31 July 2017

Breakfast in America









A LAST NOTE ON CAESAR.

             I got out everything I had to get out, and am getting mostly admiration, but some meanness from Lesbians who don’t like me. Not as many as you’d think, and yet still send me their updates, no sweetheart, like that world out there for Coriolanus, it’s the white house to you dear Hillary, you aint getting my 8 dollars to submit anything, toots. She sent me seething shit about how the white woman are the vanguard if this revaluation, meaning I guess this time it matters, or is catered, or maybe that the Clintons put out all the niggers in jail. Hummm, its not quite Lysastrata when Mother Hubbard screeched for war worse than any Maccers ever did. I DID NOT want Trump to win. I felt badly fir him really, as some bootblack cunt on war-TV thinks she is above reproach, I bet not Nielsen’s Hun, as I hear and gather that they at Jew cereal peacocks, the never CBS tiffany, lunch at Kmart National Biscotti Company was now keen on Raccoon eyed, suddenly blonds she should have been Savannah to take the reins of the nightly news war chariot after all. Who am I …Bill Clinton…? In Hoc Segno Bubba.


Not really not because I Love that hag, did I not want trump to win, as no one does, as I can recall when this suddenly ver kemply media was pulsing Trump as hard as he was an only thing that was as they say, above the title, all the world is stage as Seneca said, ask your Husband dear… and She couldn’t attract flies. That’s would have been a warning, but what is…? I didn’t want Trump to win, as I had an inkling in the verily essay here that you were planning your greatest Incognito ever, a detraction of  a billionaire, like that story about Cato beaten worse than like  a thug in the streets and being a senator, caused the people to have what Machiavelli called the frozen moment of realization. No one mattered but him. And Caesar, remember him, kids,…?, always on stage and in the wings Czar, a Hillary with less testosterone, Caesar sprang into action and killed the burley centurions only doing his bidding as he saw it was too open, see, and so who could I not want to see this empire die in a misaim and a parade regimented float and keeping time by some praetorian guard with a stele wheeling Jewish cripple as Cassius…?. So my brother calls out to me as I am making dinner and he said now, according to some entrainment tonight show that Caesar Trump will be a film…so that means what he said, their in it for the long haul or well still be slashing this poor lug and vulgarian two years from now beating the same horse, which he said, has basically been Hillary’s life every day since her wedding night.




Oh, Roman farce is a bitch old lady, remember that, why I hope they win this and place you in as the mother in law of the Pope. CAUSE I REMEMBER lots of things like how this Pollock cow  and that Nance on the morning I recall being 15  and her father, the Prince Of Poland just being there and quoting as they all did once, was something that urged Teddy to run in 1980, ah the dream will never die, unless we drone it. Oh, I’m watching hubby, as when someone is used to not giving some hag the prerequisite respect one should as my ma said, elicit to give a wife, something tell me she is as queen is proudly out of the question…But not so sure that any amount of rain can get that mantle off  of old bubbas back, no tempest tossed can heft him to let that Mantua ho, I take it, as think someone will go into that rain long before Trump, and at the mossy opportune moment  that she will find out who this was all being done for and whim not, as all the lesbians turn into the backdrop we all are to the Bush familia. I have a feeling at a time no more important or even built   to more   than any other, there is evil and viciousness in the banality of life, a third act shall come to pass, I reckon it, as at maybe not so much midnight, nothing so Grimm’s or Calvino but in the style of those Italian folktales loved by BOCCACCIO and made to reflect a coming thaw, maybe at 10:46, maybe in the idle of the day, poof!  All the lesbian’s disperser and all the horses pulling the curriculum turn back into rats and set for lower ground. I DID see the other channels like charley in the morning speak openly of that ninny and that polish princess, who are as you’d expect from the minions of a war compact to be when anyone dared get this close to being king of Sparta when they have a whole kesnnsat full of Jews and white girls willing to send men to die for their right to wear patent leather and purple sashes. But I saw that trickle away as some Jews in black rock and the avenue of  the Americas  started to think, wait a minute, overerrr here, we aint giving the national biscuit company any free publicity what with them having their  own  afternoon yaks and morning coffee tawks that need audiences now too, I mean, we all hate trump, sure, but come on, lets not go nuts…and within almost hours his alertly so hateful and hated  excess zoomed to go away, as here in new Judea, if they don’t own you, well, you might as well be, a dismissive had by Stan Lee and other Jews who lay it on thick, they might as well call you Brand X. 

OH VIV, I MUST TAKE YOUZ TA SEE GOULET IN CAMOLIT. –Bob the giant Robot. I’ve seen it, I’ve seen it!—Vivian Vane, in WHAM 4.

Got the feeling that submit able has been used by me to its best, and stuck it seems now with those who are going to beat Hilary ass as a dead horse until there is nothing left, as saw the nervousness caused by that abc poll, but then these very letters meet something else once fore, like a bigger cheek and something else too. I don’t buy this requiem for a light weight, as I SAID, I RECALL WHAT WAS SAID BY THE BRONCHIAL YENATS WHEN SHE HAD THE AUDACITY TO KISS ARAFAT’S WIFE AND ALL, AND NO MATTER WHAT YOU THINK ALL IS NEVER FORGIVEN MUCH LESS FORGOTTEN. I believe I missed decades TV Studio 1 version of Caesar, a modern dress application, which like their night that shocked America couldn’t give credit to Orson as he was in a lawsuit with William Paylay who wanted to own that famous broadcast, and all that the mercury theater of the air did, even though it was like the grain subsidy or the wpa a public funded consortium. As was  exactly everything called communist in the bloated post war antebellum boom,  had liberals once in America before Billy the kid made sure we a were all on the pad, some more than others some with  as  theyd say a first cut. Still, knew the one with Leslie Nielsen was written by my Virgil Gore, when walking through a particular hell, good to have a Roman teacher how knows liberally where all the bodies are half buried after all. Yet,   still, in this creepy time of this dying hag  pattering as if a  Juliet who wont take the poison, unaware as her husband is that tragedy is comedy that doesn’t knew its exits lines, no one is there….I scant forgo my beloved Della and Perry, every Jesuit I ever knew before they died off and before house goon niggers like those on war  TV  who don’t recall or wont and shant, that those yaw Ozarks pimps one  ran against aids victims as beneath them and dirty, true to their dismal wasted jaunts and hurry up and destroy  trump already so I can see tow crime families squeak in voracious hunger and acrimony, but i.e. maybe dirtier and thus more sanctimonious  than the other, did you ever know me when I ever vasnt..?, as missed mid century Caesar,  I guess, but love Della more, as Antony would say, or alas was it Octavian, who some critic perused what’re the hero of the place, cue the Jesuits laughter, I didn’t miss anything.

By accident, stumbled on some thesis on Caesar later and still am no computer whiz, on a Google book equalizing Caesar on screen, see how, as could see this pop art junk was less than most Shakespeare plaudits, which are mostly things worthy of Klan grand children who went to football factory party schools, and learned some new  words, as this all seemed idiotic.



