I LOVE MUDTOWN IN THE FALL 17 October 2026

Again all pictures have been accepted or sold, so up yours mister Spacely and your Uniblabb. 

1. The Romans called Paris Mud town, and said, only half wit barbarians could name their city over the biggest playboy, the biggest nothing in literature. 

As to me the moments of a belittled beaten down summertime was in fact when the woman, thought to be a lesbian, hated by n uns and not by the priests, hummmmn, how she got the accolades to begin with took one look at that bomber's hagiographer's Ullesseys  said check please, as this was crap. A gal sent me an email, one who liked my sensualized woman hood drawings, whereas Hillary's warlocks do especially not, and told me with an echo of my brothers alarmed admiration, well, Anthony she said, Homer, Sadly called that one. And i don't even like Homer, sadly i  wasn't expecting Virgil, I said with filial devotion, but she was. I wrote that back.  

 

I once got a like from Jon Stewart and Rachel Maddow both over a line of a cartoon I had drawn an actually got published eventually, don't I always…? , in which I said, I do like getting the Christmas mediation of the New York times and love getting for the Dior and Bulgari ads. Ah but we were allowed to be sarcastic then, and then they sold their soul to the wife a rapist the worst of America my ma told me, even as a i was a boy, still, I'd be a rapist, my mom warned me, rapist before their hissy boys would be, and too all became praetoria rats in the allayed ways awaiting the being hurled into a roman base of a statue. I wonder if anyone got beads up at GE theater, or the comedy central show that survived the vulgar Muppets of blowhard Kimmel, when at last as the first started to ignite in the Gaule kingdom so admired by GE tv, that hill Billie always used to a good swindle, said why yes, she was for mass deportation as she was for mass incarceration when she still held her jail stocks. And somewhere, true believer Kieth Olbermann is in the hinterlands as out petering apus Jon signs a recitation, showing corruption is after all the best con of all. Somebody demanded their cut,  

 queen Roma. 

 

 

The summer already with a hole blown into it, was made harder by the fact that a Dell i have, and uses, seems to freeze up on me. Therefore, not having written down the bookmarks, or written down only older ones, I was therefore off the sites I had come to rely upon before a pratfall in all ways worthy of a Psedelius. It was indeed made worse by my having watched that awful show of ray Romano who is the sort of wop that i have always despised, thanks to pop, as it was really in in this vendetta campaign for mother Hillata, that i thought to myself there were far too many wops of the sort who had gathered like rats in a  secret of NYHM without the serum, hell it wasn't past even pinky and the brain as much as it was just a barren garden abandoned and left to the raid surviving rodents who now thought they were beloved dogs.  

 

I lost out on a few please send mores or shown agility work from many who said my Patricius tinted work didn't fit the tenor of their done by amateurs in the roman's scenes of the word, works and days and staples, as I have liked getting my work in as many zine's and art magazine's as I can. Only as a f you to the scammonies', who again have too grumble to themselves that King Clinton openly tipped drained bloody bandages from his beaten body politic, as he was openly looking for instances for all that that could mean and be snickered at, though in seeing some of the reaction of the above mentioned arts of the semen stained praetorium, it wasn't as funny or as admired or as licked now, as I could have told him, but who listens to me, it is amazing how scanty oust the praetorian become when you no longer as Guicciardini advised hold the whip and when one does not.  

 

2.  

The week begins as i said with always hyperbolic and seething and vicious stragea mother Hubbard suddenly misto as ma would say, and thoughtful when on that third hand or third cup used by Bush house Negro Obama, now that she gives it a second thought, especially with 7oo year old police barracks and mayor offices burning down, it wouldn't all in all be a bad ideal to heap the trash back on that other side of that Tyber, that she didn't win and they never do, as Jebb plans yet another assault pn a sickened Parnassus, and won't be the familia that loses the carpi of Landry land, even or especially that poppy dead. I saw where porcupine, dancing, cloven hooved, petrifying dog Karl Rove per Fox's den capuchin, that family just loves seeing Bill’s Romans as corrupt, capelin with some white bollard he had to sue to explain things like mother angelica to a wayward drunken Bush boy. In that he is not in any way a bigot as some other Texans is and were. 

That's big talk trashing the godfather of the crime family that way as he did use the corpus of a Willie Horton to gain the presidency with Dan Eager acquiescence, the remnants of flags burned by the collected cuiras of Texas by ways of Maine, in the lowest road taken since Dante, and with an only redemption coming from Bill Clinton having, a good Jesuit student, taught them all how this black art was indeed done.  

