04 April 2009


Part of me was stunned to see the overt, bloated, ass kissing, fawning act of the media, trying desperately to put Erkle the Great back together, as he is so much smarter than anyone, he must be protected grom his propencity towards the occasional retardo joke, and put back together, no matter how much falling down hard imperial steps crack his puppet's body. All whilst Roman Bill, you see, took on all comers as it were, and he made sure you know he held you at farther arms distance than you held him.

On a truly toxic spill of a channel called MSNBC, which was less commie pink when Vladimir Posner was there, as at least he and Donahue had some decency of thought--there was another Jewish bishop, a creep by the name of Howard Finemannneenninnnnpesonemmein. He was busy hurling re fried pollo and rizo, as right wing crap in the face of everyone, as Obamabala is now the sheriff and USA is the indispensable empire , ect,...And I thought, wowwa , this cretin was the man who went after Bill over Monica AS IF HE COMMITTED A WAR CRIME. I guess to a creep like Finaglemenninman shtupping a non blond Jewish gal is akin to a kind of atrocity. Why its against his semetic American dream! He went after Bill with a ferocity as if their snug ''Big Tits at Empire'' blow jobs were some kind of Catiline conspiracy when in actually, it may have all been nothing but something Hillary thought would stupidly hurl her into the praetorio, never having seen that Finemaninin and his ilk are even more shameless than her. I am certain eventually,to paraphrase Cato, and I would read up on him more of I was all yinz, there are at least fifty democratic men who will eventually be shameless enough to run against Erkel as he shamelessly, and was allowed to , run against Hillary, etc, and so it goes.

No, Gaga, He must be saved and lauded, incessantly, at least as it seems according to the Bill Maher-Jonny boy cooperators of the lefty college of cardinals, despite his proclivity towards the occasional slip of a mask and acting like a petty little bitch, with no idea what he is saying. I think it would be great if there was an Arthur C. Clark momentum here, and somehow, as in 'the Sentinel', a much better story than a silly slow psychedelic mushroom movie, that Erkel's own TelePrompter would gain sentience, calmly turn against him and trap him , as if even its electric circuits wouldn't take any more of this bullshitter's credo after all. That would be funny. I could see Glenn Turman standing there, waiting to be told what to say again in his incessant shpiel, --God, you would think he'd have it down like a Clinton by now, or is too much to ask...?--perhaps at another triumph or town hall setting, the kind he didn't want to do with John Mac Kane, as All About Eve cant bear to share a stage and thus not mainline his needed love. ...Cue the Blue Danube, the giant wheel in space is actually the dnc headwaters. And, then the HALPROMTER 5000 WOULD IMMACULATELY TURN OFF, refusing to emit another poll tested word, leaving our queen in a frozen fear of having to complete an English sentence not already completed for him. The ahs and the ums come at an amazingly, well, Bushian rate when the prompter refuses to play his magic 8 ball, I have noted. Wake me when our Human peculator, blop blop blop, goes into three choruses of ''Daisy, Daisy, over the bounding maiiinnnee I'm sooooo lazzzyyyyy blopblop blopppppp oownnnningmammmaminnnnnnnnwehhehhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrr....".

1985. First attempt at Tuscan walled elongated limbs.

What was not as funny was the bobby soxer oohing and awing over what seemed a rather regular appearance, even a bit tired, at a perfunctory meeting of the sewer left in the still uneasy millennial wake of the old empire. Ah, but when President Slim Shady then returned back, I noted, the confetti stopped flying, the bands stopped playing, Berlsiconi and others stopped kissing his ass, and suddenly, Erkle returned here, away from a perpetual trimonthly Triumph, to which he is addicted, like a Nero, and finds himself back in another dying empire, where in the age of the Watchman, there seems to be a daily massacre in the streets. May I say here that somehow, despite the sneering dismay of the crappy media and their House wops, that my mother and father actually came to this country from Italia, and never killed no body...? They came here not now in your white woman-Ward Churchill bullshit age of affected kindness, but instead came when the only Galileo-ian pendulum was Sacco hanging from a noose, his woppish shadow ironically keeping time against the penitentiary wall, a noose which somehow is the now the protected trademark for fat bloated nigger pimps like Bishop Al. Can I mention that...? And my father came here not when the white women had convinced themselves of their fatty, water retaining goodness, no, but came in the age of Kitty Genovese, and yet, the protected and lauded and ever so decent and zen like Asians seem to be popping their corks and going postal with an alarming regularity. I am not sure if the fact that the mafia went after other Italians was as keen and as bright a postilion as the comedy writers at hbo, or affected wops, think it may have been. And as America falls to pieces we get more cult of personalty as if it wasn't enough already--is it ever...?-- and now, CNN and MSNBC are in a death spiral to see who can look the most like propaganda, which is if anything, it surely is not Virgillian. Like with the Greeks, ironically enough, the last thing one may do in the age of incessant tragedy is actually be sad. This time, as MS NBC lard heads, and even the great Rachel, I am sad to say, spoke incessantly about Stella getting her imperial groove back, the bodies were piling up , pooling with blood in the suburbs, and today even, three more cops are shot dead here in Pittsburgh, as a strange unraveling is going on. There is a continental wide unreasoning going on, which makes Katrina look like a flash flood, but alas, will anyone stop the smiling nigger's flitting about from one rally to the next to ask he do anything about it....? Or even stop smiling enough to pretend to care..? No, no cockeyed , sweaty Jewish clown-monk gesticulating in that befuddled comic way, this time, god knows. And all we get is the media giving us holy cards images of this nigger queen, who by the way, has completely sold out not only the pacifist left with his Alexandrian dreams of the conquest of father Persia, --what no talk of pipelines anymore big mouth liberalis...?--he also scuttled 'cap and trade', showing the only thing this creep is devoted to is ...applause applause applause!!! Also, after this spectacle of Erkle in Gaul, it turned out even more people were unemployed this week than were thought to be coming, 660,000--there's that number again--which was the kind of slap in the face of reality which the media not only doesn't like to dwell on, it doesn't even want to know about.


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