19 October 2015

GOODBYE, PATRICIA, GOODBYE PLAYBOY.

 


Once again, the dimwits and the comics sissy do not understand my Roman callings and Roman ideals and so, thinking they have censored me again, this time with out an out diminishment, I got enough of an audience even there, to facilitate different people being interested my work, and asking me to resend things in that had even been dismissed previously. Its why Hillary and BELACHEAT  WILL NEVER WIN, NOT FINALLY, NOT TOTALLY, AS THEY DISRESPECT THE Roman idealism, though even an admired by me pig named Bill Clinton in mid posing and signing and reposing and pissing and eating and stealing made sure to keep the works of Marcus Aurelia’s pure and doted to, even as well as he can do, which is not much. But out of not much some comes, and now I have been invited to send more work in, and things seem to be coming up newsprint roses. Ill get back to posting maybe later, as now its much work, which is more pleasing.

Like many, again, the ratings mean all in a circus empire, I have aborted Fox and even the nfl, as they see their numbers go down, as guess what, there will never be a new Americas team worthy of the title and so, America says feh to a hack thief loser punk ball of smoke who trek to sell them snake polish more doctor Oz than Ozzie Newsome, and like Rodger Staubach not a whit. So, I finished Rag as  prose pulp novel awaits that response, as being asked to submit anything it seems means nothing to me, as can always bee seen as somehow bothersome to them after being told to reconfigure a shitlaod of pages, as therefore hold out no hope. I AM THE AUGER AGAIN IN AS MUCH AS AMERICA HAS TIRED OF PHONY CATCHES BEING LAUDED BY ON THE PAD HACKS , WHO MAKE A JOKE OUT OF DEFLATE GATE AS THEY ARE TOLD, COSELL IS DEAD AND I FEEL QUEASY MYSELF. I didn’t catch much of that, sure somehow things would revert to the patriots way as they must when things are this fixed and fraudulent. I make no bones about my Roman ties, or helmets. Nothing is more draining and tiring than evil, it sounds like Aquinas but is Nicollo the shyster emeritus, and so hed know. Now, con begets con, fake become faker, all is in a swirl of fraudulence that in the end causes men in the balcony so say, so what…? But was offered a chance to place a playboy like cartoon in a book of satire, or what passes for it here in unromantic here, and had a stencil of Vundergirl I could easily make into something else, as this was the kind of girl, down to kinky hair that I thought would actually Marc Antony Playboy and eulogize it as again the middle brows and the snerds the white girls  and the sissys, all patriot fans would huzzah.

My elders brother’s playboys were important to me as were his mad comix,  found in a treasure trove of an adolescents cash to a kid, with the sentinel by Arthur c Clark, Julian, Boccaccio and where eagles dare, even a signet copy of the brotherhood he thought infinitely superior to the mafia as done by Puccini done later. all read by me when adults still existed. Too here were the playboys that introduced me to a delightfully vulgar, in in the Latin, life of single bars and turtlenecks and fast cars and sunglasses and pretty girls in Wally wood who was in both, voluptuary’s who’d be replaced by men with eating disorders soon nuff. Here I found Patty Fairinelli, Italian dream girl, and Gig Gangel, Fosse hatted,  BLOND AS CAPOTE SAID, THERE ARE BLONDS AND THEN THERE ARE BLONDS, AND NOW ALL WE HAVE ARE WIVES, EVEN MEN, AND OF COURSE BEAUTEOUS BRUNETTE LOVELY Karen Price, again a sort of woman despised by women who read, those who marry off their sons to other men as long as they wear the same types of bobs as mom. In ways felt sad to know that Playboy was going, as the internet is blamed for this, though one thinks a half century of sex mercantile could out do anything that the weirdo bean pole Miami hicks do with girls found at the Duane Reade. I felt badly, but of course we had to hear from Nations scold schoolmarm mater natura scar face Tina Fey, out of forced retirement as it seems fewer people believe her as Laura than buy her as Rob Petrie, or the head of any household that isn’t a coven.

She gloried in this, as a lezzy nun may, the perverts as I have known since fifth grade marinade in necessary cleanliness and scowling and finger wagging, as this was seen as good news to and by her, as her cheese cake she inflicts on the empire, well, its always been of a highest order and thus was sexual less enough not to matter, and thus be seen as okie doke. She came on to bitch about this, a show that birthed her in a hatchery now thinking itself Juvenal’s Rimes, but with enough of a wink that doctor evil can say ’ I didn’t mean it,’ and wed love to have Hillary come on and do shtick, sock it to me baby. Uhhhghhhh, this awful woman dripping in pancake make up last seen on television when George Reeves was frozen solid and Superman had to sue a similar amount of blush, she did trashed playboy as a hag might, which as strange for someone whose loneliest revue stream comes from selling henna to the queers and the Sadie Hawkins who have made her their Virgil. She was glad to see playboy go ways, thought it as here I read Norman Mailer and Ed Mac Bain and star ship friendly and Alex Hailey and Truuuuuuman in the fall, and culled the comic and the cartoons which were divine and glorious and now, get to be trashed as not decent and noble enough for sissies who like their queers licensed like dogs, as the whole point of Juvenal is….I looked up the very type sued by Playboy in its Alan Brady heyday, only finding some dimwit hack who recalled the lines here with less funny but sanctimonious and accountable liens showing his decency and lack of a funny bone. Funny or die...guess. I don't trust ninnies who don't like dirty jokes, as it makes me ask, like Claude Akins, whats yur angel...? Well I mean like this, if you were a thief all along, a lovable rouge, a highwayman, fine, but why I wouldn’t stand too close to our patriotic triumvirate nor their spear carriers we know now thanks to grantland firings are on the pad, fine if you cheat and steal, but don’t tell me that the rules  don’t matter after the tuck rule and a canine adherence to it, seems to be what was your creations, because now, you’ll just get it.