 

I know as much as that one that he was after all an interloper, a stranger in garb of the family, an alley pimp compared to the lace curtain Irish of Southfork meets kennibuckport, and so within the house of hearing that. Suddenly, the polls did a quick reversal as Jedidiah , I kid, Jeb isn't a nickname , it's a patch of monogram on a silken robe, the one the romans key was afflicted, and he was being blamed, even by labor typed a drunkard hating fatso cows who ran for office with greasy grimy un- prelled hair and in bowling shirts and that crazy eyed look to the heavens of fluorescent lights, she explain now she was drunk as a skunk and dump as a deputy dog when she gave out that smirking look of Rosie O'Donnell charms, as the Bush get what they  deserve and George will and the very ass that talking about how was not good enough to be included in their political cotillion, they should have known that Jimmies and Roberts and the rest of the stickers of the jersey bridge and tunnels should have been the first not allowed in. as  I saw El Sherriff, the bearded charmer and the worst example of grooming since harry potter, when at a necessary arranged black power meeting, that the mixture of fear and loathing, insecurity and semantic assurances as they had the gentleman agreements first as romans and Italians never had, that he there with beady eyes and a Danny Thomas without the warmth, that Arab looked openly like something closer to the Nazi dentist in marathon Man, as Biden's showed ensiling an election will always be easier for the types who were against busing than it will ever be for those who were pleading as usual to be bushed in.  

 

As a Roman, my father assured me a Talie headmaster had told him we were, and as an Italian worthy of the sea salt in my veins, I gave it at the ex officio long ago. Amazing despite being snared and somehow not European, says much, anchormen doing stories about Motown, I'm the one losing the black vote by the barracks that that party put up in the days of DP Moynahan. 

 

3.  

But, along the way maybe four weeks in as recorded as unable to really ends out some work and spent all day drawing and writing and creating as one should maybe, with most of the hallucinogenics of HAL, and who said that ten years ago to Ed Shyltz when Colbert was begging for free cars to show his free heart, I found a show to watch  each night called the Middle and starring the now beguiling to me Patria Heaton, who i had written off for someone's as a wop hating sanctimonious woman long ago. Perhaps I had watched too much Family guy sadly enough, as he is the arch enemy of our cartoon network Disraeli, Stwert, who unlike Martin Short, who I always liked since Carson, does Jerry, without even knowing it. 

 

I found myself making these newly found shows a fulcrum of the days of works and arts and may actually use the pratfalling , as did Titus, now seen , though not for long. I'd bet, as a genius of playwriting, as I had read the tatters of his or was it Terence's How to be a Roman playwright, which can bother the hailing Satan adhering megadas as ma called Hillary long ago, she saw though the mother hating Berray and Hillatata long before anyone, as asked what caller has the sad ending of a Claudia in Cattalus 83  or Laura, no more like  Beatrice, who was catching bill’s eye along the way as Jesuit boys might and may, as he was sure our Livia had stuffed a beloved Claudia into some unmarked, ignoble, undeserving grave way back a ways.  I found her and her daily as well-crafted as a television commedia dell arte, only the ziti haired son got on my nerves.  

 

But the wife, the husband, even the weirdo little creepy kid who looked like young Pee Wee, were rather funny and most of all that that Old Frankenstein joe, old bag a refugee from Barney Miller and other cast offs and aging CBS hold overs made me sick, they here had a warmth, which assuredly the GV hated new yorker did assuredly not even try for. Most of all it was the adorable daughter who could have like porky pig been another mean vicious little jew joke on those they have been sure since Norman the barbarians have been against them, though somehow the gates weren't high enough, and the call came from the praetorium, that a most un-Italian like son had just slit the throat of a father who should have saved us the homages and worried about his own son somewhat.  

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I found the braces wearing girl delightful, gawky, and gangly and I have known many thereof, and sanely a twang of sadness when I thought of all the things at that age myself that I allowed to go abandoned over some fagit blond haired mixed race to Italians, meaning Polish, those husbands are everywhere  or maybe in jail by now,  He was a wop who saw enemies everywhere, and so there I always a personal reasoning behind everything , and i was more than willing to back away, but the brethren told mt father they liked my heft, in all ways, and the fact that my repute made them seem like the sorrs who made studcents read tH Hifry of Iraly an d italo Calvino, amid the thick necks raping girls wops. 

And its why I wince at the idea after forty years of Scorsese and his first wife Dinero making one wop commodity after the next, that I have to watch all I say about every queen and poof until showing the truth again, Bayridge barrack, a sad and limp visitation there, wow, wow wow as Franklie would say, go's to a bakery that wouldn't sell a couple of fairies a needed and demanded wedding cake, we Michealangelo license our queers like dogs, which did get more of a brush than anything the Clintons say which to be fair we stopped learning to them eons ago, but they never summed to notice or care. Hail Satan, a couple of fatso’s say, not from her, as she wouldn't be filled again, mister Townsend. Or the loved by me when i was a boy Mama Cass, whose pure, crystalline voice was a perfect undercurrent to when the gawky girl finally graduated and then stupidly, like Rory Gilmore or girls and gals i was adoring long before, stupidly cut her hair.  

 

"an attempt at McGuiness"

 

I had enough of this relic of the high noon of the Bushian Junta as which so me dimwits would come to a Zamaian battle between Bush and Mrs Clinton, the Mary Poppins of Satanism, with SNL alliances not quite available or known until the end. After all they onetime told us of the evil incarnate that was Geoege Soros one too. Never build your revolts on a Marcus Agrippa who still wants to know who in hell ordered the prime beef, you coin suckers, after all…?  

