Since I am being considered for two magazines now for essays, not a position I am usually in, as have done better with art than writings, again found dealing with a  lovely gal editor smash into some higher up who wants more Hunter S Thompson, –as fucking if!–and ‘accessibility’ though a week ago was called vulgar by the middlebrows of Hillary’s dying coven. i TOLD THIS LADY, WHO I CAME TO LIKE AND TRUST MORE THAN THAT PERPETUAL HIGHER UP, WHO I EQUATE ALWAYS TO THE SISTER GERTRUDE HAG NUN WHO HATED ME AS Opposed  TO THE RANK AND FILE NUNS AND PRIESTS WHO LOVED ME, do whatever you like to it. But, I want to keep the stuff about Aftermath in there, as even the Jesuits thought I  brought a classical bent to the law, which they said when controverted into the ways it was by boy Billies and Barrys then desperate for place, had the stink to it of being a shyster. As only few days ago, got a Patty the Bunny cartoon published, but the editors there wanted  a different punch line than the one I had actually printed and pasted on, to which i said, I got a million of 'em, as not so willing before, Sure, i said, and its in an art book, opposed to pristine, devoted, pure,  and in a folder in my bag...

It was always a mistake making Bill Clinton the paragon of virtue, as I could have warned you as a  Jeffery, and worse, would bloom ahead, as that is the kind of pig he was. Mostly have found since a Mom’s passing a frame of mine stuffed with anger and recriminations, and yet i knew somehow by eschewing the fast track of Georgetown and Jesuit cleverness for Virgillian art, i wasn’t wrong, as saw this week, a highest ranking Italic American, hag Gummadi Pillozz have to bow and scrape to some barmaid, already an initialed goddess, and too, now we know fatso piggy Bill had no earthly idea Jeffery the Shylock had been adjudicated as a child molester, just calling all men pigs wasn’t enough for the vengeful wife of a distracted, cum stained, Augustus, as so now all men, are child molesters, like you did to the Jesuits, as even plea agreements are dis stained by the prison planet two Ozarks pimps gave us as somehow, his usual Roman Stoicism in dealing with womans was somehow caught by an FBI now deciding there was no one who couldn’t be tear gassed, like sissy effeminate BARNEY Fife wanted to always do. Since just read 'Perpetual war for perpetual peace', and the first acts of Muller and Comey are postoperative draconian drama, too bloody for farce, as Rachel never learned, hummmn,  for anything Bill heard, as he was in the Greeks office,having bagged a Patty Fairinelli lookalike in the margins of his fishwife’s bluster.  So, who now has to explain to Disney how one gets from Epstein’s pleasure places and its sitting rooms of gels and ointments to being the new David Hartman. I remember at the time, that the Miami herald didn’t much seem to care, nor the Okefenokee  Guverner at the time, but at least I recall this human bag of shit and aqua velva did have a FBI dossier on Mario Cuomo, the last chance America may have had to avoid crime families, and isn’t that Irony…?As within hours of this forced sit down, Streags Pillotz, as has been seen since the Italian folktales written and rewritten by Calvino , ruined by a a monger mouse and retold in a nation you'll never be as decent as, our Penelope Pitstop, AOC,  had to excise her staff of true believers. Its called a purge dear, and wipe your feet before you enter the marble Hall, and welcome to the annals of less than imperial Rome. 

So, sent in a letter to this gal, believe it or not like working with women and quer–opps, my brother told me, no more slurs, make them hate you for the right reason– sort of asking that just once my words may be edited for content, but not made fake, as explained my brilliance, as I proudly, with a brothers awestruck-edness, when he saw it, saw Coriolanus coming. Said my brother, as he tossed a cheap page of the New York times to me, how it is now a favorite of the sanctimonious swells seeing it all going away, and saw someone there cause a thing i wrote called “With Bells on…” , go up in views, about Billie the kid playacting the Roman in ways hes rather have not, as did recall that Coriolanus starts life ,hehe, as a bloated, pompous, clownish buffoon. I recalled as the brother gave me the cheap smell rag paper i avoid not so much because of their views, again a clintons garden of Plautus, they have none,  as much as don't want to touch paper that is full of formaldehyde as it must be to evoke any color, when anyone with sense, like Mad did, knows newsprint was made for B&W, which is an anathema to amazingly to people who see things, or are paid to in such harsh constraint as everything is a dull and dishwater lie. He tossed the paper at me, I explained to her, and he said to me, weren't you talking about Coriolanus like two years ago, he said, shaking his head. But you cant hit a number. I said, with some wit, the lottery ISN'T AS CROOKED AS POLITICS, but he still tsked and shook his head. ON THE PAGE, WAS A FACE COVERED IN BLOOD, STAGE BLOOD, BUT THIS IS AFTER ALL A PAPER OF RECORD, AGAIN WHY I  WANT THE STUFF ABOUT AFTERMATH IN THERE, AND A VIRULENT, HATEFUL, UGLY IMAGE AS THOUS HAST CONQUERED GEORGE ROMERO, AND ALL IS MAKE UP AND SQUIBS IN THE LAND OF THE GOOD AND THE HOME OF THE BRAVE. He gave me the paper, and on it was a man covered in blood, somewhere Anglican Dante spins in his grave, seeing a Hollywood  device more, yes, Mario Puzo than Titus Livy, no BBC highfalutin here, i thinking perhaps was a show of just how shameless the democrats  are, who have never brought up gun constrains when they've held the whip. When some white kid went off his nut and killed  a bunch of poor black people doing nothing more heinous to a lesbian then being in a  church, why Barry the god of death , destroyer of worlds, was right in the middle of paying off his masters with TPP and Eddie Schultz had to go, and lets bring up a flag no one has flown in a hundred years, as In laws are always afraid of the brotherhood they've married inna. 