How soundly in this decade one shown Ge Theater  and remember when that meant  something, this Version of Caesar, that Antony and Caesars  men were shown as fascists, well duh, but somehow Brutus and Cassius were not, ah the fault deer Brutussssh, isn’t in our stars but in our pea coats… --in this I take it Casio was the communist, but Antony the Nixon as you cant believe anything in America if twelve Jews  and Ge LABS DON’T BELIEVE IT TOO, and throw useful  white chicks in there, as to be a bitch, as Nixon is so hated all since kept a cunt and her stinking  husband named Melvyn, always a give away, from the senate as he was asked, no paid to do by the Kennedy’s, then vulgar beagle boys at the time as the senate this pig knew with heredity brown halo alas in tact ,was no place for a woman as much as the tip of his dick, especially when they were that big a dawg, to be Chayefsky about it. Did you creeps  at ge theater ,and actually the anticommunist Jesus freak from holy cross the parish drunk, did you know that in his battles with  Alger Hiss as the priests taught me, that the Kennedy boys were right there with Nixon, as  communist then was a coed word as still might be for Jew, and that family had it tough enough with Happys  husband screeching about them  being catholic and half step  above Italian before bled all over  that  Jews affinity. And, the liberators of Rome as they were epauletted for like three full days, as my knowing that got me a John Batchelor liked admiration for some, as that sort of as Parry would say, rescinds motive, but then we all have to be Roy Cohn, do we not…? So then,  they apparatchiks, ah their heirs, were shown as bankers, or above the fray praetorians as you’d see  at a Bush family vacation. Wait a minute, you mean, who ever this is, that Brutus wasn’t Caesars man…? Or that’s right he was Caesar boy, I gauss. As Was asked as one placed sent the reborn Mister Stupendous begged off though was told to résumé it to their oligarchy publishing specifications, but then as usual someone read my Blog, and all, that’s fine with me, not being one of you has been a forming quality of mine since the gild of whatever cunts were destroying Nixon, as someone always has to be dirty as than she, and god knows its tight and certainly don’t work for a loving. Sorry a living. As Candy is after all Bubba boys still a pinup Beatrice as I think I actually herd him say, but like Kemeter  he  becomes more of  my  own  creation, more and more, as a gal told me I think I give him more credit than he derives. Asked if Id make my Caesar into a comic book, in jiving color evvvvvven, I  beg off, as Mr Stupendous no matter what, he flies again, well enough for comic work, as I knew I had too many brunettes in that, and a giant Robot who sings Lerner and low is so 1974. I dont hide behind someone else’s mask so i can play dress up and be a real radical without my various partners knowing it. I distrust anyone for whom the politics was studied under John Carpenter’s Halloween.


I believe, as said, I had missed the decides reechoing of a modern dress Caesar, which is strange, as I only have eight channels but then as said am stuck in the midst of 1974, which is fine by me as is a nice respite from this lamest Caesar, where everyone is Cassius and no one dares be Antony, as belief systems, we know from Billy the kid are for suckers, and the poor. I missed out on it, but like the CBS  night that panicked America Orson’s name had to be scrubbed from it, as I  said always interesting and instructing when the rag that gives is Raising Kane is decided someone is beneath them, and the apologias will come later on anyway, and so…



II.

The infernal heat of the least summer has been ameliorated by a cheap Kmart air conditioner, that has made the one story, small, almost as if something in a grimms fairy tale vista, pleasant and takeable. Having the chance to resent out the play I had sent to the upper state comic book movie makers, I had  to make t no more than 48 pages, a teleplay really, dovetailing to those lovely black and white kinescopes seen all month on decades starring the great actors of the last  mid century in dramatics not  seen anymore. I defied to just start over and leave the story of Victoria and a stand on Kurtzman be, and start from a new beginning,this time, with another ethnic everyman hero, Joey Mars, as would rewrite what I saw as the  beginning of the end of America,  in what I ahd come to see as the relic  and ruin called the Joey Bishop show,as it an American tragedy, ad which the Jesuits had warned me of all along. 

But had to think a way to have like in Roman leathery literature tomes, a narrator hero, a Pseudolus, a con man, a fraud who could tell this story and show what I already dashed down as  the bare bones. CBS as  the American colossus brought down by the vulgarizing in answered prayers, as he openly turns on the low hanging fruit of Bishop as I heard and read he had, in a  sea of blond genies and blond witches  only amiability  to  the Christers and  Shyster in laws,  in the hinterland and because indeed they were blond, as read that I dream of genie was brought to Palely, he is the vane Caesar in this as was a great effect by several roman writers and  sued with Napoleon too, by  best Italian writers, but was  unheard of by hard sellers like Tolstoy and others  who  slaved away in a dog language like Russian to cobble that sewerage into literature ,  first as was Jeanie brought to the piggish man unallowed into golf clubs and 21, ah the driving ethic if all from Levittown, as magic as it had for the kids Superman was stolen from, was a no-no as they and their gonniffs at dc never understood why Capt. Marvel  sold so well in those lands at the edge of that bridge to nowhere.

But he and Stanton, his Sicilian bag man,  made a point they wouldn’t give into, not for the tiffany of networks, into  mere magical sex symbols, as I take it Jews think blonds are magical enough just as is, but that he tiered it all down. Mostly he turned down as  did the porters a young Raquel Welch, fresh from Latin Quarterish, Hollywood  palace circus, for the role of Jeanie as the peacock network and Sarnoff I take  it had no problem with making a  short busty blond into the avatar of an ancient culture, much like how  all the Romans speak the kings English. He turned it all down, especially the idea of Julie Numar, my Moonbeam beloved, as the sorceress as that couldn’t be, as how would the defective apostate of her be, the cat woman as a blond…?,  as she was still and always a brunette in almost all things she did, so that couldn’t fly, Yahweh knew. But strangely as he did have an eye for  such gals, did as I researched, make a show  in which the magic was recalled by technology, as Julie would be recast as a sex machine  in  My Living Doll, with a one time  Hitchcock  admired Bob Cummings, hero in dial m for murder against honeysuckled  voiced Ray Millan, as somehow the magic he eschewed was okay, if could be ecumenically replaced by the technological advances of the mid century boom, who wouldn’t if they could in a laboratory not build a Julie  Numar capable of circus dancing as the hillbilly cat suit as she did in Lil Abner. She on Broadway evvvvvvven,  brining down the winter garden hosue each night as she  did, as was seen as again, to enticing and sexy to play Daisy Lu, as these casing idols are Talmudic, if  not Byzantine, whats the diff…?  My Living doll was a rare and half harvested attempt by  CBS to deal in the magical craze of lesser networks, I take it, as they had I guessed seed up all the Jewish approved  magician all still allowing for Hogan and his aced heroes to come and go out of a Nazi  prison camp with easy impunity. 


Then, along there, tired and beat, I watched a binge on the nostalgic exercise, which  is television watching as want no part of The tragedy of Julius Caesar   as played by the stock company cnn if I  even could get it as don’t ever wish to spend another dime that could be cut or biting into pacoes to let  a bobble bit get into the hands of Tuner  Watson or Uncle Rupert ever after. But as watching this roman circus, I have come to sadly adore, there was the answer to my own attempt at a student one like playhouse ninety percipient the second or third done this long hot summer. There he was annunciated and visited upon me, as I said before, a ghost of Virgil from the old ruins of cathode tubes and video tape. Id watch etched videotape things with a fixture of sadness and glee, or joy and regret, like all nostalgia, if true must be. As I watch as if a excavator looking at a lost civilization, with the same way I as a dissident on a more Roman than cathlci school, read all their ancient books I as was sure that Nazis sic Germanic nun hags lesbians would burn soon enough, as I early and often thought this and saw William Fa Buckeyes willing and ecager to destroy  all they could  everywhere, no kidding, as sadly again gave them more credit than they deserved, as cunts at Yale , except the black one giving me my due on the down low, hadn’t heard of Statius at all much less to burn him, but am sure get  to that poem of transvestitism, sorry I always take the roman werd when available than that jewie sludge of yours. One moment in watching Perry, there is Raymond and Barbara AT THEIR MID CENTURY FINEST, they’d get older each night, and as Hopper would have to do yeoman’s work as she was receded to a few liens as still as vogue and hip and cite as ever, and he growing fatter and growler by the scene, too tired to be the villain made good that’s sometimes like in Marty the Jews would so allow. There would be Valerie Harper as a ingénue with Madonna Ciccone cheekbone cuteness as a killers wife, or  some such thing, there would-be a Dan Rowan rewoven as a Coriolanus war hawk idiot, that some creeps on Amazon refused to acknowledge  were part of the Roman cannon, the miles glorious war buffoon as now that mdeaved and Rachel  have made command cause all saddlers cue fireman are heroes, just  don’t call them when you are spitting  up your lungs from the aspeteos of the pippin wars that family beget for us. Then…



There he was, a hero mentioned before but now almost a Godsend a raved truth a mixture of Tasus and Scaramouch, there was my answer… Carl Reiner. A hero god knows before, as a boy dreamed of being just like Alan Brady, down to the scowl and the growl, a genius of comic proportions, in black suit and blacker heart, a mixture of Art Fern and the Jackie Gleason Mother fetcher con man he was stolen from, a college boy Jewish huckster. He came to me, in mid sundae comics in the laugh in marathon, as if a fully formed creature creation, a Gideon on a Escalator  like Trump perchance, a mix of liberal arts and outcast ragtime ethics. Carl was seen by me as the perfect spirit guide for my latest play, in which I openly ask when did Rome, or America or whatever this is ever finally go off the rails?

