHITE MAN NAME THANKS TO WELFARE QUEEN OZEMPIC PUSS Whoopee and a suddenly silent Baher, lest she be thought of as anti Semitic, at the mobs wives reunion. He was in fact dammed by our Sejanus of the night, a cross between Alan Thicke and the third son in the lion in winter, and I knew all that the brethren warned me of, the self important, foolish clone who does the bidding of the state, no not a party the state whatever it has metamorphosed into at this late decline and fall afternoon, as Cuomo instead of just being told he was passé or yesterdays papers once peddled by this newsboy for the Daily Planet, I used that line long before he waddled hjis way into Worlds finest comics, we never can get a break from him,. He didn’t read Sully , any of them, but gets the gist, and I knew what we were dealing with in him. Really he should be thanked by me, the last years total of getting essays published all revolved around him, in some way,, so lets turn over all the cards, and come in yesterday date, and sign in please, as Anne Francis places on her bejeweled mask, sign in please, if you even know who and what you are, as Jack 

Paar said of Elvis, though there is another name that somehow like Mad and Looney Tunes, and the word atomic the new Yorker goes back to the 50’s compendium missed along with rock and roll. Cuomo you see had to be avail in what way that white women practiced, don’t get full of yourself and start thinking about these grandmothers who choked on their own Flem in Duchess new York, fairy, its always about anyone getting too close to the white women. Sex they all fear, if not hate,m bimbos are those woman with big tits, not manly at all,  that my mother told me to leave to the Jews stupid and backbones-less enough to say yes  dear,  until they died, never make another decision in their lives, and always christen their half chosen babies, which way we are never sure, as Christopher and Brigit, she said with a keen satirical bent that Amminunius said no less,  that comes with the Italians along with their being attractive and a love of sex that even the fags of Hellene cant keep up with. So, good night unto you all, as Colbert signs off , give me your hands if we be friends and Emma Goldman will assure repents. 

If my brother never hated Andrew Cuomo as the modem Commodus the last week or so really has him despising and demanding the man with Cuomo’s face. Unlike say Biden whose every marching and eulogy with southies and with segregationists was forgiven , not so for Andrew, to the dismay of his pawn Remus who had to go to a station where equally the Fox news creeps must have to go. In the green-lining of the week, the self styled, self important, self appointed Colbert took it upon himself, safe and cleaned as he is as a cross between song of Bernadette and Mister Clean in a sixties communal, the gatekeeper after the fall, he waited a bit tooooo long for this act as the turn curtain doth attest, he had on this truly to my jurist trained antennae, Etruscan word alert!--as I can see why others have called the shadow menace  a snake oil salesman and a medicine show operator with all his Discothèque Eddie night at the Roxbury charms, and his Jewish marcher sniggle banker fresh from pinioning up the  straw worn standard on the road and pretending he was walking with him all along, they were on that debarred late show, that Jon Stewart show that doesn’t get its own punch liens, as pure as a feminine douche product that can make even the clammiest dykes cvnt into a summers rain, and as clean as a pair of loaded dice gather ever been, he voiced furor the Aryan who may or may not be Uganda, may or may not be Pakistani, may or may not be loads of things, but he alas, when he won was too closet of a  a red brigadier  for anyone wishing, like the Bushes from behind always do, to make sure the Flavian Amphitheatre could be in the orbits as in white or green, but never ever red handed. The house wop was told to back off, as Arian Eddie, meet me at Studio 54 Johnny Casablanca vestigial charms, hath won the days at least by almost less than a hundred thou voters showing himself as the first pick among those fat over fed white woman who have a house in Larchmont, Tuckahoe, near Maude, they always have to bus the colored help in, you know,  or new Rochelle to escape from new York to and at, less like Giovanni Boccaccio and too much like John Carpenter. 

But this was most not long lived, as within 24 hyrs, or is it a Cbs like 48 that is the credo of all true crime,…?, the vaunted oaken Washington Post, and then the NEW York Time’s not what it sued to be, every month is alas Roman history month, after all, and the statue of liberty whose recitation of mine was asked for by an anti Trump rag, but alas I was sure they didn’t get not derisive the joke, and I have again like the scholarships and certain women walked away rather than be untangled, walked merely away. Within the days , the papal nuncio of Chappaqua, see above for the dog not on the porch that doesn’t bark, as pop warned, as when I think of old Bill all I can think of anymore is papal Bull, the original lag breaker who never much  cozier up to Steverino as self important play, this just in from, a preareian flaunt in Syria, who we didn’t bomb until Barry the god showed his hysteric borderline herbaria magic qualities, and said this all was bad for America,  and on second thoughts, people who were telling me since I was ten they weren’t communists, and if you thought so you were the problem, now have to ring a round a garden of may days red posies, and not everyone is cabal as Hillary is of eating that much shit. At a wedding that the local wops have pilloried to the point that Bozo Bazoz, Nosmo King,  and his slut have had to forgo the Church Frank Getti called a masterpiece, for of all things, an armory, who planned this Rachel Maddow…?, a city state city hall where the political cartoon was created as a drawing was made of those the Este  family hung, by a upset Italian, the plutocrat that AOC hates was quick on the draw to phone it in and call the commie disco queen terrorist jonesin bad for the land of Oz. Capote is dead and I don't feel so great myself. 