 

Sp, I avoided Ray Romano and his awful dago mistral show the only kind that a good saintly woman like Whoopie can get her arms or is it teeth, around, and i did fond the Middle. Now even a sister and even my brother comes in to watch a good two hour chick of the show, as he has had enough of that channel that allowed some wife beater to ruin the dramatic of the wife killing her chidden act, allowing pin heads on RAV yo speak of the copy cants he never worries about with Diper man and the smiling wops, when again as just happens a man kills his whole family off which, who knew now no longer can make you unpresidential timber, and mere kindling as sweet old Bill clinton in folk roman act, warned a even then Willie Loman Biden as I recall, during that summer hane it was here adn not Trump who George will and Jon sewart were sure would never get in. Peleteus by definition has no pull in the hinterlands. That's the look that he gave investable when rabbi liberal Al Franken showed up at David Brinkleys masolieum must  be what he is perceptual looking like now, as chasing money is the worst ting you can do when getting the icy looks from signora fortuna, as it proves you're of no worth.  

 

That awful show was a parade of horrid Italians I hadn't seen since the Inferno, if not the history  of Italy written by Italian Machiavelli, Francisco Guicciardini, mute to the fat ugly white child of herstory to demand his snide remarks and laughing at what fills the imperials be in fact taken down and burnt, thankfully. And I had had enough of that smiling idiot who Brave the server told me is hated now more than ever before. And though she was younger and prettier in the show from ten years before, still I realized my mom was right about the belladonna effects of a prettier girl than not, and it can only be a brunette who evokes this healing. I enjoy the second of her shows, as despite watching her older and not as pretty, stull she is extremely cute, and it doesn't feel like i am watching  a woman being abused by a wop geek, who like jimmy boy is only a slip from getting his blankets of rewards.  

 

 

4. Where have I seen this before…?  

 

Towards the mid-week, a mere priest was jewed down and out but he always calculating Soros the Hut, into a nether of his acceptable civil strife which botched some eyebrow queen at NBC when reverend pig meat asked what was the difference  between  them all being anti ice and the Jan  sixers as all are errs now, but christers, and that will come soon enough. Is Paris burning…? Yes. and thank Minerva for it. But his negro goose was cooked when he spoke of white people as being barbarism without quotes who lived in bloody trees.  

 

The Stiller brother who runs, right into the ground, France, our schoolboy fantasy summer of Quirante duex, he was just leaving as the fires took hold, and but you'll always have Epicot to fulfill your fantasies. I wrote that before seeing the Middle show done at Disneyland.  

 

As he walked away from the wreckage literally, it did bother me so to see a horrid little gray haired warrior on the national biscuit company amid the tire smokes, always  doing his yeoman's work, as Macron himself would be somehow trying to blame Trump and the right wing, you know, from wayyyyyy over there making deals for the future of Paris, should there even be one. It is too much to ask that the roman gods get even with the barbarian  trash, I saw where the times and various middlebrow  yaks, it's a bigger belief system being that than certainly deviated to any gods or red flags, as I wonder is there anything that can be allowed to and there anymore speak for itself, as,mister who the hell ordered the lobster,,,?, Soros, the Marcus Agrippa of the Bush junta, yes i can through my wop stupidity always recall just where you were standing, heed better remember  that more of the Jewish cheapness died in their precous WW2 in Prais than even dies in fascist Rome . 

Ah, but then, is it too much to ask the barbarisno at the gate as they are demeaned by Macron, this time with nary  an air quote, they means it this close to their affected roman mausoleums and their marble angelicas, this time your shipped in curare marble will as they say take that! Ride the tigers, Tarzan Macron as you'll find out soon enough the one thing that you can never do well enough for a radical is enough, as Bernie the turtle stomps off the set as the real polls are like how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop, the world may not know which lies are even believed in by the tellers anymore.  

 

Is it too much to hope that the less than operatic insults and dried paint, as I am told by lovely radicals who think I am a radical as if I care when am only still a devotee of Gianrico, Benedeatto, Giordano, all mute to the coeds, and Boroni and his bleeding palms, that the less than my mother beloved victor  Hugo waves of the sooty bandaris, that they , these smiling animalistic youthful amid the ruins, the gleeful Armenian trash are being bused in by an always prestigious  who came again too close to the IM Pei glass totemic the Louvre, that they bunt it all down.  

 Loonewsburied. published 2020.

As Cato said when Caesar made a career  out of pacifying Gaul, when care spoke to impugn the reputation of a senator in Cato who was the man for all seasons said, was the least of sash wearing judges to not have taken a bribe, when Cato was impugned for not being on bloated Caesar’s constant needs to show he was an e[epileptic with guts, the sociopathic mistake of all hilarity's, he said, as referring to Gaul, who on earth w

ould we even want it…? Despite a thorn in his aside, Caesar, when heard that Cato had committed suicide, was crawling and inconsolable, less like a Roman life and more like torch song trilogy. Now, he knew he was outside of Antony, sticking with the caliber of Bushies and Macrons and Clintons delusional, as the marble halls are always infested with. I sweep the dust behind the oaken doors.  

