I'D LIKE TO SING THE ITALIAN NATIONAL ANTHEM...TURNA SORRENTO.

 

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10 march 2023. .

I did notice though, that buddy Bill Clinton, fellow Jesuit student, fellow lover of Roman goddesses, that he seems to make you pay him, he excised from you total devotion and tribute, and he survived everything including this old coot trying to steal an election in 1995, and that same old man, who let you all get away with everything, and gave up bribes just to be president, one or for weeks and weeks, he didn't survive the meteor showers of the election year, and has left you in ruins. How about that…? Romana Bill made you pay though the nose and made you trash his girlfriends, and this old coot, knick nack paddywack, he was so despite to be a big shot he let you all take as much as you could, and he had to slink away…once again Sallust wan-st my fourth favorite book…ill bet Godel misses the Cowboys when the shooting starts, as they can act like they've been there. 

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Especially over  the last weeks of Bideys interregnum, i have seen that word used now by some who Shazam!,  were fooled all along and nodded to defend the republic, who knew. Jake…?, some well wishers, especially women, asked me why it was that I almost seems to poke the awakened in their overfed porcine faces on purpose. Well, as now the margins come crashing to earth, and their fat assistants dare bitch and effeminate dare to scoff, in 48 hrs after that debacle of a speech, no oil painting of a Roman Senate here, girls, 4 democrats, some from here, made sure you knew that if you Heard they were for queers and fat girls and awake, why fakir play is all especially to democrats who look less like the guvner of Cally than seem to be auditioning for a role in the remake of the Onion field. As i did get a few what were called male gaze Vargas girls  into lesbian newsletters epicly when as i predicted, i am the auger, that now disgruntled @stevencolbert is ping ponging on his dying Merv slot, would do lezbo  drag, knew that since heard about him haunting the dirty walls of N'western, puhleese!, as i said to them, what you call the male gaze, i call the Italian thunderbolt that like the nuns tole me the white trash piggies never much get. And so, as a translator from the Oscan, people get in touch with me as ask who the hell that that war loving cvnt @elizabethwarren think she was , after telling madmamas stregas to wear pink, showing up in masculine Cowboy blue like that….we come to the history of italay where empires fall in the petty and the buffet lines, @rachelmaddow dear, as replacing a black chick with the kind of cold blond that she has been doing battle with since middle school, why are women loving Clinton and i the only people who read Plautus anymore…? Always be casting, as did not see Alec at 8-h. And as she spilled too much showing off her love of war, and if you cant give the fascia on the wall your due respect, they'll find bag men who will, ask Al Franken. All maybe more money than blood, as I haven't seen such an egotistical shamata since Caesar WORE RED, AND NOW OTHERS NOTICE , SHOWING AGAIN, I am the Raphael of pettiness, as the Senate crumbles before us all.  We come to sleeping beauty land, z coupons please, z coupons…

 

 

PETROSINELLA. THE BASILE ORIGINAL RAPUNZEL, 

 

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Just so i understand this, Disney, grave robbers of Collodi, pulled back from their live action Snow White, so I take it that means any attempt on my part to as I have said i tried before, to bring Basile or stone soup to the empire of rats is, as usual, placed on hold…? I take it since the star of the piece was demeaned as a “Latina” by some and thus unavailable to play the white trash princess upon which whose bones uncle Walt built his magical kingdom, that means they have no local copy of Italo Calvino's Italian folktales, or even a jeopardy episode in which it turns out as Grimm's said, snow white and even the beauty and the beast go back to those Pentamerone, of not Ovid if one picks at the scans enough…? 

 

 

Also we may not ever have thought that dwarfs lived in the back forest that you all moved your fairy tales to as opposed to the bay of Naples, just like you did with civilization. Ah perhaps i got, as went to a same golden vein as went to since plandemmics  for Mads and natl lampoons, i found the playboys of my youth, Karen Price, Patty Fairenelli, et cetera, and the Patrick Nagel’s that i redrew in my own attempts impressing some, i think of the type of women i was openly told weren't the Disney fair, but that too is starting to show the imperial strain, as with a minute, a cow named Nicole Wallace, dishware and overbites, the way NBC likes them,  took over for a black chick who lost her Angela Davis charm at legal, you're next Whoopee, did guvner new-some run his wayward-ism and other the other hand flippancy past you or Colbert yet, will he ever,...? To the manly girls told to disdain their family over political hacks, were you given a heads up, like when the praetor was declared dead and gone, with him the last to know…? But trying to go back to their usual Bess Myerson ms to sell their Westinghouse appliances with drones and warfare attached, well, i found it despicable, but laughed at the last living Ohio player cried her house wop sanctimonious tears. Cause lay it on thick all you want GE, but I recall the world of 1975 and the trash that thought it would last forever. As the nuns warned me, no one will die for your bribes, and eventually all the nicest coins start to stink like blood. 

 

 

It wasn't shocking to me as it of course was to some, when prince of the Senate Shylock, a slur somehow where calling PEOPLE Guido is wit your grandpa could admire, decided if you heard that eh was going to man the barracudas and be so against trump that they would shut down their beloved gummit, Pogo, well, things happen as Caesar could have told you on the assault. When i saw the inner Knesset , Chris, Bloomer and of course Boiney, did you cut the toi...? key, or in his case golden eagle, …?

Again I was proven right, when I said that the democrats make better j3ws than they make Romans. Of course it would be madness to stand with the bureaucracy, the brother in laws of empire, and then shut down the gummit, Pogo, and then say only the essentials workers need show up, but then, again, it was what book that said that the senate was full of the firebrands who always had to show that they weren't the biggest bribes takers of the hall. Oh yes, the selected discourses of Titus Livy by Niccolo Machiavelli, and when i was told I'd get a cartoon published by some middlebrow rag if was  took out a line by the patron saint of power politics, and he was tortured over it by the Medici, who like the Chaney's , who also thought that bags are the answer to all questions and until alas they are not. It was funny to me to see the unblinking devoted AOC, once again a Latina snow white may be out of the question for some, although even the Grimm's brothers admitted all comes from a single copy of a collection of italic fairy-tales, that even in its dismissals, didn't get Italo Calvino any closet to their bondage prizes for any hundred years of plagiarism as an unimpressed, Calvino loving, Gore, who didn't need any liberal stocking of any reputation called that awful booklet.

 

 

 

 

26 MARCH 2025.

The INITIALED GODDESS, VESTA OF THE ADIRONDACKS, SHOCKED THAT THE INNER Knesset, Chissy, Blumenthal, and of course Boiney did you cut the turkey, shot their wad  once again, as devotion is after all for suckers. As my father warned me, anyone who tells you to upset and demean and eschew your family are always hacks and the most bought, who probably got their spawn through Harvard, but once again, no senator with his salt, look it up, can ever take dictation from some darkie trash in the house of deputies when the cash on on the table. See that's what happens when an electric company is underwriting the radicals, such as they do, but believe me, Rachel knows they aren't married to any of that shit. We now return you to sanctimony and the watch so see if a dried up, used up, egomaniac QB will come to the one time vaunted Steeler, as like senator Shylock being propped up on Fall in and other shows now hosted by the new blonde Bess Myer-son, as she sells the new Frigidaire 5000 and soon to be sentient drones like in Clark, to anyone still watching, democrats is good for the t zone, I'm sure any lingering dislike or achita among the steelers faithful on kdka will be , like so much ethnic hair washed away and they'll all be behind whatever they are told to nod at, or else…now does slashing a salary make Rachel more or less amenable to the fascia ax of money men in radical drag, like the lollipop, the Terra may never know. 