He was the most prefect image, to see as I watched it, this Monday night cavalcade of comics first recalled seen by me as a seven year old boy as thought laugh in was  the most adult thing id ever seen,  intently as if seeing a Olivier BEFORE ME, as the last time felt this way was in fact when had merely scraps and a image of a blond daemon accosting it seemed  a pretty Italianate girl of Etruscan walls,  in unmet adorations, you see they were the white trash tell us devoted to death , not like the Romans or Prussians, as all we have left of then are their necropolises, and the conscious second logical question in a dump where something’s called the Clintons could get even this far are never asked. This is important, because it was in seeing Olivier when still had cable in 2004 WAS WHAT caused a merely idea of a italic demon on a wall to turn onto that bounding jumping caching soul of war tome propaganda angelican brilliance and joyousness that I turned into one of my best ever credo betokens all I ever do, actually, as made Kemeter, my heart anti hero the same exact way. Not acute as vociferously or as devoted as I did the play   about Victoria and Mud magazine, again I am besotted and devoted and addled by that time, as seen in my 12 hours of straight laugh in almost, then by seeing the late great Rollin Hand the next weekend as watched Mister Phelps for a weekend, as watched Martin Landau give a comic book tv show a level of crimes and misdemeanors dignity, I did the faster draft of Tonight, as I called it with Sylvester Pat weaverish irony in  five days. The  last time I had clicked into that cascade of perfect  voices plugged into in my heed, I yodeled like Lawrence Olivier to get to be in the top 250 in an Amazon contest out of 10,000 books so say whatever you’d like now, girls, as Antiny my name sake would say, oh now you cry…?


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In ten days, I received more accolades, as the warm Sun that allows Bill to as a Roman would, let his article slide off his shoulders and a bask in its apostolic wryness, oh how that bothers the Jesus freaks who have suddenly like ante war lesbos on war television made common cause with Medved, but alas the god that is the sun, acceding to even Cicero, has allowed Bill to be freed from his season of discomfort. How do I know,…?, w ell, in ten days, not quite seven days in may they had hoped for, but a turnabout being as NAPOLEON WOULD SAY fair game, in ten days Hillatta Madonna herself, has gone from reason to burn the digest of Roman law, to merely another punch line utilized and needed by that queer little effeminized bitch power monger lover dick sucker on sadly the once vaunted as the Roman Senate CBS, and no a mere plank in a sanctimonious  and spitting outwards eye. The Cyclops is blinded, mister Reiner, that those days are done and gone, Geraldine, like Irene Dunn Dunn, and so am locked back there again trying deteriorate to recorder at least requiem those days before the Jews and Italians and Jesuits were allowed like Liberace to die unnoticed and even as an object of ridicule and dammed by colored and rearguard hacks on comedy central fake newscasts la da de daahhhh. Unintended consequences, in farce the smallest thing can balloon into a pie fight, the lasted thing unnoticed even accepted in ones mind can at a moments notice turn to abject shit, in  ten days, I saw it all swerve. As had an inkling when fat bleated prop baboons  dykes had the audacity to speak of the insult that fathers days was to them, oh that wont stand as even a child knows playing Superman, there is a time when the magic falls flat and you just explain yourselves to the dogs of the local gods of the playground, and you cant dues ex machine yourself out of everything as I said, which is a  strange  line in Latin as they detested that Greek ideal that the gods of circumstance are always on their bloated boring sides. The grand dame has stayed upon the stage one money shot too long, like the Arabs camel one never knows wane the last punch line will make the stage fall in from the weight of her fattest ankles and so, after seeing the lesbians screech of father’s days, and were buying you a tie… It not that much you know, it just our way of showing you we think you’re a regular guy, you said that it was good of us to bother…oh I knew that moment on of my buddies sent me that image of old bachrd to pushing itself, that one pratfall too much too far ,too awful I knew all was about to swerve but then as I told Kartina Richardson, I am the Auger.

Thinking she was in the midlife her devout and devoted star turn, she played Madea too often and too long, she came out again thinking all was American confetti, and with the swan song worthy of a Patton duding in George C Scott, not leaving well enough alone, our Camille, came out and told America that she  is writing, I’m sorry ‘Writing” a book about her exploits as with her husband, there is nothing that serves a cesarean mind as outing yourself in the in cold bloods you cobble. Ah but this time, kids, and foils out  there in television land, oh god I can hear that fake Carl  Riener  cadence still in my head, I used it well, as a gal told me this is incredible stuff, but.,.ah yes but, they always lie, close to a Jesuit lawyer joke.  So, grandmamma, between shilling t shirts for red heads I know I recall trashing her when God Obama entered the room backwards, as usual, and doing her act by sending out paid spokes models, ha!, who all wore the cap from the busty girl in girls with slingshots for some reason, she acidly, and death to roman lawyers or comics, didn’t take the temperature of the room,  said she  was writing   a post Mortem, what else does anything she do is…?,  about her careering careening off, as if we weren’t getting that venom for free so why buy the snake…? She called it ‘What happened..?’, eliciting from  me, as you’d think, a  good line I said what’s it about --her wedding night,…? But it illicited more than that, and much worse, who WOULD HAVE FIGURED…?,  and from first among equal’s, that fagot closet everything who isn’t quite the heir  to Paar, or even to CBS late bight which was alas better when it was late movies and Kojack, as better than this sewage. He was along with many who she stupidly thought were her acolytes, no one is a stupid as you think they are, dear Ask Bill, he’d give you the jist of that medieval stuff  that Jews at hbo don’t make into series god knows, and so, they all took the shortcuts, just waiting for the chance to show, no rye drinkers  they, that’s from the Rope I think, as rye was a cheap variety of liqueur I gather, must I explain it all…?, and look Mickey this slave ship is taking in water! Eagerly and meanly savaged as she had to be because you see  the world, Mister Beal, is a bidness and the democrats of Democracy inc, well  the sewage treatment plant they have become, this jersey joke they deserve, it has been in the red now for three consecutive quarters, one more and they feel, the pinch of a recession they thought they were ascertain that no one important was living through, as that they thought Beloved Obambam could get a third term, since basically he had broken the Boland amendment easily, too.