 

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Am I enjoying the fall of Paris...?, ,did I ever tell my story that a Yale professor wrote a letter to my father that we were related to general Agricola and to submit too a scholarship at Bush U. ...well it could only be a black mark among the rabble now, as they will be told soon enough no vikings this soon in the fall of the republic. as earlier this year some white woman on a phones google decreed that French, I guess a language she pretended to speak since ninth grade, assured here other myopic chunky white trash fat girls that all was well, that somehow French wasn't a Romance language.who ordered the chicken and waffles..? Although is Paris still the most romantic city in the world when the walled romantic itself comes from a more sauterne township than the nation that Cato called Gaul, an archipelago of swamp s…? Goodnight Marcus, with, lets bust open the cholcolat store, Abdul, as one again, somehow allowed his father's legacy of bombing Arabs and ending communism to be destroyed while fingerpainting and sittin in da bathtub. You may not call him a retard, Whoopy says, but Fredo is, as usual, fine.

 

There was  a meeting I was alerted to at the Ponderosa, or whatever set junior hides,  and the Mycroft of the family is still to keep the Medici name alive, and he may have property in Marseilles, so, get that pig off the air, junior 2. it's been a hard month for the unpiety, and rape victims, barbarians in drag, and botched executions that matter more now than they did for italian beard trick drivers in which even a discouraging word about teh rich marked you if not built you a gallows that the jews in Hollywood dare act like their self inflicted blacklist of writers of Roman Holidays was even close to being. So, i took the opportunity i was asked for to make a statement about these French riots, but again i am often a disappoints as I was to the barren when at the end I don't seem to care about any of it at all, and see it all as the Guicciardini I erad as a boy, to see it all as less and epic and more a farce. If not Edward Albee when the Clintons show up, as i say to the Engels of the world, be something that you don't have  to be paid to be, as I , again beloved via Franciscans nuns, have been doing that all my life without so much as passed hat.  

 

During the days of the fires of Mud town, i saw my brother come into the front room and thought I had lost track of time and it was the showing of the middle in now its sadder more coming to tis ending days, as every Romano show was acutely the same as every other one all along. He as the again the young Italian hoodlum he and his buddies were to my ma, snuck into the front room and looked out of the Venetian blinds at the flashing of red and blue lights that I has just seen come into the house from the nearby street as I had seen earlier this week. He spoke in low and circumspect terms to me, 

 

Those are cop cars out there, he said. I have seen a detective across the street waiting for somebody since dusk, four hours he's been out there he said.  

 

I stupidly asked, How did you know it was a detective, …? He turned to me with a  look of disgust and shook his head with a tsk, as I could see even through the nighttime and the quiet sirens of light. He watched, ah you'll never really defund the po-leece, he said, As, the one vaunted Roman centurion had come little more than a bank security guard…. he said, then turning to me, I am getting like you. But, he was again impressed even if Uniblabb and i think it was this attitude from Hal I spoke of in a story called 2026 a space audacity, in which i had an inkling that Hal wasn't all he was cracked or Mad out too be, as it appears AI may be , like american politics a giant fraud. They, he said, Took that asshole from across the way, he said, The one who beat up that cute red head.  

 

This was a miscreant I had mentioned in an earlier  piece sent out called me and the radial sheik, and too in Buffalo girls, and that very twerp, the one in the Keffeyah as whitey drag all criminals and fatsos and slob girls I said at the time, use when given cover. As why are people so indignant over ICE, is that the matt helm organization…?, when they said nary a word when fatso pussy bill Clinton militarized popo’s to dragnet through the ghettoes abandoned since my pop was here, and which sunnily had to be clanged out cause a hillBilly cretin from hot springs wanted to play Caesar. 

I wonder, my sharper brother said with the laugh of a pleb who always know where things are herded,  as Bill the bank guard without a day at the front, and its dyky wife Hillary keep whistling past the Pantheon,Now, if he’ll wear a checkered Arafat Keffeyah, and call himself a person of conscious, as the old men of the senate  are open now to taking money from Aipac to Bernie's bullshit upsetted ness. Boy, does he hate jabberwoncky Bernie and every time Ed Begley sr as the Brother calls him, shows up and gives platitudes, my brother will openly say GO back to your third porch, showing that we come from the people who have been in the motherland of fiascos and we still don't believe it or pretend to like white women whose fathers left them condominiums for sale or rent, No one cried then, he said, as I know people who had drivers licenses removed from them to cripple them by hillbilly Bill, who all as I have turned on, as not an Antony does he deserve at that table. And in fact, the Rhams and the Cajuns of the bathrooms didn't say a word when the era of big gummit was over, Pogo possum. They took him out of there and took the surveillance camera he had stupidly put in the window, which, of course I hadn't seen, not shocking to him. He was selling stolen and pilfered car parts and scrap iron out of his apt, my brother said, And so with Greco, the local car parts king around here, hearing this sent out the state police to show him what was what. The more things change…he said, as whatever El Sayid was shocked by,  my brother saw was out there in the paradise of viaducts and strip malls, back when I was a little kid.  

THE PLASTIC MENAGERIE, or THESE DRAWINGS OF MINE 2. 26 September 2026.

 

Having read Roman history since I was a Jesuit trained boy, I can pinpoint the exact moment some hag, coot or radical slime is finished., as the curia, same root as circus,  can get legions to be creeps in sashes, boy lovers at the cloak room more then they can get them anywhere close to Germania after the imperial conversion. And Constantine was no mere mayor, learn your color codes, dears, fat women with bad skin, bad hair,  and pop bottle glasses will never rule the  earth dears, as Sweet old Captain Billy has been reduced like a fox to perusals on the internet, But seeing IN THEIR SOLEMN HOLIDAY, NOTHING THE NUNS SAID TO ME IS SACRED TO A WHITE Woman, yesterday that Angel Martin here par for a smiling goon Trojan jackass, couldn’t go a morning without laughing it up at the death ceremony of the lost forest, I knew he was finished as radicals are always more trouble than they are worth. 