As a boy, called a castratio angel by the church secretary Jo Ann as they adored me, when I got up to sing that national anthem of the italic, Return Sorrento, I had that church in freaking tears, TEARS I SAY, as I returned that stolen Italian art taken by the cola Monsignor from the fences of the Mellon Scaife coal antebellum mansions, I returnee at a yellow wood to go around to return to Italay as It was meant to be for those like me, and although it did bother my pop, I sheathed the Jesuit scholarship on stead to draw the kind of woman , a cineretta goddess that the hatred of which has alas been on the parapets mind, and now alas their dykey daughters to, for whom sex has always been Bill Clinton's greatest sin and along with his love of that self same cycle of epics from Politizano, oh, I had you pegged , so did pop when I was 15, lifeblood of Stockholm syndrome whitey trash barbarian hacks, spic GIGI Marquez, this pope wannest my mother's friend, and you be hang on, Frankie, casue the not taken heed of old Italian women are out for blood as they have been early Wendi's seemed too un-aerodynamic to fly like the bumblebees of Virgil. It is in the Italic heart to return to those ancient ruins,as indeed and alas a day late and a brutish coin short Cassian De Niro doesn't know alas as he makes yet another mob movie, god lord the mezzanine thinks, when as pop told me they would of Rudy and all the other wops, not need you no more, pre and Hillary would send her wickets minions out of bugs believed Ovid to bubble and burble and bother an Italian man who didn't vote for stone faces Goldwater as even was I was a boy he made my immigrant mother shiver in ways he obviousness did not the first lady of perpetual commotion. Anacin face Marius made behind his scenting, scenting, too stupid to be diabolical, look it up its Dante, evil should be made of sterner ankles amusingly, wife as once again, call for make up, or at easy a clean up om the praetorian aisle. My retorting brother, who is enjoying Trump is making the J3ws of the senate cry for drag queens and lawyers more than they ever did nanas that the times is now truing to recast themselves as victims thereof, that face that Marius made, and it made him laugh, as Marius needs a new pair of shoes. and to be against barbarian rage, as the new Yorker fires art critics for daring wink at the always frigid white women, a long drop sice Billy the kid and his Charkles Portis anti hero administrations, as that Satyricon is out of the question as much as any Basile, so gag on your Conde nastiness, the devil wears knockoffs, and nevefr Valentino, gorels, as I said to a lesbian girl who went my way, what you sexless fat woman and valrekies call the male gaze, was called the thunderbolt that you never get from Jesuits or queens duding up on CBS late night either. It is , as Paolo Milano said not merely eructation, but moral imperative. Oh, I am not capable of replacing brunettes and colored chicks with some dishwater white women like Rachel, Lana Lang Psaki and Michael Steele, but then, it never bothered me that wonder woman was a Latina, as what else in my eye could she have been. 

 

 

 

 

Speaking of crumbling lollipops, if not of little boys asking the owl in the fountain penned trees where the Baron went, by the end of the month, in fact, as the winter of their discontent comes into better focus than has been since Dukakis and who prea- tell called that …?, the last ditch remainders o the radiometric days and works thought they had a way to destroy and demean that Caesar whose admiration a booming with the plebs, as with fellow fatso Bill Clinton but with a better library, always hated and detested and were suspicious of his having and of course, not them. The one sane man to use a comedic template seen from Plautus to Hooterville, our sleazy Oliver Wendell Douglas, Pontius Pilate of Sacramento, is the only one asking the Jews and the colored trash to slow their role, as unheard of black , and I mean too black for Obama's dick, house of deputies trumpeters are sent out to red up the dwindling base as semaphore and now CB Demille handed like megaphone loser liar the last Walz is out there sending out approved videotapes of forced apologists as he has his bald spot toward the camera at his back all along. 

 

A for colored girl named Crockett created by a television right wing as much as anyone, was indeed a good little Angela Davis CON AND WENT TO A SIDWELL FRIENDS LIKE SCHOOL WHO HAD EVENTUALLY NO NEED OF ME, AS THE ITALIANS NOT AS SMART ASS AS I GRADUATED TO a bigger check, WITH REDD FOXX IN BEDDED THIRD ACTS. She indeed was a private school house colored once, but of course, as Plautus, my political scientist par excellence, indeed said, anything for the laugh. As I write this, once again the Democratic apparatchiks as dirty tricks goes kerplock, but I could have mentioned that, aired that,when saw trashy Tina Brown mausoleums of Bennett Cerf not have the love of Rome and Italy that cone time employee of the month Capote had at Harry's bar and grill, but Jackie O is dead and the trash is at the gate. As we watched a show liked by my brother that I can do without, INSIDE EDITION, they were once pushing an egg crisis until again, the dogcarts show when they think themselves smart that when feet explode, usually heir own. On the snipped shown at this last mulberry street bush, the dread Colbert showed the hard year at Black Rock, continues as he was in a strange amalgam of Savonarola and Pinky Lee started screeching at the all knowing all seeing cathode tube or what is left, and made my sharper brother actually wince at the level of secession cartoon frolics these days, as he was as much as anything begging the audience to not disappear for him as it has for the Democrats as they all have wars and or Coors and Rolaids and Dr Pepper to shill. It was sickening to my Jesuits trained brother, who recalls better than I the days of Stuart Margolin and Persky and Denoff, and the worst I expected was Mort Saul droning on and on, as it is funny the woke Disney never ever goes against uncle Walts precision that the wicked d witch have black hair and can by Jewish all the better. Echo screams out under a 600 hair cit at Sam Drucker's store, past the satiris--sorry Satanists, Gov. Waltz who came in when you weren't looking, Coemaus, the horse is empty, or at least hollow, You too, my son, and well be right back after these messages. Return to Gilligan's island, indeed, mister Chayefsky.

 

 

THE LAST WALTZ. [all drawings accepted.]

OR Happy Lupercalia o cheapskate o mine, hope this finds you well and fine....

1 august 2024.

Its not that I feel bad for grandpa Biden, God knows, but having read the ROMAN LIVES SINCE I WAS A KID, I thought that when the end of the republic came, it would be from a better cast than this. I THINK I understand blm, @chriscumo, a poet hated Sicily because he said, even the patricians there are bags of shit. Its Dante. My father wasn't Alan Brady, I don't have to eat slop. he worked for a living. BUT I WONDER, speaking of Suetonius, thats Shakespeare in the logical Latin, did that Sunday, when the walls came tumbling down, as Lana Lang pIS=Saki was shocked, I'll bet, and unspoken of, unnamed, unfaced men in black suits came and told the last-est Tyberius he had to go, an ignominious fate no CATILINE EVER HAD TO DO, he dies like a Roman and a man, as the appreciative Sallust said in Bubbas fourth favorite book, not that you can tell anymore, but I ask, that Sunday without football , as opposed to the one in which he had alas stolen enough, did he, like Livia before him when the guard turmned and heeled and came to call on the king of eagles, did he , like she did when calling out for Germanicus, and I know this from a first early student play I wrote, I think of how I met William F in 1980 at a Jesuit high school I just couldn't deal with anymore, as that fruit was always on the outlook for Catholic boys, and then again he , not possibly recalling me, but calling me Tony to my chagrin, spoke of Germanicus again, and told me to beware the curia, again.

Did this smarmy slimy forthwith little man, did he call out for his version of Germanicus, which like hers was long dead and gone in previous imperila degradation. Did he wonder, just in a wry money shot of the realization of exile, dod he think of his own Germanicus, as Livia had, did he with even a smile of revelations of fate accomplished, did Jolted Joe from Kokomo, did he call out for Mario Cuomo, and think to himself with almost a laugh, that the great Virgil called a lecturer by that sissy ninny rhino bitch on ABC Sunday Omnibus, did he think for a moment as opposed to Barry the Fairy, as the other Harvard grads students called him. Now, did he think of our Italianate, Turnus loving Virgil, or even the Italian women that he massacred along with greasy grimy Andy and Crissy to eventually be passed over, that holiday that anti Lupercalia of sententious baby murdering Gods no Roman worth his salt would ever acknowledged...? sorry, Kamilla, but I've seen the viciousness of that type since a boy I was, a schoolboy and I am never shocked by their prissy accommodation and justifications they make.

