THE PLASTIC MENAGERIE, 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 qs 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 lawyer;y 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 reimagining 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 Gronkm 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 intemperant 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  jesuit 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 enouLh, and removing from the earth the mother Gertrudes, which have kept the know;edge that fat blaied 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 ba dmanned if you get one this  far away from the ivy covered Eturian  villas , which at the drop pf a queer buiness in the park round that rere, can always be remade into  of set design more befigtting 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  virgillian 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 coil;d 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 Jedah, 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 trie 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. 

But then, again by merest accident, I thought I had gone back to the Raymond, as saw Patricia Heaton again, but it didnt  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 the bag, were looking down so put on   these horrid wops as if  they were some sort of Amefrican gypsies, places no roman sanctimony coming from shit like Cicero twns Hillary, as Roma was a word from southern Italay, the name of a hidden Etruscan queen retold as Joan and teh 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.

She seemm=ed 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 ;oberache 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 jole  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 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, slef appointed gate keepper had to keep this wop out of a long island tearsheet, and if had to do it all again, and was offred 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 wast 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 uncompassionate 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. 

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, STee, 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. …