Like Biden looking at his watch while the  dead were carried before him, at least Clinton, while dripping, had a true sense of decorum, he lived for such star turns,  that coloreds and marionettes don’t. So as old coot Biden was destroyed that day hed drown for the rest of his term, I knew the curia was always ready to get rid of him and his assorted relatives, and now, the well to do socialists  already upset at scansion from this smiling nothing, wont take another smile from him, as the die is cast, and you’ll find out what’s was Greek to them. Bring out all the Alfrankens you want, hey maybe you can destroy Trump and get him to kill your enemies, how clever, but see, I still recall the bel Arabs. But you’ll always have the Vomitorium sketch to fall back on. Even I am shocked sometimes, as was today when the collected goons of Fox news, football divisions, acted like a game already tearing scabs off of the age of three card Monte ghettos, acted like that game in Ann Arbor last week was “a miracle“. As Christ would say, for my next trick…Cue Sergeant Bilko as our Virgil, how are ya. I shouldn’t have been shocked though, as the snake as Dante said, will come so famished hell eat his own tail, he said of Minoas, as again smiling it up at the few times that the overfed Superintendents can try to act patriotic and caring amid the wearying of fatsos and drag queens, wearing blood soaked Boas is something no mere clerical hoodlum can walk away from. 

Super season 2016.

Outside of a few straggling praetorians left at Hillary's life long sing song of Medea, i have gotten a share of good work, and told what quality work they are moved to call it as some pass by or wont place it in their low rent new yorkers, as national lampoon said when i was a kid, goodbye to all of that. There is nothing sadder after AIDS than an aging praetorian after all, and early on into all of this, I said even eventually the strgea wife would bring our Petronius Bill downwards into the gutters, and eventually she would have parade worthy of her mispent, abused,  life, and her own praetorians would indeed hold a triumphal parade as they all crossed %th avenue. 

Again, if after a certain age you re still a hatchet man in the praetorium, that just means your blood , as ma said, had been flooded by the fat that the predators and picadors,  have thrown at you to eat and mixes with a bile that can come only to those who are vulgar and vicious and useless , all at the same time. Boy, I miss the National lampoon and still try to create my own Nuts and Idylls and odd bodkins, and Mad in dotage along the merry ways. So,  i might have issued it but i dont recall it as  so, as Bibi came to the bauhaus legion of nations, where Capote one lived, in the salad days of Carson, and started to spit bilge at everyone, as all are liars he is assured with usual aplomb, , all have to be gotten even he with over Dauchau, and he had a bloated bolstering bombast that frankly showing hwy i cant stand con man Mamdamik, a nice even eventual illegal arrest, would have been perfect as a moral fitting ending. Of course, thought nothing happen to the mole people before getting too close to Sanhendrins Ritz suites meant that all were arrested, as October blindsidings are after all for suckers and the pleb people. Until they are not. Please no starlets and old doctors from must see tv telling me how to weep like the Antony scolded Romans, over Palestinians, when i can recall what happened when I dared one or twice merely mention Jedah. Therefore, the compassion of  Narcissus is always an insult, probobly, to you.

THE AMERICAN DECAMERON DAY 27 A COMIC STRIP. 

Actually published once by a lower rent Playboy. an art school attempt at Olivia De Bernardinis. I don’t have to apologize for my CBS minstrel show.  I got a lot of “we want to see more: this summer over my again Petronius minded satire of Jewish creeps suddenly not as war mongers and now anti AI, once the polls were received. And so I have gotten some nice retorts over my rewriting of 2001 but with Elmo Musk and his beloved Gronk as HAL. Despite not chasing my losses, SO MIGHT SPEND THE REST OF THE YEAR FIXING THAT UP. This is not my Univac. All my heroines  are Roman Vestals before various Clintons and their stregas  made them all into dumb blonds and victims, and for no discernable meaning whatsoever. So, therefore I  might take the rest of the year to :flesh it all out as it were, as unlike Stanley i java nev er had to take my name off of anything, as I knew that Spartacus was a Howard Fast foray tale from the get go, and that his disdain at slavery meant his slavery, as like jesu, the thracian prince thought in the Romans world that place and frankly counted for something. 

Now in the dregs off the worst summer since I had in 1980, I seem to have taken a relapse, and have a body as sore and as tight and as beaten as its ever been. But as I have said, despite those hangedrons who are befuddled enough to think they still brandish teeth for a couple as seemingly historic as Gus and Livia, I have done well enough. I count the year as a victory of sorts, the modest in the very feasts of Janus that my Sunday comics page by the way of Hal Foster , The Black Knight, i do not know or much care anymore if Vulcan junior so something owned by dc comics in its famous wally wood era of greasy lawyerly tactics. And I showed with the installation of that page at my best Alex Raymond Sunday supplemental best, that i had achieved something more than the merest cartooning page as some of

my grabbed with both hands play boyish cartoons and satirical comics have been all along. 