DRUSILLA. HEAVY METAL ISH COMIC. SOLD.

Published. Serperi- Jeffery Jones stuff. Tis been a bad week at black rock, and the cavalry hasn't done this badly since the Cambrian forests. But, the Neanderthal Broadcasting Company putting on an Italian Woman in a boxing ring almost bludgeoned to death by some qweer sissy inst anything I haven't seen before in those cookbooks of @billcilinton. The @NYtimes called it the audacity of despair, sending in the giggling cavalry. . ...gee I wish I had come up with that...

3 AUGUST 2024.

In a sprinkling of Collddian magic I first saw and rerecorded on my own eighth birthday when I saw that I had the same birthday, as a kid mentality despite of the love of JESUITS, I WAS STILL AND AM RATHER GIVEN TO MY MOTHERS OVER ROMANTICIZED LIFE, though it was my father who hated things like Hanna Barbara, even going to school to tell the nun my mother adored, Sister Loretta, a real nun—you know spoke Latin, he said, to never ever give me as a some khiaski or prize a book as they had in some little contest, of Fred Flintstone ever again, as they had done. He hated that studio, from what he saw, my siblings were kids during their true heyday of plagiarisms, Top cat is Bilko, Fred and Barnie of course, Ralph and Ed, ect, and mostly he hated the way these house wops made sure that every villain witch was black haired, in the same was that Marvel did, though I wasnt shocked to see who the girdle salesman and the late last show stenographer uncle Stan had indeed married.

The Pittsburgh Pirates, some how entangled with a Perseid swoon, like the Democrats and Hollywood, have lost their third straight game. I swear, if this keeps up they may find they are out of the last place for a bullshit wild card that the doges of baseball came up with as a way to keep, like the Democrats, a slew of rust belt states and rutted cities thinking they still have a shot at selling a last late summers muckle of ice cream –do they stilkl sell napoleon ice cream in little plastic hats...?, and of course peanuts and crackerjack for teams that would be better off not giving a damn, playing out the string towards labor day, and thus maybe, building to something better than best loser.

I saw on my birthday, not only did Lucy, but a almost recast in prime time daily Clint—SORRY Flintstones, that cartoon Audrey Meadows, Wilma herself also celebrated a birthday, the one where the blowhard almost abusive monster husband gives her a Dodo bird as a gift, as-to allow himself to take off for a Raccoon like convention in Frantic City. I don't really know why but I found this all pleasing, and get as if the gods of Comedy and Tragedy had indeed given me a blessing that certainly gave me in this maelstrom of barbarian rage, was the closest thing to a Passover that the roman gods can give without turning Bill and me and all those Romans still left , though the happy little island of mud hut England lost more than mother Italy did to the now defeated and vanquished forever Biden, still at this hour not giving out his own Eulogy, although Gummadi Gilda is still hopeful on a 60 minuets sit down, although as I could tell you, such vulgar landing spots are only given by the oppressive dogged Dan Rather to Bush family patrons who is to start tunneling out from a twenty point deficit to the first Greek, which thankfully somehow George Will, now a major Domo of liberalism, who knew, Brother Flager...? We miss you Prince of darkness, someone else who had ANOTHER OF THE BIDIES BURNT OF THE PYRE OF THE POLITICS OF THE SPITE of silly, meaningless men. Yes, mister Waltz, Prairiea , though not Tuscan Red, lets remember who was punch and Judied into that war and who alas, was somehow not. well, the vultures have come home to if not roost, pull a Remus apart,a s they did in that book of roman hoorays that got Niccolo Machiavelli, hated by over fed hags and dykes at the tasty freeze, tortured.

Now, if this giggling jackass who wont speak to a nation she strangely seems to feel she is posed to take, as if old coot bidets infirmities were the only thing between Micheal Moore AND OTHER THREE CHINNERS AND A BLUE LANDSLIDE, if she appoints, a new non democratic way of choosing not quite the best candidates, and she chooses a ferret face named Joshie Shapiro whose cesarean ambitions make Bill Clinton look positively like Cincinnatus, does that mean the first woman and first Jew will be placed in originally like Medici popes, and yes, old man, over your dead body. How Cicero, indeed.

Even Augustus called it The Republic, so in politics haplessness is a virtue.

COMIC RELIEF. On my Leonid Birthday I was sent, along with the equal we enjoyed your work, but...still in that slide a few did get back to me with administration over my having seen where this was headed with the Lords of Pericles, back last winter. And, along with cartoons of dames seen as far too goddess like, hell really probably just brunette, for the dying embers of tokens wokeness, and manifesting your murdering of Italian grandmothers would indeed be a high point for this Gore Vidalllian less than perfect exemplar of lying in state, was bad taste. Still, I now as the Leo constellation stardust's periods start to turn got to like towards earth, and a base still isn't in the bag as it were, I must give some credit to @lindsayellis, as she figures as a kind of not quite BEATRICE, NO NOT LAURA, certainly not Cammilius's beloved bitchy Claudia, as though pretty, she isn't THAT, well, that's it, ironically Camilla, the Italianate amazon. as a girl victim of the acrimonious, surpassed now by an Italian woman , see...? AM THE AUGER, WHOSE HER BLUDGEONING ON THE NATIONAL BUISCUT COMPANY is now an exemplar of what the doges of Sodom , no Sparta, I was again right my brother announced, at this bloody fiasco, as women tell him how infuriated they are, and so soon after Johnny Depp, I say eliciting a laugh when he says to the Italian artist woman who lives upstairs. ON the channel of Lilly Tomlin and Ruth Buzzy and Dick Martin, even Jeanie and the girl from uncle, a woman was shown beaten within a inch of her life, shoring again the Machiavellian ethic, whose whip is this...? And of course the pretty maids all in a row at armimentarium cereal, have said nothing, its a golden age and that's their story and they are sticking to it, as for some reason Gordon Gecko in Sacramento is rounding up the homeless in trucks, and throwing them out of town, and again, the lesbians who cry and weep and gnash their teeth at all when the whistle blows, well, like Bonanza, they are the horses, left at the trough watered, while the fat man does his comic pratfalls and the fake guns go off, but like with Jimmy Rockford, never killing anyone.

BAT-LADY SKETCH

DRUSILLA COMIC PAGE .

PUBLISHED THE BLOTTER MAGAZINE 2 AUGUST 2024.

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08/05/2410:08:55 AM

But I do warn, as I am the auger out here, icebound politicians in that world you both despise and fear like monsignors do, that many women tell my brother that they are incensed at the idea of an ITALIAN WOMAN, NO LESS AND PERFECTLY, being bludgeon almost to death by a filthy little arabesque drag queen, making up for slaughters unconnected at that time, Joshie, and I warned this, there is an anger out here now that wasn't bad a few mere weeks ago, add their the Italian grandmothers once raped with impunity and then called like animals.

As sent out some copies of this piece, I was sanctimoniously told having @billclinton in the “incomprehensible miasma” quote their beloved Shakespeare Ovid plagiarism was a sacrilege. Oh you'll do worse.

The Pittsburgh Pirates have lost their sixth straight game this month of the second Caesar, as the apostolic Sun starts, despite the heat, to start to seem receding, as it shall until Saturnalia.