But then, we are in the Hinterlands, and Prairea, such scoundrels as avouching to fat blamed human zits taking their cretin calls, but then, fatso I wasn't the one comparing Hillary to Imelda Marcos as an imperial on some fish eyed blond cunts show, showing again, sometimes its best just to leave the bard alone, and not try to make t hat play if you don’t understand it , much, leave the Caesar his due, don’t put a  orange wig on him, as after all, despite festooned and slathered  decedent nobelss oblige of the Bush family, well, despite battlements by ugly old maids, heist a rapist on their shoulders as if a  Marius the great, certainly not one who disfigures his victims like a  sociopath, not a drunken  driver, we learned about that too late, those of you in tower 2, all so deposed talk so very decent, decent cause they assault, sorry, salute  the war flag and sing homilies of Homer at all the right times. I hand not up for that shining old man, not an Antony like me, as you see held by another dog in that drink. As I knew all along women the con stipended were as much as spear carriers, the chuckers  all have as  I noted around here still fathers and sons  placed in jail by the Clinton dragnet  as Dante forwent more of humanity as worthless drones unwilling to take a fucking stand. As I story of figured early on in this, the setups and pages about erasing the republic had been stuck like sesame street in mad, as does the antimony, as you were never on her side, as she is after all a two time loser and one more loss and she might  have to go too jail like all those niggers her and hubby pitilessly slammed in jail to save the democratic party from being the senate party and leaving them at the end of their spotty reign with nothing. It was as I told another admiring gal, really never thought this would happen such, it was never  Julius Caesar that was the play you and your company wops and household Jews should have ever mentioned that even my enemies cant hold my typos too much against me as have read it all, and still if not sweep, will,  kick the dust behind the Golden door, which still ahs the holes where you democrats had to drill for the locks when you need them. See, It was never anything  so Roman or honorable AS Caesar, you deserved or redid,  as dying old men stand at the prodeeecuem and vote one way but sonnet and predicate as Ma says in the other, to standing ovations like something  out of I, Claudius, Seutonius, as Gore knew, is beyond you. It was never Antony you wanted and needed, at all. It was not even Coriolanus, damming and pestering the dingy of Roma, only good as the anointed variant of Cannon FODDER, ASKED TO DIE WITHOUT ARMOUR, AS BATMAN SUDDENLY DROVE A TANK AND NOT A PIMPED OUT RINKIN CONTRENTAL, AND WHAT ARE THE BUSHIES HAVING FOR DINNER TONIGHT, I WONDER. By payday of the week after that shocked poll, democrats openly in that rag said they needed and wanted the Trump voters back, no longer dogs asses I take it, as I think now that the rich have left as bushie could have told you never Trump merely meant double booking, I take it you have to make it up in volume, as new Judea becomes more vulgar and long island by the day. With ass jokes made by ninnies as if the Romans weren’t adults and did care, it was not anything even like a comedy tonight, as I sent my play about CBS in color off.  It was Glenn Garry Glen Ross you should be mouthing and all that that curse ridden brilliance entails. It was never et tu or there is a somewhere somewhere out there, in even its most vulgar and terrific Roman vitiations as seen as general Bull Wright by the grand and sophisticated genuinely decent  Dan Rowan in the laugh in that I watched and imbibed in recalling when we were an empire with satire, before we became what ever shit this now is. It was never Roman or Latin, or curt gambols or dogs of war or the time and tides of men’s lives, it was as always Put it, my name, on that fucking board, it was always Rickey Roma,it was always Denis Franz asking again the poor dumb black kid where was the coin at, and it was always who had the American Buffalo.




22 July 2017

POW -GIRL. A comic book novel.










a remake of a curricula comic done by me in 4th grade. It was based n the famous pages of a Lois as a superwoman as seen in the great compendium Comix,  a history of American comics, as i knew even then that the Della Street like Lois, paled so Pluckily by Phillis Coats was so seen ought to be made a Yenta in training,given life only brevity by Teri in  Mildred Pierce shoulder pads, and now reduced to mere red headed hag. Now KKKKKKKISSING CLARK KENT, in not an ABC musical, but incited in panoplies of deterioration fed to us, us made to rememberer amazingly and thoughtlessly, 911 destruction. So say I did a nice job here, as despite what was said to me by Slave Labors graphics girl Friday and that this was sexist garbage, i cant draw like this no more.

11 July 2017

ACT IV.





















I take it I missed a modern dress Caesar on decades tv, which is sad and  strange in that only have about ten stations anymore, which suits me fine as if I’m  going to watch Gilligan’s Island I rather watch Beatnik Maynard and aging pirate movie star Alan Hale as the almost Ollie like skipper than watch that bloated bullshit version on cnn. ALL these images were accepted, as long as I ignored the story that surrounded   them, more illustration than anything, and gratefully placated each instillation,  each and every opportunity as unlike some, i take what I can get. 

I missed it,  but to be honest haven’t really taken much of a  view of any of it, Studio One, as in  this awful time in which of all things, a Goldwater girl can try to foment ww3 with Russians, and somehow meathead is fine with looking under the bed for all those who fucked up her Imperial delusions of being queen of the Tiber. Ah, speaking of …for…?, Caesar before any of you white chicks or  Jewish in laws, I SUGGEST YOU REREAD IT OR AT LEAST READS ITS CYCLE EPICS, AND FIND OUT WHO OCTAVIAN WAS. Oh, that IS Bill in more than just my version. But as wrote in TCOJC, felt  a tremor in the land out there, as I know you don go Roman without an implied insult worthy of Oxbridge sissys and ninnies like George Pill,  and so I wat to see this end, I kind of dare you to destroy Trump, as don’t think destroying a plutocrat is something that GE theater wants to make a precedent , like again Cato's being beaten by CAESARS MEN IN THAT STREET,AND I DO REMEMBER BILL NO LESS BRINGING THAT UP,AS HE KNEW Virgilio’s as good as mute to the avenging  Hillary cunts and thus his asides as dues and mean slated vicious  turns of  a screw were something you  often smiled through, and the boys who took my lady liberty took it as they told me, Tony its was a lovely respite from the ‘swill’ out there, their words, didn’t as Harry sheerer  would say,get the punch line. As missed Caesar as much as  anything, but again, the correct roman roads go my way, as it seems I am getting befriended by wayward lesbians and Arabs and even transvestites,  who I guess liked my line about who would anyone be against the Word transvestite,   as too roman perhaps for the prefects who didn’t fall far  from the hanging tree, as again America I  mean, is  nothing to me.

But I must say I am sorry to see ancient third Rome Russia be demeaned and dratted for some Goldwater daisy flower girl. No, ill never forget and I will be the mad man at the roman triumph that day she is squeezed into power as if a girdle, that my own father a fascist from Italy thought both Goldwater and Reagan mere clowns, and wont forget or fail to mention she voted for a graven acfe Cicero. Yet that line about extremism is his, and if one can get a house payment for gratis, what the hell…? , the last person your Epicurus nigger saint MLK  voted against, so there. As I can’t watch these kinescopes were William Shatner looks like he ghost of Virgil, even though I knew that Leslie Nielsen is in father Gore's play, still cant miss my beloved  Della and Perry, God knows. As somehow mistakenly looking at this CBS petition sheepishly stolen from Orson without credit as they wanted the rights to war of the worlds, as Payly, I gauss, was doing the wash. But reading  some of this sewage, I was shocked that  something and some cretin as writing about a Caesar death with  only that ‘playwrights’ jumbled  translations as some kind of erudition, as he tactually said in some Google library book, that Antiny was  the villain of Caesar, as my money was always on Caesar, hens the Bush daughter stinking of rye  media  tarring Trump with it lest you recall he was antiwar here in the cages less Sparta. The creep, he said something amusing, in that Cesar’s men, like Antony, were all shown as  fascists, duh, but that Virtuous Brutus, where the hell did that ere come from…?,  and Cassias were shown as bankers and politicos. you know more decent  people than soldiers, did you want to expand on that, sir, no I just meant ...I believe they were there as aide de camps, when Caesar detained Pompeii's troops by him believing scared Caesar, who steamed do over and uncle, hehe, when you quite people who limp dear Hilary, you start to limp... and asking for a truce, and look that word up, and when German reinforcements came to aid Caesar, Im no fan of games or thrones, he was cut to ribbons when came to accept a plea agreement, as the priests warned  me of the vipers of power. So, never save Caesar from drowning, a tip to than national biscuit company that wishes to make Hillary if not the new Caesar,  A NEXT Herod. The most noble and decent roman laughed at this turn, glad  that his placed as at he dog at the table was secured, [gay joke there,]as Antony a gloomy burning soldier worthy of being played by a Welsh drunkard in love with miss tits, merely had enough of that king vitamin fagot,and said when Caesar said we won today because ire enemy was a coward, he had it, and shouted back,we 'won' today because the enemy, was a Roman and took you are your word. Jews and Greeks win with Trojan Horseshoes , Romans rather die.  