By the end of  the week that the overfed white woman dared pretend somehow again like in affirmative action that they were the ones who  suffered the most , why having to cook for the manly pigs whose credit cards they sued, I think of why it is I sometimes cant stand The Gilmore girls, as again it white woman’s problems, and its only the best cast of television at that time that keeps me watching, like the great voiced Edward Hermann, bitchy grandma Kelley Bishop and or sort as close as Jewish theater television ever got to Beatrice, white skin, black hair red lips and blue eyes, all the poet felt we need to know. And, I realized who full of shit Colbert is and was, and then, Shazam! Andrew Cuomo has deiced to keep his make--sorry, name on the ballot, as god knows, when the lead shrikes this much in a few dates, the Post and other obituary coulombs are not on board, and papal nuncios decry recalling when they were castigated as communisists while white, it seems he knows coalitions and concedings aren’t worth the bills of sale on that they ware written. My brother thinks Cuomo wanted a infusing of cashe to make up for paperback sales taken away. I think, well, he just wants to be mayor as mad as anyone ever has. He prays to Maya as roman supplicant, as takes Harlem, Little Italy and Koreatown, all  THEY’VE BEEN SLAVES OF NEW YORK LONG BEFORE, AND WRITE THESE DOWN, A WEEDING WAS HAD THAT LOOKS LIKE CALIGULA AFTER Gore Vidal took his patrician name off of it. It’s a hell of a town! My sister watched Gilmore with me, on her birthday, but asked if cartoons were on somewhere, as she had made a cardinal sin once of thinking as a daughter of the land of Basile that she was somehow genitivally superior to a hack queen like Walt Disney and his stealing out of Grimm’s  who at least admitted to the greatness of Italian babblers even if Shakespeare would not. So, there is the figure of signora Fortuna,  in the dawn lightsm smiling with bitchy aplomb in the summers night, ready to hurl garbage at the senators who didn’t pay the fair, or ticket price,  swaddled in a Roman dress of candidate white, the scarlet little men running about thinking they are gods of the tarp, when are just afraid of getting caught, the smiling slips woman always a wrng footfall away from laughing at the cowards in wartime drag, as Bill Clinton’s silence should have told you, it just makes you robbers look all the worse. DID I MENTIONED ON SECOND THOUGHT, EVEN NOT AS LITERATE IN SUCH AS WAS MY POP, that Andrew has left his once more shining name  on that ballot, one would expect, as a idea of nationalizing the food kings makes Wholes foods be heard from in the assembly of the poverties, whips fray, from the dancer with Fortune who saw in fact 

 

 

he and not the overfed chicken delight lesbians, he, not Disco Eddie, won all the precincts  that were once the arsenal men of the pro bono publico, only gardens. 


A funny thing happened on the way to the barricades, as always happens when the curia has to make sure its radials don’t, you know, start believing in any of this shit, as sanctimony. as Machiavelli said is how evil people and the corrupt presented they have ethics. But someone I would have stayed clear of, Cuomo the lesser, well , see, despite house coons like reverend pig meat at the armamentarium, having to now do his best soft shoe, it seems, serving the comedians of empire right, Andy Panda, his vowel doesn’t count as much to the white overfed Dukes as an Aryan from the Indus, you didn’t known,…?, anyway hail Cyrus, he the discothèque Eddie, lost Harlem, Korea town, crown heights, and most of all whether you like it or not recall amid the championing Rachel amid the gleaming war machines, Little Italy. So go forth and explaining to us how Juddish, mommy’s boy isn’t a Jew hating Communists, ah a harshing of the hurrah, after the J#ws made all the payments on that party and all, so lets see the late hour comedians and the wops let in at the Bowling ball, who spit on Carson grave as they peel away from the pinko, we await the official reports and counts, as once again, as warned Kamilla, the free bread crowd can always fudge the books. Watch the rats of the people scurry. Eddie had mommies and daddy atoning by with gold cards, a 60, 000 dollar high school, did the Ramón’s play there…?, and of course that 2 million dollar condo, as he tells you to always  like Robert Moses, ride the fucking Bus, cause they always make sure the line doesn’t go to Capri, I’m sorry, Chappaqua and or Martha’s Vineyard.