See why I think to me ,less obscene, Kammila wont win NO matter how many Jews play Percales in dungarees, is that she , to some eyes, didn't do what Trump, Bilbo and yes, angle offing the Mattina did all their needs for that Big Brass Ring OF Orson, and so, she is a bigger fraud than even her first sugar daddy was, calling Doctor Freud, dear Lil Dot has a daddy issue like some wop Irishwomen I have known and promptly went out the side door. What Kammie didn't do ever in this hijacking of the American new res public, and being handed a golden key she didn't much deserves, was that as certain woman, yes, Witchiepoo, and her anti Disneyland, pro fireman carnival husband did, was to get up at four am and make it to New Hampshire prayer breakfasts and to Iowa and Prairiea pig festivals—yes I was Jesuit pre law no apple polisher me, and meet the plebs in their cigar shops and Brooklyn sidewalks as TRUMP HAS EVEN DONE to Bushman ghastliness.

She hasn't done that, and so her victory would ex out Hillary dear and even hubby to some extant. I responded back, as when they first appeared and he in a nuclear cloud of Bushing counter intelligence, and Dan Rather on the pad, YOU'LL SEE, Bill outfought back as the Greek refused, and my mom, said seeing them on that Hewett nightmare of stop-watching , where , or dove la BETRAICZIA...WHERE IS THE BEATRICE, SHE ASKED, AS SHE SMART ITALIAN WITCH HER OWN SELF, had this goon pegged and knew in now was this cornuto in love with this yenta in straining. So wherever and whatever overhang and fruit cellar that she was sent top by our Livia, she will have a moment of recompenses and comeuppance that Hillary cant allow until the bowels of hell that she keeps mentioning as the place where those who wont vote for her will declined. But probably not big on Dante anyway, still, she gets the gist and Kammila I fear cannot win, as Hillie knows, after a life in the theater that should KAMILLA WIN, HER part and her role, Margo Channing's life is over and done, and CBS,as dutifully as they held a slave camera upon the graceful morbidly obesity of the strangely dancer like Jackie Gleason, they at the cyclops will be laying in wait , with praetorian giggling at the first sight of Hillary about to get sick. Again, I haven't heard back sinze.

08/06/24

the last segregationist to have to be booted out of office has his imperial dares dashed by the sewage in the streets also, but being anti war is something, a more ignominious than i like in my rabbit hunting radicals, as AM FROM THE Jesuit SCHOOL TRAINING OF SUCH THINGS, AND LIKE THE unnamed, NO NOT HIM, THE REAL ONE, I saw The Best Man at fourteen. They reported that someone named Gertz, Hurtz, Colonial Kurtz was told to laughing cow Kammila that shed be saddled with this guy,--is that the guy who looks like Bluto, sorry Joshie, which saddened me. it that i at all like Jewie Joshie and his almost Cesarean, without having worn boots ever not once at the front, ambitions and grievous faults, but still, ...a man who called them belligerent Arabs, has a slush fund for his blond addled sex abusing Jews, and has dead bodies falling out of the closets, where @billclintonaccount just had dancing girls, well, and atop of that. with that this hag gummadi who will be a bulwark for the constitution the moment that she is appointed, white smoke for all. And missed this chance at riots in CHICAGO no less...? My goodness that was a Colombo episode waiting to happen. DID SEE I'm WITH HER RECYCLED for brunette other woman Kammila, but to be fair, the praetorian must by definition have a spryness and bellow and cry and scream for someone they didn't even know was alive a fortnight ago, back when they had all that money....hummmn, that cant auger well. Be with us for our next episode, the US STEAL HOUR, OR A SNITCH IN TIME! Another northeastern ethnic gov unelectable in Bidet's segregationist weed empire, how fitting, so laugh Mario, Laugh...so we bleary and stumble from a segregationist to perhaps a giggling idiot and a dying old fat man, who somehow sent other men's soldiers into a perpetual war he avoided by running for Office –and there were no ROMANS, SHEEESH, LEAVE YOUR MEDICARE FRAUD CHECKS IN THE BAG, who has initials like AWOL AND DUI attached to him, so good job from the vestals at Hadrians wall, as they bring good things to blight...we miss you Bill, as this is amateur hour.

08/13/24

09:24:38 AM

So, can a party hijacked by chicken hawk garbage like @georgewill be able to again use nothing more than ad hominium attacks to win the praetorium..?Whose broad stripes and bright stars, are they now...?

See, why the nuns loved me and I had no future in such swamps, if someone asked me if I wore mascara, Id say, like the Romans, Yeah, I got it at the front.

I CERTAINLY DON'T care about the last Waltz's new found, comparatively, liberal notions and such, what with the democratization party in the wake of prissy pussy bloated LIEBERMAN HAVING SOLD ITS SOULS AND ITS TELETHON aged Rob Reiner of the plebs being led so well by CBS covens, or really, Yeshivas of golden hardhearted radials,who away as I notepad played despicable hippies on Persky Denoff shows about billionaire hillbilly DON'T CARE ABOUT HIS Petaphile votes, although even in a new Sparta, edges one can hear the masonry crumble ta that and one in which Italian woman are bludgeoned on the National biophysicist Company for the enjoyment of the white men who have always been so put upon, anyway, and affectation will out, I still think having to even have the Jews at the Times 'explain' your petaphile vote may be hazardous to your political objectivity, although I don't know how long this bloated pig can lip up his preordaining of Golden Boy, every fuking night, twice on Saturday, where satire and osteoporosis, SSI Juvenal's, go to close. 

 

 And I had a feeling that this man doing the Nines, you're wanted on the Spanish steps, but not on CBS, I wonder if that constituencies...anyway, I had a feeling about him as he played superhost and introduced cartoons as I haven't seen in politics since in fact I read Gore Vidal's famous essay in that book mentioned I won as a kid, about the Cow palace and Reagan watching Goldwater—i scent a track, Gaius—with all the aplomb of all about eve. I would like to see us re-adjudicate that War and its build ups in the paperer of record, Judy dear, I would like to remember how and who went to that perpetual war and who didn't, and who wouldn't, and I would like to recall as is happening now a reexamination of the fast and furious, as the bets I noted first coming from the 1ST GENERAL in maybe even Altman's MASH, was there taken for the consultation sending of course other men into that quagmire turning into a butcher's floor of American men, so lets reexamine that Bushian Aeneid, on missives spoken aloud on GE NBC, and who voted to give it No ending like the dreaded lord of the rings.

08/14/24

10:46:16 AM

Then, came the moment, to me, of the season. I have gotten some Mud magazine poetics and drawings here and there, lately, as I could sense a real weariness to some, erotically not fake liberals who are not at all encouraged , nor getting their cuts from the war procure that now thinks its armimentarium be the new Athens, or at least Florence, that the pigeons on Medici plasters, have always tried to preened that they were.

Have gotten so far in a year at least three essays about the awfulness of Newt's American vast wasteland into various magazines, and that cache has as its sort of Puck, or Alfred E, or pilgrim in progress ore even lily white as uninteresting as paper Lemuel Gulliver, the afoul imagery of a dying older schoolboy without the aplomb of previous aging Bevies-Elroy of a parascending quickly past, David Letterman. There was a moment on, of all things, the Late show bequeath by said Letterman, a last Paar, to Stevenson Colbert, who as that Canaries in that gold mine I has presupposed and predicted, he said exactly where we were like a wayward , illiterate without the necessary aplomb Virgil in a cesspool hell, he lived out the creed I had sort of set out cor him, beiang a lover of television since a kid, I knew where this Reginald Rose teleplay was headed.