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Ah, having read Caesar in the final I think the epitome of whatever story was here that allowed Willie to use the buffo stuff he came up without of Plutarch for  his life of Pompeii that was given the kibosh  by his banishing angel Lizzie, I think the whole meat of the story is that Brutus was as loved by Caesar, as anyone, thus the line,  mistakenly put there for  posterity, which when  what was really said was, you also my son have  joined the mob, which these men being Italians always can be a joke worthy of Al Franken. But never get that Antony as the villain of this, as this Kreton said, been reading everything on Revolvy lately, made it a point in that way GV tells  us all to avoid in that standing on assaulted principal shit that comes from women and always agreed  with by Jewish husbands if they know what’s good for them. I got my play back from the upper state new York guys who would have liked to sue it but its hard for Indy filmmakers to execrate 1970 as mad men did, so I guess my Etruscans are fucked. And I think about remaking it again as a house of blue leaves thing  about Joey Bishop,  who actually fired everyone in his show ala Ted  Baxter, including aunt Harriet, Guy Marx, the guy who played Kelsey on All in the family, Bill Bixby, and Marlo Thomas, in a cast too good for him.  And as was told after having to redo the pages in publishing fixedly ways that the two places I  sent MS flied again, too both seemed to rethink things, as the white chicks and the imperialists,  its what you are at the Bush stables, sorry, seemed to find this Blog. Too bad, did bring MS back to life, and still got 1466 views in  ten days, which is more than your smarmy comic rags will ever get.

Antony as villain, not to my mother, and not  to Willie, as he  used  him in the better sequel, and he dies and burns in a hell even Ertiwan came to defend. This creep called him an opportunist, and it was too late, and alongside for the Perry done by Erle, always the best, and had to stop before got to Marlon as Antony, another tome he saved his career by passing as a wop. As he showed a ROMAN DEVOTION, I read life of Antony kids, I read  them all, all the books that Bill pretends to love and Barry preens to hate, all of them,  and they mean something to me, as that is why I get Romans centurions in Arab newspapers now,as  after tell them what the bell Arabs are, as you’ve been as they say upstaged by men In Preatorian Black, who turned out despite the vowels on their names to be  at the prosecutors table after all. Arent you all…? I was asked f Id like to redo my Caesar as a comic book with Trump, but cant add to that’s Swill, even as Roman as  Id be as now rabbis and lesbians and even transvestites  are seeing me as heroic, and Im board of this, wake me wane Trump is derailed, something tells me it will end bad, though hell just go back to the life Billy the kid dreamed of having for thirty years, as when he quoted Sallust, or  mentioned Cathy Loving, I knew acutely what he was talking about.  As I saw Rachel dear actually tell who was out there shopping crap stories at the beg men, and she told is all, I have an unkling who it is, The fault dear Brutssssssshhhhhhh, and in Coriolanus, the play I’d  dare them to out on in the weeds, lets the roman filth figure things out, there are parts for him too in that , as what’s his name, the guy who falls at Actium I guess,  as after all I was everything that Bill and Barry and legacies, all had to tippie toe to preen that they were.




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01 July 2017

THE COMEDY OF JULIUS CAESAR.













ACT ONE.


As a boy and adolescent, I started to tunnel my way up from the depths of a particular Virgiless hell as a boy, caused by epilepsy, that most Cesarean of aliments if one doesn’t include an Hillarian ambitiousness and even then. By utilizing the phone as lifeline, I called shows in local Pittsburgh radio.

This was wherein got a first real modicum of admiration, after being able to do that though was expected able to Jesuit enough, and have things published as a teenager, and had my abilities for remarks seen as now earthy, if not very funny. One such man who openly accepted my asides and remarks, commentaries, I was willing to, believe it or not, tersely and quickly give, was a lovely avuncular Jewish man of a certain age and time in America, named Perry Marshall, now of a sort lost to a flood of black artists,  like who owns the new York times, and who made sure their fathers weren’t ever paid slave wages, god knows as they had law schools they would force too take them in eventually, as said again all that anti Italian and roman is by the meatheads of the world and their love of demeaning all things Roman and italic is was quite sad, for as wasn’t my father as opposed to FaBuckley and Bushes who kept you out of  ivy halls of learning.  So this was a different time, the imperial high noon, as I said sadly recalled by Roman schoolboy me, as is aid keep seeing roman Bill as the clown in too much make up recalling lost Ansonia, when all of his chancing still was ahead of Roman bill, before the third act, which outcome to all perpetual schoolboys, when brays was still a little ninny, and caching shicksas as like Gesu  and north Korean communist hacks, and so, Perry, with a voice between God and charley Tuna, no kidding  he was very much like equally basso profoundo Hershel Bernardi, he much found me funny and would accept my calls graciously as would Phil and Bev and uncle Dougie, as they all would’ve been fine with Antinee, making them laugh despite themselves sometime until that came to and end when was banned from that station left as a hag  named  Lynn Cullen tarred me as an anti Semite for even daring to feel bad for Monica, a name she said smugly would be tarred forever, what a witch,  besides, that her daily updates about Elian Gonzales, Oh I preferred Miriam myself, little snot, were all brought to you by the auspiciousness  of the fine folks at the local Lexus dealership, but then by then the age of Seinfeld, Monica, and Kordell was in full bloom. And that era of my life ended pretty much in 1992 when prodded by a  Jewish yenta who liked me and who showed my work to American Pop ist, I had gone out and about to a local cartoon collective where showed  my work to an oncoming company then still owned by Lucas I think called Fixar, and some drawing of either Stone soup a olden painted Disney like  cartoon, or xmas  movie about moving somewhat anisotropy Toy’s was not so sarcastic  that it couldn’t be cleansed for your enjoyment  by later coming uncle Wally , Lassiter, who, as all things are connected, was in that first class at cal arts which  my father asked me if I wanted to send in work to be  judged as someone he knew saw my drawings, but was far too much a genius to give into the magic castle as they did, being a pale imitation of Rankin Bass, Ray Harrihasuen, or Gahen Wilson, NO MATTER HOW MUCH PROFIT IS IN IT.



BACK THEN, in the cold nights of our youth, a line I had sued since then to some regard, I had called Perry and had my one liners and at the ready ad libs and quotes ready, as making him laugh at a tale, as if true heed like Doug crack up and have a moment of Jack Paars tonight show, before all the old biddies would call with their stories of and from the VAULT OF THE DRUG STORE! Perry, a lovely man, had a girth of his, a bigness like a father saturnalia, a Falstaff an sort of image, with a great booming voice, and a laugh that was almost prate like, and when I hit him just the right way, it as a magical sort of laughter as only smart knowing men like he and Carson had, as how Seinfeld came out of the last tonight show as a last valedictorian, I don’t know.

So, one night in the holiday season, Perry spoke of how he, as a Jewish kid, was forced to be in a Christmas pageant,  one year as  a Jewish kid it bothered him still as a then middle aged man. Oh, I can beat that I said, I resented  very  much them making me play Santa Clause once I told him, and one year in a catholic school no less, I was very resentful as was in some sort of  passion play, the words made me hear him clear his basso profoundo throat, he was never quite sure where I was going, but I never abused their admiration, but skirted with it, and told him I was to play a Roman centurion in this, as I  looked the part some one said of Lynda carter when  she was first read and then dressed as a last penitent to play wonder woman once, and getting some friction  about it even then in 1975 or so, they dripped it as I would be peter principled from no lines to sharing star  billing, as Mrs. Marrinuchi,  the wife of the local public school administrator,  whose daughters when too to catholic school par for the  blue state course, and was now need for my thuggish look, soon enough martin Scorsese would allow  you all to take one of the great civilizations in the world and make it comparable to your bully boys in some adult version of Hank Ketchum soon enough, but even still then, I was no longer the perfect Romans soldier,  in my look to the white nuns anymore, even though was anadem for that Roman, woman addled Cleopatra fucker so important to my mother s a literate Italian girl in Italy, which you like preen-ed that you and Dick Cavette and Yale invented.