Witch, a re imagining Halloween comics 

Some days I do, despite myself, get a really wanted piece sent in and accepted as that doesn't happen all the time, but as i said, i take what i can get. Asked to round out the pieces about Elmo, and his dreadful Gronk. his Uniblabb, as  i have as i have done since a mere boy and took on the various liturgies of a church, which was meant for closed prefects to hide, and still make money for no apparent reason, really by milking the poor as a sacred cow. As I,  unlike some, more fearful at some literary magazines, I took on the deared Elmo, open the pod bays doors Alfred E, the resemblance is striking so, an  like Keir as i said in one of the pieces, still being hem and hawed ov er as if I have said something of our least est god, and i made sure any who make a point  that nothing done with the help of Elmo’s divine box will be used, as if i would!- I took on the spec ex, sounds like a laxative though, and I noticed a whole back that they, it, whatever, making a point about my having gotten only three acceptances  along the way, when in fact I have twenty pages of resume, including winning some amazon consists along the way. I made sure that I wonder here and there that indeed Elmo was in fact praying to a least of gods, and one again as it ahs been since Eugene v  Debs, garage in and garbage out and soon enough secretaries doing the nails, will be able to point an accusing thumb at Gronk, or Opendoors chat or Anthroporfix, whatever tabernacle we have been allotted , which the democrats ike beady eyed Joshie were all gung ho for and will be again as soon as power will be theirs finally again, they think, i made certain to say that at least about me and the harvesting of information about me, one solitary  Kesuit strained student who read Ovid while you all were licking dicks , eating carpets, or just kiting checks, that Uniblabb was after all, wrong. The emperor has no carbonite casing as even the phones still catch fire and must be thrown out of the purse, as come again Elmo causes his space junk to shatter and effect the goddess of the moon, as is somewhat romantic to some, had said. 

Vestal accepted 2015.

I made sure that it was here and there and everywhere under his reddest eye of control alt delete that in fact Hal was wrong, and that maybe an Arthur C Clark, a boyhood hero of mine, no fan of shit like Dune of Herbert’s mess, that he it was wrong again, as some of the devoted nuns and the priests and evocitively the lutherans who my mother and the nuns dispised for making women wives, if attractive enough, and removing from the earth the mother Gertrudes, which have kept the knowledge that fat bleated wops like Jimmie legs and blowhards dont like to have to recall  or remember as they have made a pact with pompous stupidity, meaning no Inomonatos here, cause if bill Clinton is deprived a conversion scene, amid the chicken frikcasee box lunch unmarried women, hag and not vestal cornered, he will be danned if you get one this  far away from the ivy covered Eturian villas , which at the drop pf a queer business in the park round that rere, can always be remade into  of set design more befitting hogans heroes. Again, I am not one of those lovable Italians you see on television. 

I am glad to see on brave that indeed there is a growing contingent of they and them , pro, ably women who cant stand tha very sight of Ray Romano who is as we search for an enemy of mine than any mere northwestern Colbert could ever be, I know he is a con and has played three card monty, all along. As it wasn't me who fresh from a smoldering crater of a show that I tried to affix my name to the dreaded gospels of barbarians called Tolkien; and why did the greatest liberal since Gore Vidal love the daredevil elvish man who outside of the painted  back cover made to look like was not , when he as placing his less than  irgillian sonnets, though Virgil is sadly one of the masterworks that JRR, the height of arrogance, he didn't spit at, which I don't know what that even could mean, but why did Steverino love Tolkien so much, when i, taught liberalism by the Franciscans nuns couldn't stand the man with Masseys’s face. I could hear Captain Billy's whiz bang from here say, you're not my friend. 

What perhaps is the cold and the fact that night falls most quickly now, as it seems like my Leonid birthday was only days ago, which I guess it was. But still, what is it that makes it hard to stand up strength and walk about thai long, as have gone through almost all the pens, and a thicket of paper was  destroyed by a latte again, as I have not been able to walk into even a dollar store, much else get any larger hold or food at the local giant eagle, but all that is helping me lose the egregious weight. 

II.

A BUNNY"S LIFE 6.

For the last seven weeks or so I had sat there in the now colder but perpetually tempest tossed nights, covered with a sheet of flannel, and I watched the egregious, once adored one by the prairie mezzanine, Romano, who name is an insult to how many Romans have died at the end of civic swords along the way. I read Labriola when I was 12.

I know it is electron year, as the Roman hammer and sickle of the Roman republic is soon enough to be dropped on the floor, swept away, as the whole romanticism of the fat girls attempt at pretenses of surrealism pf socialism,  as they hit the local wal mart, for jumbo packs of frankfurters, like with Jeddah, please no sanctimony from the hags yes who made Monica jokes for baby jane or huey along the ways and means. The Romans roots of the very image is known enough by the dreary and awful Bush family, they are what the Borgias were to Guicciardini, now whose dumbest daughter as the family recalls so, speaks out of about poppa’s veracious unlooked into various tragedies along the roads of the family empire. The whole Jewish theater pretending it was an Italian commedia dell arte came to  boorish crashing end to me as it seemed that the editorial decision was made that in American one sung of by the Chicano dancing girl who couldn't breech the walls of Miami that close to Betty White , neither could the father from the delightful Breaking away from when I was a boy, as every so often the doges of hollywood judaism have to  admit that maybe one incessant movie from the crucible of Stan Lee isn't the way to go. 