On his nightly show, oh wait that was gotten rid of long ago, too many 100s and too much dark, if not black, money, and whatever it is wane aint married to it at all, Steverino did his foresighted act, which is easily for him, as it is a exact opposite of what he tap danced for cyclops island largess before, see Gore Vidal's line about Bidet ETHICS ELSEWHERE, AS I HAVE BEEN TOLD USE THE SAME LINES LOT, BUT THEN, I AM UNWILLING TO BE LIKE SHAKESPEARE CAN SOMEHOW SAY AND GET IT BELIEVED THAT I SOMEHOW CAME UP WITH THEM , TO BEGIN WITH. ON HIS LATE NIGHT SHOW OF SHOWS, USUALLY JUST an excuse to get MPS, apparatchiks, and attaches on television to an ramrodding audience again bequest by Johnny Quest Stewart, or Disco Stew as calling him bothered some devotee, though as I told her how many likes did YOU get from him, not a one, as Echo is a tragic figure, which was a line again used to garner a line of likable approve from Bill Clinton, although when that happens anymore, from almost anybody, and I have gatherd them up like the crows gather the twigs of shady Groves, I dint even bother to tell my brother anymore as he is sure when he sees the curia mentions anything from the Ecolouges to Mister Haney as he will show me, is is certain MUST HAVE GIVEN THEM THE IDEA, as I am the only one who seems to effortlessly , as a well wishing woman told me, go from pilgrim at the inferno, and then go to Hooterville , so easily.

To show again I was right in my use of Steven Colbert as the every man in this post Danny Thomas world, and that in essays like What,,,and leave showiness-published- And, My name is Steven Colbert—published, I am sensing a trend as I am schooled about putting the words of their Divine Shakespeare in the liquored up over sued mouth of Lesbian married, husband Billiteratti, wow, haven't we fallen far over a segregationist as the luckiest woman in the world once called him on CNN circuses, Colbert is seer sucker, man in the gray flannel soul finery, he did , he did taw a Leopard cat, that as he did a show, undesirable for any other, always a clear giveaway to even the goddess of stolen coins, eventually she has enough, and all hell breaks out on you, he was speaking to some indefeasible non blond that CNN had to take in its claimer. Propaganda nest as a rival to a drone , death dealing company, who has hijacked the liberal clotted hearts on statin medicines, they are again you , we, know, SHE was going by rote and all she was told or worse, knew by some praetorian instinct she was to make sure she said now, as somehow the medieval aspects of a papal conclave reared their ugly truly CATHOLIC ways and means and heads in a saving of the democracy where meat head gets to play Horatio, and yet all the bridges too far have been washed out. Hooterville, much less stria is a long straightaway, as the vindictive crow does flay.

SO, at night, while of course, I was watching of anything as have been spent since my birthday and a racing to get out July is the most... essay as still haven't heard back from that one, well, not the one for whom I did it, ah the essay as valentine as a gal said is my Italianate charm at best, the dared midnight clownish, Count Duvall at his chilly worst, was shown by the cats and gods in the roman pantheon—as I said I think bothering some editors out there, no buddy kilt 40,000 souls in Palestine over Virgil, I mean, as opposed to any dreary Talmud, how could they, as the Romans expceted you to die, march and not just shoot babies on a tarmac. Steverino, true to the credo sent forth the day he was given the job, is playing the deep mend of the Tyrannaian sea, and was caught tidally unawares and in fact probably stupifuied, that indeed when he was doing his boilerplate as enetraimnet and politically minded clerical as comedy, of course placing on those who hate each other in the corral, Jews, Negros, fat chicks and drag queens,. He was merely nodding, dutifully, what he thought was his circus clown job, but again a perversion in anyway and everywhere of the roman ethics, sorry Tobacco Road papist, I saw him called that troop by the arabesque and their fat girls conniving attendants in Palestinian drag, he was totally shocked at the response of an audience he thought, like John Stewart l also blindsided this year, he thought was perfectly drilled in the aspects and the designs need in a peanut gallery since Buffalo Bob.

With a flourish worthy of Wally Wood, a woman and spaceships drawing Dante, I ACTUALLY, LIKE Shandling did for Carson later, when heard in 1981 so soon around Italo Calvino was demeaned and deserted by over fed white coeds, by those who would make A CYCLE EPIC OF PLAGIARISM as Gore called it, he is my now more than ever Virgil amid the dying dead popes and greyhounds wanting corn bread, I was strangely stunned at his self demise and sorrowful about it in our Kirby world and have mentioned as much last year along with Roisterer as imperial gulag victim. And all he did AS the medieval astrologist would say, hurl out one of those givens on the Star maps of the dark ages sky, a dark aegis on a Bidey Caseareate could try to contort into a golden age, which my own father told me, never really was.

 

So, this speckled goon freak punk sissy, American sissy said, was in almost passing, almost without fear of refraction or reconsideration, and with the dottore l know of all of the of all the suppositions of the intoxicated world. All this goon said was , again as a given that CNN was a placed that tried its drabbest to be fair and accurate, and the collected new York audience sadly thinking they ere all in on a con that got too big, started to laugh, to his dismay. At once, the smirk spattered and the duck tape snapped and broke. Hit of a meteor right at the Ed Sullivan theater, where Howard once showed the sad end of Jerry and Joe, as I have said, explaining the American dream in toto, there was a direct hit on the vainglorious signage of a thousandths LCD lifts. one fir every broken bar strap, Mrs Colbert, but then, apote is dead and gone, Orson Too and its always the children hour, as I wasn't part of taking over the Sollsen cut off because Bidey-Harras had to capitulate to the name that tune of 20 b, with daisy cutters to the IDF, as after all, scantiness doesn't feed the greyhound, and they'll kill anyone for power, and the living in the echos of for whom the medieval bells rung, laughed in his petulant little face. Revitrovi Gummadis.

ACCEPTED 13 AUGUST 2024.

FREE CONAN—OR WHY I LEARNED TO LOVE PRINCE VALIANT AND HATE BARBARIANS. A TALE OF COMIX- 10 MARCH 2023

THE SATURNALIA STORY. CATHOLIC SHOOS HYJINX.

HE SAT THERE, in another mans chair, with a wall unchanged as squatters often do, dumbfounded, was he, the joker as arrested in time and tides, the clown reverting back to form—can you tell I have been having ball at shady Groves, with Basile adjurations and Wendy in antlers and a puce piece,...? He was stunned for a moment, than as I saw this only as recited and recanted and redone on Ed Henry, the crowd, that he thought was a perfectly hand packed sort, all moving in lock step in one trepidation, well, our beleaguered, bespattered, bumbling Petronius, who indeed has lost his hero and his journey—like Maggie Mae no fan of Joe Campbell am I, never have been one for paganism as , like Catholicism, celebrated by those whither whiter than white skin, much less Pepsodent teeth, as four out of 5 dentists recommend Trident for those patients who chew gum, and recommend Prell for those pedestrians who drink Soap, Bold soap, ring around the collar, My wife, I think I'll ditch her, for FE poor blood, your best Friends wont tell you, that only they and her hairdresser knows, like the hadow do, brought to you in living colcor by Burlington textiles, one ringy dingy two ringy dingy, I cant believ I ate the whole thing, plop polp fizz fizz, og what a relife it is, who wears short shorts, its the uncola, finger likingghhod chicken as all lebains eat here at chicken delight, r=o=l-a-i-d=s, tumtumtums, plase dost squeeze the Charmin, as mister Whipple and Josephine the plumber were around those few days that uncel sam didnt hang its mistrcarent, soon wnough stay tuned for the Rachel Maddow show on WOR, right after Batman, as she fills in for Mary Grace Cantfeild as Ralph Monroe, pitchforks in this hell all go dumdum, it eats like a meal, who is this little man in the toilets of the umpire, …?, the dick van dyke show is brought to you by Kent cigarettes, Kent knows best, a little dab-ill do yew, hey cookie, lend me your comb, I'm a pepper your a pepper, shouldn't you like to be Rosie Odonall and lecture us from the buffet too.? THE MOMENT OF A LAUGHING mezzanine that he nasty wasn't prepared for, not him, not the king of ridicule on command, or at least so no one recalls his own death threats to an assail a co ed, better I guess than black face of woman's titties juggling on trampolines, but then again, Carson is dead, and the asnwerman along with him, shmock shmock, or pleh pleh, and as he sat there and that anchor girl, totally frozen as the poor brunette would be, only tabloids worthy blonds usually get thees jobs as shamelessness was taught to them by their Moms, and she asked, sadly at least to me, the dark haired girl, as the black chick on war consortium television went blind too the moment she was caught whisperer hat she really thought, a bad habit to get into, the pretty Italianate Juliette in what Machiavelli called the frozen moment of realization, asked, as he was shocked too that the peanut gallery was Trumpian enough to dare laugh at our midnight Augustus, as the senate laughed when she said unto it that he was a consultation of the vaunted and now forever dead and gone Roman republic, that he was no king, and the whole oil painting now free of Catiline as George will so dreams and then can return to his own Hooterville, back to the correct and unfarsical airing, when Augustus said he was a Procincil, like the original, not not that one, Brutus later misnamed. The whole togaed crowd, though in the only histories that matter, played by ear and oral, like the Clinton marriage, aporphrical, the whole senate in taters as it was and no where near what it had been, they all laughed, like the Edith Head era song, then, boy Caesar knew that no matter how many preparations, you cant kill everybody and sometime its better to just walk along, and whistle past the Pantheon. Is that supposed to be a laugh line...?, she almost endearingly asked this chiseler cretin creepy smirking infernal satanist as fallen catholic, or whatever he pretends to be to stay on television, and he was too lost at this, sure that he was such a good little boy, and I , like Ed and some blond from Trump 24, and probably Bill Somewhere, oh what a fine moment of a fallen backwards on petard we Innominatos had at this. Well, I took speech and drama, lady, for a reason. Somewhere Paddy Chayefsky laughs. Good night, Captain Video, wheresoever you arrrrrrrreeeee.....!