I was no longer to be the Roman soldier, it was decided then, I told him, and was made a falsetto castrato boy singer’s aweigh there, but it was said my whipping of Jesus in this in try outs outside, them rethink the whole thing, as cast of course was played by little faggot sissy ninny named Albert whom I despised and all he was about. As the Jesuits warned me, beware the femmy, and my , uh, relish in Roman justice on this creep, take my pagan lash, Jewish Hercules, butchy, for saying render undo Caesar was my Jesuitical thoughts, that I summed to take a real love of whipping God Jr., and took a pleasuring in it and so the priests alerted to this, and so at Christmas time a time less devoted death as the spring time for Yahweh’s more April holidays, it was decided to so do something more  Christmassy, hence Shepard and angels, as the neighborhood  Jews had been, as was told on the warpath , which as I said, was funny this not far removed from the godfather, as Audrey and other Jews told me on confidence, that the mafia stuff hasn’t been as admired by Jews as they pretend, as thugs like Lebro and other hacks have always been the ones who  seemed predisposed to like that Sicilian shit. But, it did even  then tell me where you were all headed, as be sides how  and how mattered and who didn’t, a nun who made a point Mary couldn’t be Jewish because she was blond, made a point that I couldn’t play a Roman with such relish when I frankly  took it that that was  how she wanted it played, or not, I wast sure, like  how dissed and demeaned you are by the passavente  of now, which when they are at the level of Clintons who’d you’d think would be happy he  got away with what he did, by to show Dante's universal genius was right and all you really have in this underworld wonder land of bags of shit preening they are golden dockets.


My father, then hearing this story, and being quite pride from the priests he played  pinochle with, came to me around the holiday , around as  Christmas and told me abut how he had a letter  from Kale university , of all places, detailing that I, with the rarest name in the Italian language, was related to  Romans senator Cornelius Tactitus'  farther in law, a s much as  related that ever is, the grams and the Jews and the Bushes always have a real problem with that and how many in laws dance on the head pf a subpoena,  that I was related Romans centurion  Gneas Julius Agricola, and though a Simpson hack in the age of Harry sheerer could see  that as a detriment, the Friars and  my father, in Roman it is all, as against is important that the fact chat a roman raped any Sabine woman, as no where else gave these Sabine girls full equal  rights as the Americans left behind  would not find in any pacific rim, Mars knows. As it seemed an honor to him, as honoraria, even treat, but honor none the less, as twas not never Romans bathrooms you fags had too crash, but either ways to some, especially the in laws such is always cagey suspicion in the way that keeps the wild bunch shown an age of saw and human centipedes, still only shown at 2AM, as it makes them nervous to be  so close to a truth they think they had made a comedy by now.

So I told him this story then about four years  into that age  of my life maybe befittingly 1984, no less, perhaps the last Christmas my father was alive in fact, he’d be  dead days before the next one, and said see Perry as catholic I too was made to feel a kind of resentment ,as that was becoming the lingua franca of America, as  Jerry was stuck as a  nudnik, hadn’t yet scanned the middle schools for dates, was out there getting bookings by the strong arming by mega hoods whose made cracks, it certainly wasn’t the material  as he knew when he caste that damn thing, see, Perry, I said, This was how I a catholic boy had resentment being factored  to be in and then not, in an Xmas pageant. Gee, but ANTHONY, HE SAID, with perfect  Jew joke  Sullivan, Stiller and Marera, 2RMSRVW COMIC TIMING, BUT…[A BEAT]…You would. Then, he exploded with a booming laugh, a laughter and told me to get the hell off the phone, in a parody of WOR gunny hack, as he had his seat as the owner of the Pittsburgh over night, and didn’t need this twerp coming along making the aged old biddies and union thugs feel upset. Later by a decade  I  saw him by accident  in Pittsburgh   with some buddies in art school , and  told I WAS INDEED ANTINEE FROM NEW KENSINGTON, the Roman schoolboy, who  scribbled American confetti on Group wonderful walls,  and he did tell me ,by the way, they didn’t  like that centurion account, Anthony, he said by now, and they almost bared me form that show, not needed, as  he would soon  enough then be replaced by someone hardly as hip and peter  gunnish cop show, what, and leave show  business…?, borsht belt, gardens of Hesperian , cold war, golden aged hardly enough  un willingly   every so often to stop the hellish infernal litany of old people moaning  about their rosaries and medicine, and certainly never called in kdka again.

Recently, in the  midsummer of our  dying new Rome or is it, as I kid, an old Sicily its hard  to tell, as unlike Rome we are not Oviddian sophisticates, as we, or you more likely, not are we agrarian stoics as we are a parody of both and like neither. But like Sicily  whatever poverty never bad enough to make them noble savages,  they destroyed more renaissance art  than they had ever  created, look it up, we are always up to trash and or  whitewash  and crumble any Leonardo Horse as we avert witches and magic everything but klepto maniacs, as they never forgive what happens  to Marcus Agrippa, which having been as a high as aide de camp to Octavian is worse ts some than a100 Auschwitz showers, and who needs  to marry Italian girls, anymore…?  The usual deists have been at wits end lately trying to get through the eye of that needle that even roman admiring  Jesus said cant be done by all the fat rich men pledging  coinage . maybe with Brutus face on the head as, or maybe a three dollar Bill with  Barrys smiling visage on it, Look Mah, no hands!, pledged with gusto at the phony Sanhedrin meetings now made legal an as cash laundering as the Jews, bless them have finally made it up from their Bus stop Jessel beginnings that an intellectual named Ben  Wattenberg was amused in mid soprano  time,  that they Jews of hbo preened they weren’t there then as they made fun of the narks as an interlopers into the long island tentiment crowd, as if they weren’t much there, except maybe as occasional victims, got into too deep with the criminals is always a good go to when Scorsese is looking for angels, like they have no real experience, at the   Italian mother jokes, as they all look for blonds on jdate, if they look there,  at all. So its seems that Rome has moved into being marked too Caesar, something sooner of done by the Jewish in-laws for Lieutenants to Bill off and on, but he, and thsiw as always done meanly by his enemies,   was more shown as a Nero asylumed,  seen the old  Neal Adams son o’god comic in National Lampoon as comic satire, that days has passed,  as a fat  pope or shown as Nero as Drawn as Charles Loughton in a Daffy in Rome cartoon, or as Dom Deluise in a  Mel brooks movie, who I have grown to dislike more and more,  sadly as find his equating of the swastika of Aryans, there is nothing racial about the Romans, as Like it was from Romulus and W, the bumbling brother always ahs to go!,  this admitted to sadly by the wall street journal when trying to out on skids, an election year that wont end that they bumbled into,-- too late, learn your Romans numerals kids, especially not as the sons of Cyrus, to the  hammer and sickle a grievous fault. As I said, there were no swastikas when Mandela was allowed out of jail, no Romans here, niggers and CBS Jews away have to survive at the beset of the mercies of their various Caesars, as dying  like Cattilines is an   anathema to them, and their were in fact then I saw, as the cbs cameras tried valiantly to pull away, lest the rabble and the house and maybe the Bush basilica then be upset, were Roman hammers and sickles,  but again as said before, the  joke’s on some tissue niggers and Jews and Italian anti Medici radical Fonda’s who sued it as the hammer an sickle of Marx so much to the socialists that now the Romans have become now, if mentored at all, scurrilously by Medveds, whose Zeppo visage on MSNBC is so against to many that some newsletters emails chains I am willing to be on, as they were nice enough to allow me a kind mention or a post, [Dem Bones, Book IV, Regalia, Rag three, VUNDERGIRL IN THE DAGWOOD WEEDS, WENDY AS VENUS, PATTY CARTOON 6, PATTY AND BERNIE AT THE SENATE COUSRUME PARTY, TIGER LILLY, ECT. ] or a post to a link, send me emails about how distraught they are to see a sissy like George Wont on a station once permeably ,not only democratic but liberal if not liberal tine ,and I tell them back as do not much care, Ovid was right, about having no where left to turn. Ah, but now, it seems, in our dying impure empire,  that has the  nerve to trash the Ray Kroc of all imperialism, Uncle Julie, well,  that the jews for  Jesus, or at least mars are in a higher bracket, all they were after sadly, the hammer and sickle  was the subtle icon  before the wolf, of the Roman republic. This is why during the interregnum when a couple of senators and aide de camps tried take over Rome after the death of Caesar, as unread copies of which you white grsl don’t even know about much less demand like fathers day be vacated, I can hear the blood rush to Bills balling ghosts, sorry Fists, dears, the saps of history saw t street side art, outsider art in Brindisium as they took off, again in something other than Parallel lined lives a Greek allowed to write the Roman story, as all else is called Aprophica,  the art of the poor and put upon, in which an eagle was trapped killed like a rat in a maze or a trap and mace out of that later used with out permission stole by Marx, thus showing us where the jazz age was heading.