I could take no more of this goon, and his orange nose and his constant shrugging and laughing and mugging was too much and now that the brother had to be mailed off to suburban marriage land, as the jewish owner of this plastic menagerie had to always do, as since Norman Lear marriage is all, as even Paddy Chayefsky new and said as much. By now they both made Vito Scotti look like the Leonardo in the show I saw as a kid. 

The parents were by now dying it appeared, as geriatrics replaced the merest of timing for old Frankenstein, and what was truly awful about palming thai married to the producer in law into a show she barely got without diluting the part of a brunette wife,  who can't give birth to a blond child, they who was more commodity  than anything, and when heard that one of the twin boys, basically there to emit sound, had killed itself, knew that had to mean something that Raymondo would have to grin and smile and tap dance his harlequin way to. When he had to be married off, showing not even a measure of the laws of the gods of comedy and tragedy, without an even verbal empty saluting of the calculus of Plautus, the two boy men had to be married off, there was no third way , and there is escape from malta, I would guess. But worst of all was this Jewish circus owner bringing in as they do, elderly guest stars, this time Jerry Hubbard and Georgette Baxter, whose ghostly Jim Naborslyisms is inescapable it seems on the Futura televisions nowadays. Watching them come forth, they were always Irish. of all people, as God knows they never been criminals, or trash, but true to stereotypes unsaid,  who couldn't stand a policeman and his overreaching studdabubba mater, orr the wax figure of il duce that Peter Boyle had somehow become after shooting all those hippies to Archie Bunkers Mad magazine delights. I couldn't take this and said an almost ghetto like  oh hell nooooo, I said, I;m not watching this shit,  i said aloud and quickly thought i would go to another station where the transvestite  Divine , as a math whiz eat up american illiterates in a show called the Chase. At least until Rue and Beatrice were on at the end of the night. I have also decided to stay off the magic box of the computer each nighttime, at least until the football games are over, although the Cowboys again aren't giving a great sense of things. 

a bunny's life 7

"when I was invited to a Clinton rally, I thought they meant the husband."

But then, again by merest accident, I thought I had gone back to the Raymond, as saw Patricia Heaton again, but it didn't  look the same as it didn't have the wave length of a  wop who needed a roman ampitheater like live audience for his perpetual pratfalls, a mezzanine again, in which the roman vendors sold slated fish and herald beraed. A comedy tonight. And she was , dare  say, older, but yet still  attractive still a mid life dancing girl of the parts that could catch the eye  of a Senator Cornelius, who  attractive, as a mouth breathing plebs asked why he wasn 't watching Medea of Aeschylus droanings, said,well, I've told that story enough. She was older, but still showed a comic timing as despite her being curvy,  funny and bawdy, and dark haired here more than there, she was never one of my favorites, as i was sure she was looking down on these bumper car long island  wops before her, as a kind of circus act. What bothered me so was that these Irish trash old people were on that minstrel show brought in, comedy paratroopers to keep the laughs going, always, just go faster as Burhle, their Niccolo, told them all, sketched on, what vasnt…?, hired  in as they seemed to be, as i had avoided this show religiously once, since it was first on, I couldn't get over how these Irish, again, did i mention that these jewish Cyclops  producers, with one wop to hold he bag, were looking down so put on   these horrid wops as if  they were some sort of American gypsies, places no roman sanctimony coming from shit like Cicero twnsp Hillary, as Roma was a word from southern Italay, the name of a hidden Etruscan queen retold as Joan and the dreadful Bodica now torn quietly from history channels, in fact my fathers own places, before they ever stole their first nail. 

III.

Within moments I sat and watched to see where this was all headed anyway, as she seemed more in a film than even the loud garish television show that was somehow going on at the same time. It was I came to realize when the second show of 4 came on, a show of which I had never heard of called the Middle, Malcolm in the middle redlined, I wondered, as a boy in th cast did look somewhat like the little dumb kid from that sit com, which i am sure some lesbians again somewhere will demand censorship and or apologies for those who they un-elected and unappointed take as their own charges, but as usual leave the Romanos and the  Sopranos alone. Although I am glad to see the push back on Ray ray and Seinfeld, and soon enough no democrats worth his salt, hummmmn, will kiss Jimmy kimmel's ass, as they will eventually recall where it has been.

The American Decameron. "Sybil". published amid the muck of doctor dago. 

She seemed very funny, willing to be physical, she could at anytime go into a screaming match as before then, and i noticed that her family was replaced first off with, of course , a wasp father, dead pan funny no Liberache e needing antics and boy man shit here, he worked with his prince charming hands and didn't stand in the press box or even play golf as wops do,  stealing the game back from the legions near the muddy walls of Glascow. no dumb dagos here, and children who actually had something close  to personalities and that and who weren't mere collected  baubles for the upwardly mobile Italian fool.