And not so hard to have augured all along, despite the constant boilerplate by even the most world weary and shrugging of Pittsburgh press wretches who glide their hagiography of Stellers owners with a smart ass fatigue, like a local yokel version of the dared to me Jimmy Breslin—where are you, Robert Dinero...?, Gene Collier, the Pittsburgh Pirates, despite rethinking a new Koufax was theirs, have dropped ten straight games. The soot of fate withering meteors hitting the fiddles of Mars is everywhere. As the Italian that the Newerker never heard of ,much less demeans out of grandpas DNA muscle memory, my father did warn me of the savagery of the English marms and the school yards that never end, said, and is see it now to the dismay of some and the admiration of others with an attaboy Luther from the mezzanine, there comes a moment when the temples are, without a moments notice about to fall in on themselves, the towers of empire became penitentiaries, the newest city a necropolis, the basilica a merest mausoleum, as with out the warning of a angelic creek or groan, then sublimely a life in the theater comes crashing down, and the forever that was a given is left in rubble, and the new senators find themselves without the dignitary of the sets of ruins to give it all heft…

03/17/25

a note on the practically very ides of march, a CNN shock as it is always, who ever sees it coming, I mean besides me, poll has the democrats at their lowest nadir ever. To change something that got a like from Jon Stewart once, the empires change, but indeed its the Senators that stay the same. 

MEET ME AT DANTE'S STONE, DEAR CLAUDIA.

12 FEBRUARY, 2025.

Since I Was a kid all I ever heard of was that , perceptually from self appointed barbaric trash in Roman drag of civilization, the Romans fell over too many drag queens and bureaucrats, especially from a family of poor man's undead Kennedy from Hyanisport who, as ma would say, covered their Manzonian TORTURE CHAMBERS WITH lace curia's. Now it seems as they amazingly double down as champions of the brother in laws of power, stupidly and with no less than papal nuncios of the Villa of pope Wilhelm, telling them all the CNN horses are indeed empty, or that Narcissus is indeed a Bobby Darrin at the springs, they seem hell bent like a Jones's to prove how right they indeed are and were as their teams fall to smithereens.

Again as showed in an earlier piece about Ride the high country , the assured masterwork, and in the kind of writing of film that did-indeed impress the provosts of film schools than early and not that old, but did enjoy the classical brunt I brought to the then not even a century of old art of celluloid poetics, as was seen once as a nice controposto, if may use and Italian word that Jews who make shitty little now hated by many sit coms may disdain with their barley closeted alchemists of how to make a geek funny, to Scorsese and his life's work, as Noll said, and devotions and vespers were held to engender the love of middlebrows and white women at the sanctimonious buffet, and the out and out detesting by my stoic fadder of that crew, I could once as have said, write often and deeply about film in a way that they often and early on did like before the middlebrows of the new York-er, once made sport of my Anzio recalling mister Mike, although that as before the now slamming papered dons of the mouse factory did try to make everything they bought, no martyrs it's own roman affectation , George, tell me about the wookeis, George, into maddening and prancing vestiges at their various theme parks and sleeping beauty lands , which sadly in mid winter, Bullwinkle a gem of almost Vaughn Bode or Petronius satire is always gone, and a pale cartoon version of the honeymooners has alas taken his place each night, over reasons that I am unsure. So, with nothing really to watch, and growing into almost Fathers distrust and dislike of Hanna and his Barbara, I turned it around late at night, as think I eat a whopper left behind at the lunch, and watched Elsbeth, and was in no mood to merely now go to bed.

Since I Was a kid all I ever heard of was that , perceptually from self appointed barbaric trash in Roman drag of civilization, the Romans fell over too many drag queens and bureaucrats, especially from a family of poor man's undead Kennedy from Hyanisport who, as ma would say, covered their Manzonian TORTURE CHAMBERS WITH lace curia's. Now it seems as they amazingly double down as champions of the brother in laws of power, stupidly and with no less than papal nuncios of the Villa of pope Wilhelm, telling them all the CNN horses are indeed empty, or that Narcissus is indeed a Bobby Darrin at the springs, they seem hell bent like a Jones's to prove how right they indeed are and were as their teams fall to smithereens.

Again as showed in an earlier piece about Ride the high country , the assured masterwork, and in the kind of writing of film that did-indeed impress the provosts of film schools than early and not that old, but did enjoy the classical brunt I brought to the then not even a century of old art of celluloid poetics, as was seen once as a nice controposto, if may use and Italian word that Jews who make shitty little now hated by many sit coms may disdain with their barley closeted alchemists of how to make a geek funny, to Scorsese and his life's work, as Noll said, and devotions and vespers were held to engender the love of middlebrows and white women at the sanctimonious buffet, and the out and out detesting by my stoic fadder of that crew, I could once as have said, write often and deeply about film in a way that they often and early on did like before the middlebrows of the new York-er, once made sport of my Anzio recalling mister Mike, although that as before the now slamming papered dons of the mouse factory did try to make everything they bought, no martyrs it's own roman affectation , George, tell me about the wookeis, George, into maddening and prancing vestiges at their various theme parks and sleeping beauty lands , which sadly in mid winter, Bullwinkle a gem of almost Vaughn Bode or Petronius satire is always gone, and a pale cartoon version of the honeymooners has alas taken his place each night, over reasons that I am unsure. So, with nothing really to watch, and growing into almost Fathers distrust and dislike of Hanna and his Barbara, I turned it around late at night, as think I eat a whopper left behind at the lunch, and watched Elsbeth, and was in no mood to merely now go to bed. 

 

 

The film seemed to just start at , like, 10, and would therefore go on until the gauge said in winter-night shine, until 2, and I was in no mood to see it out , alas brunette Angelical heroine was in this, who a mean and snarling blond loving hag who wrote for a local rag, a cow named Urrichcio, and this was such a laugh line to some queer named Casablanca, of all people, at some gossip show haunted by the ghost of last Capri cortisone even then Babe Payly, the old relic with shellacked hair and nails and undertaker's grace at max factor Cindy whatsoever her name, at some E faggy show about Hollywood types and all, that prissy gossip columns, unlikely the woppish one who place pictures of models up on his vulgarian wall, lest anyone dare think his bearishness he had chosen meant he was as queer as pop tarts, he had sneered at this local writer for calling the heroine of the just found piece, the once pretty and pre witchiepooed up villain of always available for slurs by Jo Ann Warings and her magical canticle of boy loving boys life wanna be witch harry Potter. She would long after this journey to Italy, at which she and a less than prime miss Jean Brody would set down, a woman who looked like she was in the throws of consumption, it was said then, as as merger a showing of her less than bitchy wit that caused the cleft chinned , hair highlighted, smart ass-ed queen of gossipy television to pluck her from Allegheny obscurity and demean a nobody as piffling fagits have since the vomitorium days the Spartans that you know resent and always love to spit downwards as much as a possible.

