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.