I had said back when Hillary's now dwindling coven tried to make her Pompey the great in the disjointed remains of the tragedy of Pompey, rejiggered and renamed the comedy of  Caesar, and Trump as Caesar, you know, he who cried when the poor had wept and had the only eulogy that stuck, as Brutus and Cassius had to ride out all the way to the Inferno, he, Coriolanus, was the first somehow Roman who never gets to have the Harold Bloom admired humanity inherent in a prince Hal, who merely is the first house of Guelph mean girl. Again, dismissing of all things Roman somehow the tragic effects of a man used as a good soldier, until clever jewey ish men connive against him and dint sharp enough to have his tunic torn off, to show sword scars that no Jewish and or chicken hawk Bushie ever has, as the gal implied I have a lot of allusions as one could see in the old Dante books and i'm sure we can do something about that, but again, i just want it published. I staid then, Coriolanus is the play that you'd want, as his pleb hating, warrior minded,  aspects is something that shows a bubbling cauldron out there, see what i did there...? I had to, as opposed to the Kelly girls of the Times tactfully read my history and not glean it from MGM movies, if not cliff notes, which appears and is important in the play i wrote about the good wife, and its missing Lemuel Gulliver of a Beatrice, who still seems upset the green screen tolls for thee. There is Plebiscite anger out there, and Mueller as third act dost not cut it, amid the people you have left us, as i wasn't the one who made sure the apologizes were weak and workmanlike, but did make sure when the kleig lights were on, such as they'd be, that ten men running for praetor would in the second debate, no less, make sure they trashed Barry the Fairy, worthy of Georgetown Bill's dismissal that he was a fairy tale, and all that he went to ascribe to him when Billie boy was like the democrats still against gay marriage , at least until the wire transfers. Lets scour those internals, God. And the Romans i must dismiss and demean...?, for whom...these pigs...hey they did this better than you, and sometimes the tragedy is worse when the Romans stooge isn't a full card carrying member of self awareness, which may just be too much like a Trojan horse's cleverness and Narcissus too much for a roman person to abide. We have made it to Coriolanus in the city of God, a boffo night out, with blood everywhere and a Roma amusingly colorless, as in hitchhiker Willie, what does history mean...? I again had to tell the lovely woman whose been nicer to me than most, that no matter, it call comes out pretty much like this. Coriolanus as idiot, people hating swell, patrician idiot, a Bush with a ability to find a front, is maybe an incantation that the jew York times would like better, though think they were in it just for the blood, which here, in 300 bc, of others Italian tribes, means nothing. Frankly i’m surprised slickest Willie wrote it at all.

As I am addicted to getting things like Patty the bunny and such included, even anti Harry Potter magician girls and cartoons and essays like this very one was placed in a french newsletter, tres Gore Vidal who i know having read Perpetual war for perpetual peace and the first act of Mueller not that much better than the last, can anyone here play this Roman part...ah I play the part as I  had Virgil the lawyer  say to Christine Baransky, who was one of those actors I could mimic on paper as i was told i was good at. And, waiting for a sports show with Bob Pompiani, football revs up, saw a old broad who made much of how somehow she was the penultimate black writer, or the Dante of ghettos,had died.See, there are Requiems and then there is just noise. Do be careful, that rag also said the same thing about Petrarch so...and I thought, how sad to think, this triumph for some hag, who was hated by a black scholar who had been empathetic for my celestial Romantic angelic Iago, they get them everywhere, how sad as in the death of Calvino, by father Gore, he is astounded to see a Kelley girl typist from the rag of Pincher and howling Raines was sent to Calvino's grave site, no less, to demean him as he was interred, and he never mentioned the holocaust. Still, I remember Mario.