The film was of a sub genus, a sort of film seen in Roman springs with miss Stones before this one, which already I recalled when first saw this with a father who was soon to leave me then, but I stayed up and watched if only for the image of a pretty brunette amid the mezzegorrnio exquisite light of that apostolic sin, which somehow like the iron deposits of the Tyber and the Master Cherry trees of Pinocchio's forest and groves in Liguria are always there for PBS and their shillers to somehow make it seem as I have seen that nothing the Italians have ever done or did anything more than just the collection of local bundles of reeds which though it the word smeared by some say as fascistic, is indeed the hammer and the ax that was the pre eagle symbol of the Roman republic,sorry Antifa, like the Bush family would;d take the word Vesta out, whether they like it or not. As after all, like Freud and his fear of manias and woman in the dark who make men mad, or made, as naming them mania after them, Marx was indeed like most Jewish Germans something of a Roman buff, as it was indeed always double billing Luther who they truly couldn't stand.

In the film, the woman, girl really still then, was that flower of English womanliness who have had to go to a Roman to evade woman haters since Arthur, who wore roman drag for a exquisite reason. I don't think that Roman Bill has forgotten our miss Maddow reconciling at his calling a coed who caught his eye, or was it liver,...?, at the quad, as he like I must have that nigh noticed that our bed-roomed eyed lesbian of at least chap stick, was so aggrieved over Trump that still she wasn't so devoted as to once in a wile shut up, as we know know they were indeed as I had warned , were being pay'd by the word, the syllable, if they could charge for them, and eye rolls and mugging are indeed the lowest form of politics. Or politicos. But at CNN, Ted comes to praise the bureaucracy not to bury it.

Really even as a boy surrounded by nuns I would have been shocked to see that waste fraud and abuse was yet again, just another pick up line of his own, and how to pick up girls as used by that bloated blow hard rapist Byzantine Bill, sorry, I have fallen off the bandwagon, Praetor Bill, but then as Pa said, when you walk with people who limp...and somehow he didn't survive being this close to the wrong shop at Pharsalia, and indeed the ghost of also henpecked Augie saw enough when you didn't depute the old coot segregationist whose very existence made you say that that era of big gummit was over. But then satire is in my own DNA, not festooned with fake devotions until it as it is getting closer, comes time for GE Theater to jettison whatever black chicks have become too egregious , to the true devotions of the building, selling bombs and toaster ovens. All, which usually happens only days after they dare take the holy sacrament of the revealed word of their holocaust and try to twist and bend it, like an Italian monk, to their own needs and say something Sisyphus liken as in #freepalestine, thus engendering the wrath of having meathead and ed Henry on the same disastrous side. They are having try outs, replacements all, for queers to lessen the blows and the welts of tossing negro broads to the curb in front of the armimentarium, the Bush familia knew all about the street in front of the Flavian amphitheater when I was a kid, and my father warned me of the less than Merchant Ivory movie that was Italay in 1948, as they these white devils who love deaths lashes out in Venice ever remember that those great sets did indeed see, as Catiline warned us, that whatever parades and riots that GE thinks it can engage, manage and even direct, yes rid that trigger I said of Biden sure that he would find some Perseid's that he couldn't survive, it was the law of who pied whom and in fact Bill Clinton got paid and he was paying out, see...?, well, that tripartite flag has seen more than its share of the fiery reds as the greens always manage to try to hide in the fruit Sellers of empire. {how did I know...?}

John Bushema attempt art school 1995

There is now a talking point, less like Jesuit trained debating, as if anyone can do that anymore, and more like one one liner after at the joke wall, Artie, there is not enough compassion shown for the mistresses and make work in laws of senators. Much less the hostesses that they traded up for, like say Layka did and would. It is a call for an empathy, that Bidey never much showed, for anyone, and is misplaced, and is indeed a soft tenderheartedness no one saw anywhere when Clinton the pig in this animal farm, said it was indeed time to be a fiscal hawk over welfare, cause that's what the polls and patron Fulbright away told him so. I watched the film longer than I would have thought it. I watched the sunny environs of mother Italian, that garden and palimpsest of ruination ruins, and too I was collared in by the sight of then pretty, pre witchcraft Beatrice ,still girl with the gate of goddesses pre Chalmers Dickens fag of penny dreadful calling all Italian women as witches like a fag like him might, as she gleamed and shone there as the perfectly settled English girl in these sets of historical farce, a, I thought, lovely woman that a women who was more than willing like various opus to live out her yenta creed would hate. I stayed with this longer than I would have thought so when found it this original day of the recalled beloved dead woman they have had since Cattlius' Claudia, and like I said, the sanctimonious among those who think a page on word press makes them into a new millennium Bennett Cerf, they always suit up and I will always be true to my Moral imperative and always tell off the alleged poets of empire, more Kipling and kippers and imperial London war colleges than not, and will make them recall that self same Catullus that appear and lives for me in those ancient ruins of columns made out of sandstone women now replaced by the war contumacious radio city, tragedy city tower of true mercenary,where satire and blood money gets to, if not die, fall to the phlegm of plandemucs unsought through. When do bring up Cattlius and his Venus hand made epics and shined stones, and they never spit back at that, though I am unsure why that would be, but then I was taught how to make an argument by the brethren, whose black and white pope is alas, we are starting to hear is dying away in the hospital that those who traffic in the virgin Mary and brought to when the bees wax of candles falls mute or at least enthralled.

She was here the girl the she of even the attempt at Roman epic and Italian often hated, but more so admired and even wistfully needed by English men of a Cartesian class, as it is the hanging gardens of exiled Ovid that slickest Willie did not only get his Oberon and his faeries of a midsummer;s night, smiled or not, but too, it was there that the witches of Macbeth also were birthed, which amusingly in our lessening and even evaporating time of wokedness, seems to have bothered more racists sorts than they have ever admitted to being. With a mane of hair showing the incursions of Caesars legions going back, if not the bivouacking of Hannable before he said a Punic Feh to that happy little island, her darker look not used to so much Conan Doyle showers, and a litheness of a Siren in a Gustav Dore fairy take illustration, I felt saddened to think she would eventually be wicthiepoooed up by being sued as a prop by that cartoonist goon, Cal arts wannabe, Gahan Wilson pretender, who had remade her, who had won that role of a latest vestal down to an always white dress, again shed be blackened up with hubby's inkiness sure enough, and like the miss Jean Broadie with her always as enlist matron of scared cattiness when not as in Carol Burnett, playing an Anglican tart with her a real cuteness, both indeed would get closer to the Maccers witches than anything, one good and one bad, of course, from Jo Ann depending upon what colored hair they were born with.