Sadly saw even a delightful Archer be sanitized by the school marms who never read Mad as magazine much less a comic, and was crestfallen tow catch an episode at midnight, then tired when to bed as this as strange turn of events for a crew who were selling drugs ala Breaking bad only a few nights ago, and now the mention of Isis is taken down, as again self righteous darkies like pretending they hold the patent on things in the public domain, like what Disney and the catholic church do. I Read Apuleius and found his emperors new clothes delightful as Statius, an thus don’t have to have white women lecture me about nutting. I was sad to eye Archer, a slight glare of masculinity in our awful middlebrow world now saddled with a kid, and a hateful spyess, again mine WAS like Cannon was, like me, I guess and Kemeter, like ultimate Jew Caphius in hell spitting up to the fraudulent Caesars loving God Christ, not like Jews now carrying water on afternoon sports television as yaks, yew must be unrepentant to the ends, as learned that in the inferno. I was sad to see this strange veering of a program where the hectoring black broad, oh give him a brunette as I did, a little more pat and mike and Roslyn Russell  and Mitchum and Russell , give em hell, in fact, as she somehow placed her own child in jeopardy by having ,wait, was it, having a Pakistani with live ammo shoot at her child and the idiotic archer, but with a heart of gold, thank you mister Chayefsky, and then, something happens, or not, as again one must intone, Simpson’s did it! This isn’t Catullus sadly, and one can only be sexy as palliates allows. Or is it Pilate. I was sullen and went to bed. On the grand Archer Vice only a few days ago, AS SINCE GIRLS WITH SLINGSHOTS, ADORE COMPENDIUM AS THE ROMAN HAVE, the pertly voiced Judy Greer asks archer, what satire …? No body knows, he says. and it was funny before I realized you was serous. So I sit here and draw up a cartoon I will send there or maybe somewhere else, and assumingly the words of Dante strike a echo cord again, and in fact, not being liked by the English school boys and comic hacks prove again, if you are admired by idiots you become an idiot and if you never give in an inch, as a playboy comics would say before all as sanitized for our proscenium arch into the cull de sacs and into the suburbs, and all that aids show was covered in scrubbing bubbles of Dow chemical, including the satire, well, you maybe come noticed, and there aint  nothing wrong with that.



14 October 2015

BURY MY HEART AT GOLDMAN SACKS

WITH AN EMAIL THAT I HAD TO POSTPONE SENDING THE FINISHED RAG,  PULP MEN'S MAGAZINE MEETS MYRA BRECKENRIDGE BOOK I TOOK OFF A FLOPPY AND REDID COMPLETED AND FULLY, I WENT BACK TO DOING SOME TOUCH UP WORK. I HAVE SENT A SHIT LOAD OF EMAILS OUT TO GET PAGES PAGES ANYWHERE I CAN, ALL LINES OF THE DIVINE RESUME ARE EQUALS TO ME, I SHOW A ROMAN LOVE OF HARD WORK, YOU KNOW, BEFORE THE IMPERIALISM TOILET WARS, MEN MARRYING HORSES, CUT OUT MAIDS WOMEN GUTS,  AND A CRIPPLED JEW SENDING OTHER MENS SONS TO DIE IN WARS,... OH WAIT SORRY, THAT'S  US.

With Some extra time, though, I found an email from somewhere interested Mister Stupendous, of all things, who and when that was sent out don't recall. I sent scans of the first few pages, in which mad Jewish plutocrat Caesar Carver Eaton plans for world domination with his machine di dio, MEMPHIS, and speaks with Violet Constantine, miss Kitty, about getting a  magical puppet from the clutches of an Italian wood carver named Giovanni Gheppeto, and bring the divine Hercules doll to him. AGAIN, THIS  STORY GOES BACK TO ABOUT THIS TIME, and I am always crestfallen in the fall and winter and this time, not only because my father died then, but because this was the time I sort of gave in. I was told they were lovely, as my 'style reeks through', uh huh, but again, at my best , like the high regard and glorious Kemeter model, sadly seen as grave robbed in the awful casted Sky Captain, a waste of a great green screen, Lawrence Olivier, whom I admire, I am always just doing the best that I can.