They recently again used Rome and Italy as they have been trained to as an only allowable Minstrel SHOWS by the sanctimonious Meat  heads, Jewish in laws described before, whose Mediterranean hoodlum qualities I guess gave been betan out of them by wives like those  in Gibbon,  and the always seething  deep down deep state hating Jewish rats who have come to some rapprochement with their in laws until like will append soon enough with vicious vituperative, vulgar Judd, will have had enough and the blind woman stupid enough to be caught in their variation of a hammer and sickle or the snares that caught the Roman wolf as seen in Umbria by the italic Bull, theirs since before Bruttinium, the little seeking blonds will get away and tell us she is on her own now and reel from  the Jewish husband gig when where and always someone to from towards and under any neared Tuscan suns. 

The girl who said shell always deep down admire Trump for destroying the ruling noble houses of Verona, as all but there gylt paid and channel jumping wal always shall, she sends me an email when the careerist hacks refer to Caesar, the roman  stuff   always a slur allowed, but aren’t more and more now that bugsu Jeb is our Ataturk , she got back in touch, asking me Tony, didn’t you last year…? Oh, why yes I had to demure, I did write a Caesar in ways closer to Mad magazine than Willie, no insult actually as Roman Satire was a wholly Italic and then roman art form which as  Gore and Juvamal  knew for all the antimony and falderal of Jewish in laws is hated by the pompous and the fools and the phones as it gievs  the game away and people leave the theater if not singing the arias, remembering the perfecting insults, well  after the play has been direfully closed. I write usually a tragedy of Julius Caesar as they had I thought wanted, as caught the scent in the wind that Trump and anyone whod vite for him and  stand at that awlla in the way of the Boresese of now, was going to be seen more and more as Hillary seemed less and less, as Gumbattrus epiphanius, as the gruff dago so beloved by the meatheads who control television and movies for the last 50 years  or so, f I may say so and nor be Rich Sanchez ed by the Jews who at the National biscuit company who fire the niggers first. And who have made the race of Beatrice  and the Sicilian school and the  Roman republic as I w as warned in to sleep and eat and porch monkeys  to the point that even a  black theater troop one asked if they could do my  roman play about the senate in caveat and then backed off thinking again as those persist did when was a boy Romans as heroes is something that scares the collected  Jews  and trashed white unkindest cunts of all, and fagots and their nigger beaus. Modern dress  was parceled out eventually made  by Mod, Trump as Caesar in what ways they  hate as again Bill was always and understudy forth role but ever quite filled the toga  well, maybe his being a  coward and  dying a  thousandth time barely made it  feel real to the Jack warners asses of today. And was all done in the silver Latin of beat and Mod and Kerouac generation bongo poetry, to say my own way and bicthy cues I take, that if my golden age as an Italian was so gone, well, maybe so was yours and television shows about your bled Vikings like Hillary and Bushes in persona non grata  detail consists now as just as a dead cat bounce after you’re little ninny boys had them stipended to death.

Answering two ads on various writers wanted websites, I saw that a few people were looking for Trump as Caesar, wasn’t the pejorative just a  given, kids… eared  as somehow among and amidst the barbarians it is always a pejorative to Go to Rome and Italy, as it  ahs seemed to be among the  middlebrows and worse, like David  Brooks and such, and this time I thought me as  a Romans schoolboy who ahs made it a point that ahs bothered the  fagots and the dykes of empire that in fact Bill Clinton does  read and love Ovid, it doesn’t hold together or make scents if he don’t…it oisteher along with Sallust and Marcus Aurelius as a  favored book brazenly and in favored  Roman moment of green laurel élan Bills head and that seems to some who have been paid and paid off by and to and for him, that this is   a, mark  of honorable distinction but actually a reason as it was for Dowd to distrust him some how. I have shown pictures on which have I have free manned  caped with leaves him an inflagrante as delecto as  anything else he has endeavored to do. In a few days I redrew and remade Caesar in my own italic image, as have the same empathy for Caesar that’ll Romans boys must have, as there is nothing lower than a Brutus, as quickly refrained to  the copy of Roman lives of paralleled virtue I had at my desk at the old house and didn’t have any room here to take with me, and in the roman lives I have recalled and recorded in my own mind, that there is something unseemly about Brutus, henses the word Brutal, still sued by a nations that actually uses its  niggers as slave laboring blood sport  that is no less than thrown by what is houses of higher Learning, meaning again there is no ‘scape from this devils island.

Trump now as redone by me as the figure that Bill would dream of being but alas can not be as all his commentaries were longwinded exfoliations why he couldn’t go to war to begin with. Ouch, I mean I like Roman bill and will always be able to keep him in a higher regard for telling the fat lesbians Plautus  jokes they never heard as  a way to again shove it up his wifes ass, don’t tell me the Roman jokes when they were told was anything but a certain boyish meanness,  and to her minions, but to be fair, its Latin as an Honiara and Juvenal’s never effected me as much as say Metamorphoses always have. I was in fact  called a bigot for noticing in a lovely swerve of word play that the play based on Metamorphoses  in new York opened first after  the fofrst week of nine eleven, as didn’t creepy cry for any lady liberties,  then either in the soot, but as I shave said lately  have found a place for my various Antonys and Roman centurions as  done as playful pizza ads to fellow Italia, though heard she is actually middle Italian hence the whiter skin and large yellow eyes, as heard she is more a Umbrian like Alan Alda Madonna and Caligula, where the monsters of Italy are hatched, Leslie.

As now, Trump was now on the return to now the Roman as buffoon in agro  and ermine, which they after all did better than anyone, no Jews touchy and shameless were they, and saw Imp king Donald  as the roman figure in this including leaves, which of course would be a shorthand for all that the middlebrows  whose parentage lived in barbaric trees would so hate. Trump as clomping roman generalissimo, fine, its  something that I have sued before in my pwn Anton nine  work as in  a story, as recalled , which was admired  by Yale Colords and  Amazon, which hey renoimce now as if a work of some Etruscan  Satan, who after all was just grafted on to the fear of all things pagan, that the born again jewsand vicious Connie, had  when  they weren’t related to them Jews of the earliest west end and were making money making sure the roman rabble always had a  few plays of a contest , and not that Greek  tragedy goat song shit Hercules running on the great sepia way at the theater district, which we now know, there was only festival seating fer Romans meaning senators had to sit next to  housewives  and drunks lest they never see the people whose sons they sent to [extralegal wars as the Roman ALWAYS HAD A HUMANISM  TO THEM THAT  MADE ME AND MY FATHER PROUD. To assorted in laws and relatives  who always can want a  classical movie as they are always looking like Paul Simon for the next parody or knick off someone will conceder art and or piety, how about instead of Massada in which even the clerks of A BIGGER CHECK  of the eighties  had to admit to the reluctance  if Silva to do any of this, how about a movie about Sabra and Cheittella as I said, or at least if it must be Roma, a film of Veii, or my Laurentium or something that doesn’t begin with your beloved Prussian god  career soldier or s you’ve made him, dear Caesar and the centurions who whipped and or succumbed to  God  and his various Jewish accountants, and burghers, again , always then coming back from the theater  as they never stopped recalling who they had meant when as they say persecuting Christers, or as is in Livy, Mithras, or anything than just saying the great secretariat of the CHRISTR CULT AS IS SAID IN JULIAN, a holy work to the Jesuits then, this church was if not started , politicked by a man who whipped Romans and let Jews mostly go free, or Romans if they were rich, look  them apples up, up empires have seen the likes of house Eric Holder Before, the jails cant hold all the criminals god knows, as so with this background  and this back drop I reamed a Trump  as a Caesar for them, and again, as with Dante ringing in my eras, I, Antony,  made him the hero and Bush as Brutus, the man who literally coins the words Brutus the God, as a the villain and not even a god one. Sorry Orson, I went to a higher court. But why be a prick and recall that now…?