I had grown tired of Letterman’s wop show now abandoned for The Middle, taking place sweetly in the town of Orson, Nebraska, maybe,,,?, not the same joke  as that eventually bleeding suicide clown Mork did in his dreaded show, and then tried to pretend he was doing a Visit to a Small Planet. Please. 

I had tired of it when saw his losing his mind over him not getting due respect from some Newsday ashhole who thought that Romano wanst a good enough ethnic to be a sports write , which to be fair is where you get your William Safire’s now anyway , but still, there is a reason i have taken pains  not only to avoiding getting into theater call flights with the collected trash of X and such, that a new millennium show, self appointed gate keeper had to keep this wop out of a long island tearsheet, and if had to do it all again, and was offered a Georgetown  scholarship or anything else i was, well my answers would be different now. When I saw the sleazy Guvvernor of California openly vetoed a fag bill yesterday , well, I wasn’t shocked  again, you wont be seeing the true fascia anytime soon, hammer and sickle of the men who took Tarquin down which still hangs on a senate fill of woman and trash and aldermen, i knew hat that meant that somehow whose name wasn't even on the ballots was looking ahead and making sure nothing came back to haunt him. Sadly he didn't fear a knife in the dark, a goon in the quad or the boa of a killer fruit to take umbrage if he was told sadly not to, Free beer the signs once read in the neighbor hoods in Latin.

Still, a better moment than the  guvber of Californee being true to the invisible waves of political biorhythms has had and seen since men named Marcus and not Bill  rolled the un compassionate earth and the walls within it, it appeared that before than they had ever been before the duce whose Masadas are always good, duce of the circus, and still in September, not your or mine show of all shows, SNL opened its shitty little ragged curtained theater, a later show which went  i saw the dreaded doris in what I saw was older vestal’s Patricia paid back for a passel of shows that seems now most unfunny as the senators demand a death sentence for a woman who like her family, but are amusingly quiet over the demanded retrials of a swampy garden of good and evil , the Roman wife, hearing of bloated Caesar approaching, rail with mush mouthed Foghorns showing again the less than o recall the nuns hidden histories, Jesuitical stance of how many exactly angels dance on the head of a subpoena…? But, then his drug marketing ethic doesn't come with the imprimatur of Mark. And let's find out exactly why Colbert spiked that skit about laughing it up about what sid effects you could get before it became apparent they were selling Medea later this week in a bottle. And gaining my admiration as Payteicai and her prince valiant husband showed hypocrisy isn't something that grew exclusively in the Tiber regions, Patricia as hurried but not was an abused wife, there is a difference Hillary sweets, when she said today's mauldin witchcraft hurling weird girl can be always be tomorrow's Tina Fey. 

When I told my brother then I sent in the finished piece of this playmate dream girl, the lady had asked if I still had the black and white one, they wished to be published, which I said, vainly, I hadn't finished at all. Send the Vatican, he said, what they want, Georgione.

My father told me to never do the bidding of the white pigs in the opera house called television, as eventually the fat wives the nuns hated will hate and blame you for your lack of a spine and letting yourself be laughed at. And Patrica did get a recompense with a funnier more human show with a heart and not just the deterrent bloody hemorrhaging of the house dagos as marionettes too hide the fact it was written by jews all along. Therefore I may just spend the rest of the year doing 2026 a space audacity , as a bloated blimp Clinton had to know , like Romano, must  tap dance and make sure all recall when not only was he not a communist, he wasn't even that much of a  liberal. The Satyricon bites back, as suddenly Jewish senators are nowhere to be found, except to veto from Catiline's back benches anything remotely like a war powers act that never kept Barry the fairy from marking magnus leptis with his and the wifely quoting  child killing Caesar with impunity. F with that Elmo as the starship friendly goes into the Indian sea, or the ocean that surrounds the whole known world. Dian laughs. 

Who can't fit in is showing that there is again, nothing as business as it is all personal. On the first show of the year on their what Third Trump by now, SNL, the awful show of truly Jewish theater, what thinks as i recall it that it is Juvenal somehow made fun of the con man from the Hudson, effeminate little Mamdami which i was alerted on some daisy chain of recalls who funnily, agree with me of his Angel Martin properties, and that he is a straw man for jews like the Senate debris who are up as they were being driven around,  hate his ficking guts already, that it left him with a smoldering ego. He was upset that he was made fun of so shamelessly, after not having even brought Bibi in for questioning at the !2th precinct , much less booked him. He was unaware he and his supporting parents didn't and couldn't know that roman i am as anything is the very names of things like Drag and Camp,  and there is like the hammer and sickle no way of getting out from under any of it, i didnt as i said as he opened shelf up to looking weak something no prince must ever do.

No politician should ever do, take that to your renaissance fairs and rewritten Tolkien, See, that this always end of one is lucky with Barry and his shufflers falling in unison to the music of the stage. As to anyone out there , machine or man or both, Elmo sings daisy daisssey, if anyone thinks I am wrong in my devotion to the Roman gods of comedy and tragedy, well then you didn't see how Minerva ended that Michigan game a few days back, did you…? But it was a pretty scene   when the Discovery went into the drink, and not on Europa, but it was almost a cinematic failure to launch. The praetorians never do know as Italo warned is from the Medici  to the Moma, and neither do their magic machines, calculate well the distance to the moon.