With hours to go in the Roman month of recalled bibles and beloved dead, replaced by a media of war consortium and Grimm's streaking mouse factotums with a black Castillo painted an always strange and even marti gras , princely Purpled, the planetarium of the medievel days of darkness so adored by that Klan and English professors, at which I have heard from well wishers and the ungovernable radials not willing to sell their soul to the bombs away leftists, came again to the fore as it has a want to do in our decline and fall. At the tower at which batterings rams are made to war engineers specifications, and at which many a Cato doth ever say a warning of Caesars triumphalism stealing Rome's heart as long as his is able to pimp without spilling his godly blood on the floor, a Jesuit preacher did tell me I had a Roman antibody in me, a ruin and vestige of the house of Agricola, an Etruscan warrior, but then as Gore Vidal can attest when once connects themselves back to that standard those who openly believe in freedoms land being a shire at which at least the chosen are allowed marriage rites, it can go Morley to the viking lovers to which Bilbo of ours should have never listened to such German balderdash and made up maps colored with paperback tea. At the sandstone towers, that used Toscanini and then Carson later to cover and draperies its war attuned stances, well, using that line I sued since a boy, Satire was what bleeds this time on Sunday night, as the anniversary of SNL was a dreadful slog I read, and all I could think watching a smidgen of it was we miss you mister Mike.

Its is already noticed that coming home to roost malt breed Maya –but not the roman goddess mind you but the more noble savage sorts I am sire, Rudolph, who was indeed the paper bag princess alleging Laugh in relic Lorne to give it to those who deserved it , like Oprah, and to somehow for some reason the sister of of a slain Italian dressmaker who dared have the impunity and the Gaul to be massacred by a wayward fdaggot,and like as in Manzo—sorry, Moscone, that can not be tolerated by again Jews in the armementarium's foyer. A channel perhaps getting even showed at their own prime time celebration of this long moribund show, that one done by castaway Larry David, who again I have stalwart rather liked, as when one becomes a millionaire shoving nothing at the people in so ostentatious a way, any satirist worth his saltpeter will indeed come to know that alas, hes a winner too, and will bade their tongue in the perpetual pit and pendulum for others known as ass dark and not black, comedy. I mean, Al Franken doesn't get to not be a writer at the National Lampoon and then take a thirty year John as the buddy sorrel of auditorium sketches and bel Arabs by not making sure,a s Ovid said, he is always the first one censored, of not reminisced, which I guess is a Roman joke even he would allays get.

I sat and even my brother, a hater of that show seeing it and Lorne as a come on artsy theater that which somehow derailed me from my own Georgetown destines , although I have told told him he was gone by then. But he said the basics of the argument was there, and sharper than me and more jeuistcial then I, that's all anyone really needs. Seeing a biography of Chris Farley as Belushi with more sweetness and as much fatso pain as any Arbuckle ever had, still, seeing Al Franken still doing an interviewer from his crown Vic , squeezing you in as an ex senator, frozen in first term-er back benched life, might, again, we miss you Mister Mike, who explained it wasn't anti semetism, just anti Jewish borscht belt humor that made the lampoon so great, and alas even as a boy I was Bored of the rings , something that driven around pig man Franken I suspect would never do.

And this night, as comedy wasn't pretty at all, but had a need it seemed for at first Viagra, and now a transfusion, as mayor of Encino Tom Hanks called the Trump voters, you know, the popular vote, recast which is funny as elitism is after all a cage, he would storm out soon enough, showing just how sanctimonious one can become when started his career in sanitized ABC drag. And May, in a fit of sanctimonious selfishness, why she wasn't at all those inprov shows at second city or as a grounding or wherever for nothing, though with COVID, that is soooooo before a segregationist lived out his Aurelia third act, she showed up and blew air kisses and such at all the collected geriatrics shoved into a room that was filled to capacity, without Bugs as Leopold to get even with Giovanni Jones. But, I thought, it would serve them right if this time, satire dndt just bleed on sayirday night, was alberfet Brooks there...?, but would in fact, exponentially fill up with piss and be given an almost deleterious respirator, as Martin Short who again was coined by Carson as funny, and he was not a fan of this , using his writers friends line, that NBC was alas thinking of doing a comedic version of Saturday Night live. I love how somehow dark isn't a pejorative as much as black is, and still get well insisting gals telling me to tone it down, to whac be thriown from the snate because Goerge Will loiiiked at me cross eyed, ah there is a floor!, no, no cause, if I was ever actually thrown from any of somnambulism he has haunted since the shah wasn't his friend, now that would be worthy of Livy, or one of the books that somehow Clinton got away with saying he adored.

Again with hours to go now in the month of the dead, that self same planetarium did give the Sejanus hatchet, we still call the cutting and at the football stadia a Turk after his jangling simivar, Lucius Sejanus, as alas, immigration isn't all that white women reek it up to be as need someone to clean their toilets, well, a black woman named Joy Reid was given the old pink slip, and told, deliciously to me, to be banished from the tower of Jeanie and Cowboy Bob. she cried like a woman would, me and bill are the last stoics, sad enough for you, but what did you expect from, an armimentarium that adhere to the lessons of compassion as taught by the Aquinas of Robber Welsh...? the way we live now. compassion for bureaucrats, better you had cried once for Italian grandmas once or twice.

 

Such is the third act, or catastrophe when one starts to believe that the dons of light bulbs are aye different than they were as Father Gore told is when Ronald Reagan too full of his own bullwhip dared speak ill of the Tennessee Valley Authority LIGHT AND SPINNING ELECTRIC MATERS TO THE FRUITED PLANE LIKE A DOUBLE BILLING PROMETHIUM, hey who is that again who flies over the Rockefeller center Christmas tree in a miasma of paganism that the barbarianism, as Tacitus said, sing of Hercules in Germany, again....? Anyway she was unformed as I knew and said somewhere shed be when she dared to say, all Charles rocket and shit, that Biden after all , his only attribute as being not Donald Trump, always a dealt knell in politics ask Cassius, bitterer such works, as Octavian Bill is always bewildering on the piers of Ostia, and she dared to say , like it was a insult of some kind, that this old man was an Effing warmonger, and effing wasn't the disrupts word to the company that indeed made a million dollar a day from what else, the TVA, for which Roland Reagan apologized and said as much he had this time, shot from the hip, as he always casting wrote a flier to Gore Vidal, sung he could mimic every great republican he needed to and would be the prefect Nixon, Joe Cantwell in The Best man, or even the Eisenhower charioteer if need be, but alas was turned down, though even gore later said, he would have been great at it, as he made a better Machiavelli than he did a Lorenzo. A wild fire, as it Were, started, and even always , well not always Keith Marcus Antonius Rachel was there to speak sonnets to the dead, or worse than that canceled, irony abounds in a decline and fall, but then, this was never liberalism, or god forbid radicalism, as much as it was poaching off blow hard, Negros see sometimes it is the word just is perfect, Miss, and others to never ask about the ethics of drone war fare or how panned obsolesce went to the front, hoo rah. Its amusing to my brother watching Bannion , a Jesuit student he noticed, give this woman a bigger audience than she should have had, Darwinism is all, that she doesn't mind being fed by racist hands, so tell that to your buddy Keith Olberman, he said, whose falling from bombing grace was barely noted by she and of course, he didn't check the boxes that she needs to get things shipped. As the month of the noble dead now more implemented than they thought as much damn the dago plebs of and Di Remini tragic and comic heroines of New Jersey for not voting for their beloved kamikaze Camilla, AND THEY SPANG INTO ACTION, at the armimentarium, LOOKING FOR SOMEONE WITH A SOUL TRAIN HAIR CUT, still, with hours left to go, Jon Stewart who came back at the worst time, tragedy is comedy plus timing, and the applause meter used by the Ted Mack is on the fritz, he was so angry at the goys and the plebs fr not being able to lift him as he had come used to, that he in full torch song melody, all he need was a boa, actually cut open his own hand with a worlds worst TV dad mug, and I was hoping for a Danny Ackroyd like french chef skit in which either real or fake blood came spilling out until he glossily crumbled to a desk of news which is something only this Jewish clown seems to use anymore as black anchorman Lester was also purged. did i ever mention that it was finding my brother's beloved Wally Wood EC comics and brothers Mad that changed me from a good little boy...? But I love Roman devotion, don't you....?

I sweep the nuclear dusts behind the leaden door.