So with some days to wait before sending off Veronica, and the all star cast and CM on mars, I went at the pages here and I was told that the Cat woman image of Violet Constantine was somehow unacceptable, as it stemmed from, I was alerted, a Rip off of Jim Lee, who unlike most comics hacks I actually admire, but I am nothing if not dutiful. I sued a divine talisman called carbon paper, which I have three sheets left like a army clerk, and no one sells it seems, and I traced out my own image of Miss Kitty into being that Supreme story I cant get anyone to let me do, where Suprema comes back in full bodacious mode and wrings the neck of both violent Supremo and who ever that fat blond is that is accepted to Alan Moore wanna bes. I took the superwoman minted for rag but replaced when did the lil Abner parody in rag one, and merely united the two stock caricatures. But then having done this in a matter of days, sent off the pages as they were called now mysongist, which bothered me, as I realize you are all hacks and klans children, but if you didn't see that the first time, why on earth did you bother me. ..? And why is any image of any woman sexually somehow upsetting to this empire of perverts and thieves and married queers... ?See, in the original pages she is covered in a blue speedo, that YOU didn't like and You wanted redone, and blah blah blah, get bent. Of course, I had already pasted half these images on the original pages, as frankly it was something I want to do anyway, and recreate the book yet again, as I am want. I have been told I cam able to resend the prose, but I will go over it one more time, as am nothing if not over wrought about things, see above, and now have to I guess take each image in the book of Violet and remake her as Uberwoman until she became Miss Mary Amazon, which inst that hard.

Wanting no part of this Fox den campaign to see Trump destroyed by cripples and fat white guys on the pad, on hands on deck means fat lunchy Costa, showing the bag man an Italian invention,  can double his fees by saying the same things on ALL THREE  the news networks, such as they are. 'And thus time fer reals', is the Clinton ethic since their marriage, I certainly wasn't going to watch Bernie who I sort of called as a hack and a plant before you, it was after all 2012, who was so good at getting an applause line for someone else, and dont mean to be Vito Corleone ABOUT IT, but I knew from my Romans training on such things, Who ever made the most forceful defense of Clinton outside of she, was the plant, sadly its him, as this isn't the usual aspects of love life and corruption that Bill made a circus. This cunt for power was sending out names of operatives to people that amusingly, who knew...?,  don't matter now, what ever does...? How nice of the Sundance kid to make CBS martyrs, i could think of better heroes than kotex patrol Mapes, this isn't msnbc doll, the Cyclopes takes this shit seriously, and hurricane Mary brought down Dan. But Redford, boy he is so human and bleeding... what is it, not cool, uh that's it, bile and sanctimony, that he is the channel waited for Columbus day to show the Godfather in all its Bronze door glory, why I am not sure I understand, as those are the Italians that you love. Bury my heart at Goldman sacks.

Such as Bernies strange defense, were in the munnnie , were in the munny, reminded me of when a black man was given an award and handed it off to an aging white man who didn't need your strange largess. I felt badly as a hag was cheered for someone being against ethics, how far we come from wonder woman on the cover of MS, why the fags want her suit off, and not in a good way. I felt bad about the suckers who bought baloney Boiney's bullshit now, STUPID ENOUGH TO BELIEVE OUR COMB-LESS JEWEY KRUSTOFFSKY AUTO-MAT CATILINE, AS STRANGELY FOR A REVOLUTIONARY, I SAW OF ALL PEOPLE Chris MATHEWS TRY TO GET HIM CAL HILLARY CORRUPT, BUT ALAS WE ARENT A  ROME,[ no compliment] AND IN FACT HERE WE ALL TAKE DICTATION, AND SALLUST ON  THE STEPS IS SOMETHING YOU JEWS AND QUEERS AND WOMAN DONT OFTEN MENTION. I felt badly for anyone who thinks we aren't going to get another nigger other shoved down our throats  so Count Chocula and the rest of the heebs can keep getting that free money, as again, your Cattilines are all made of pancake makeup and cancelled checks. I felt badly for many, but this was a great one, where Paris and Prissy Rory are fighting again...I cant watch this debate, I thought, ive read Sallust, so, turn and pass by as Virgil would warn, and thanked God by accident I found a marathon of the Gilmore girls and then Archer, showing again, there was a reason the Romans spent so much time just watching dancing girls, after all. So I know your ethics are a Chinese menu, oh look, the lesbian coven at planned parenthood is redressing grievances, reformed it shall be, the floor is bloodier than your husbands like it, raggmopp, like the suffragette eugenicist who made it a place for wives to go, now that liberal television has reverted to better living through ecology, the kind that means the war profiteer is going green.





As I said I have actually been to a black mass, looking for girls, a big mistake, and when I had enough some grand high exalted msytic dyke cunt asked me, from my looks, where I went to school, you know not like a bigot, and when I said the magic word Jesuits she was sure of all, no bigot she, as this explained all my Christian bourgeois ethics. I laughed. Christian,...? I said, No no, I was taught by the Jesuits dear, THAT MEANS I'M BARELY CATHOLIC.