Up for days, till 2 am, watching the cavalcade of stars on Alfred Hitchcock presents,  I made my Caesar as well as any Welles and was quite proud as a gal there told me the mod beat language and the jazzy Perry Mason feel was terrific and said should  be shot in  black and white as my script said, as that was a mark in my favor as with all those involved in invective and political diatribe, this isn’t art, as Caesar the hustler said, its only Propaganda, not again a pejorative to me, as Machiavelli said propagandas, a word sued against  Virgil and Hayly here in the land of the free and the home of the bribed, as he said, solely probably is just something that someone you don’t like writes or said, and is probably truer than anything ever written by David McCullough, not that I dislike him buts was smiling when my brother reading out of his New York Times that David, scribe imperious, was called ageist at his dismay at  the calibers of dimwits he had to see shiningly faced at Yale and other schools exempt from having all the niggers have given scholarships have to play tackle. He was quickly rebuked as herein new Sicily there are those nags of shit we must ever notice smell.   

And so the first Rule to play with his bromide is  that not so much it be read, as much as it be cost effective. But I  was picking something up even then in late summer as posted back then, as was told my liens were Pilate like, as a Jesuit student would be excepted, didn’t go in  for too much of Shakespeare, as like my  Ariosto well enough left alone.

And was told the liens of the year were things like Caesar is finding out that what happens when Lifer senators  see you getting too close to the rabble for your own good, and Maccers was a deceitful played to the hilt almost Judas like Cassius, so very sad that he ever saved Trump, sorry Caesar, from the drink, the fault dear Brutus isn’t in our stars, but in our shells. I played him up as a real roman clown, yes that was a hell of a senate once, old man, I had the drunkard but herouic Antony say to him, and of course how could I reset it, Billy C  as Octavian, boy perpetual of power, auga velva and bunnies galore, shark as a tack and always ready to get revenge, soon enough to see Germanicus his prince killed by his scheming wifehood, did I mention because of the Jesuits I can go Roman at the drop of a hat here in Viagra island. And I made swore it was the Dantetan aspect of Brutus and Cassias I went back to, which was strange that old Willie , a user of Dante in plays like Hamlet down to the cough, that he didnt know or care that tone of his Virgil’s, Dante, had no ease fore either as Antony says on the book one of them, everyone hates  a dog that bets his master, and the Petronius line I threw in  to, that the difference tween a senator and mad man is of course, the leash. But after putting in five days of work as I have a knowing and a memorization aspect to this story better than most, all I got back for all my attends at dark humor Romans satire, roman epic, roman everything as opposed to that Jewish shit, all I got from the producers for this Springtime for Caesar was a crestfallen… where are the knives…? at and just guns as after all this was the generation of Fears and loathing in Alba Longa, and thus most of my jokes went flat as  they were just looking for basically Sings and arrows, The Julius Caesar one  never done by the sissy who played Banquos ghost.

And I knew what they really wanted was just that murder scene and  went and wrote bad verses as realized then you are all then just lovers of death, as the only Halloween costume that bothered anyone the CNN queers referred to as Unmarried woman, even depute the gat marriage Hillary like so much was once against, in our age of shuffling dead, was anything remotely sexy as the fat girls live in abject fear as did their puritan furbearers of anyone as that German nun did , of anyone havaing sex, as itinst just the whole human scare that bothers the jazzed Sanger’s of the world. Too,  and the dismay at that Romans mob shown by Willie, who after all was more than willing to redo his tragedy of Pompey, the longest and most romantic and most poetic life in the parallelogram that was that awful book and  one of  the hew Romans lives first because there was  nothing to parsed it was  Greek first about it, was something about a fear and hatred of the people always there amid the grave robber family of self made patricians who alas marry well and have some splaining to do but never do about Auschwitz, and that distained and distaste was too apparent too soon, as I said, Roman ear attuned to this with plebian perfection,  there was one too many of everything last year, one too many men sent to war and brought back with stocks for legs who I see at the roses discount store daring to live out lives  as the vaunted Romans idler made into a bank guard  as Tactitus  said sadly, one too many niggers portending they were screeching about a crime bill in July, ironically,  and where feeling a Boin as they didn’t save a tiger, a tiger  in your tank, as he tolls around newsmen in am Italian rocket ship, ie too many war conations that had just been so very happy to see Trump as they thought go away, really you should have read How to be a Roman Playwright when you were giving hum the benter ring so willingly ,as Roman bill knew what you were doing its called up staging since Plautus,  as Bill and I did, kids, you’d wouldn’t have been schooled when he took off as he did, but then altering and not any devotion to that hag we now know was this all about anyway, and it is shame some d list hag didn’t have a  served head of Bills shown so publicly as I have enough admiration of  him you know heed get the Dantean joke of it, right before  he, the fats  chicken in chief who shut down the street in front of the preatorium as can recall when anyone’s poke of sedition were so willingly accepted that they were placed in jail, as who wasn’t then,…?, as he was scheard to perdition wasn’t  he when buildings in Oklahoma came crashing down, an age that started with Ruby ridge as much as anything.  



ACT TWO.

While thinking about taking up this girl on doing an essay about Caesar in the woods and its connection to me, and how I made them eat their lovely perpetual minstrel show by making Trump the Miles Gloriousus that only Bill C knows is a genuine whose Venetian glass you may not want to uncork, I went  to get some food for everyone here at the local supermarket. I liked shopping as wont yet be made into the hermit I was as you all succumbed to my disease of isolation as go out willingly and agilely while the rest of you shop at the magic box, and funny but all it took was that’s peculiar election going bad, and acutely some house nobodies asking where not only where was Bill, but where was Barry while the Czar was thumbing the libretto of destiny, whoops…well be right back–and I went to the local market to buy some food for the house. 

A pretty, slow witted young lady so ephemeral and sweet and touching in a pink dress, stood there near the deli with her large lardy studdabubba mother. She was so pretty in a delicate almost fragile way, her inbred slowness seen on her face but not so as to contort it, as funny how, but retards are now such sanctimonious, and the aborters who took  away their measure of children have to thus slather these left behind idiots with a devotion that is almost pathetic and is in no  way anything close to kindness, as such doesn’t exist in a Sparta that swaddles its gimps, and bombs the world. The lame as above reproach, dressed up as almost the best sort of humans, those who play sports an there is nothing else and no other parody of life they can do that elicits the admiration of a our Spartan Jewish in laws, which to be fair remember one thing sued in those old textbooks of national socialists was the fact that the shaloms of the world, like seen in Fredo made their share of Retardos, used again against Italians as naturally stupid, but, I’ve  never seen the German aqueducts, in those slurred against Italians in the dark ages pre Obama of oh 1998, you did a lot back there that make me wonder how decent you really are, they are given to retards as somehow Aryans of Cyrus, see…?, never somehow did, and all they w \ere healthy and above board. They are above reproach now that there are no more FREDO CORELEON jokes or at least I am the only one still making them as Rhoda would say wouldja believe anyone is still doing woulja believe, …? But again I have points to make as the girl asked me Tony you’re so sharp and witty, WHY EGG THEM ON…?  by using words the cunts and pimps and the like hate so…? And I said to her, my mother was right and when sometime was openly sneering at , and looking down the Italians, Was it James Baker…? I cant right now recall, anyway, when someone out down the Italians as being all superstitious is and such, believing in magic and or signora Fortuna, my mother said to me why if there wasn’t magic, of some kind, well then the rich would own everything and Billy boy has always seemed more circumspect when whilst dripping and laughing than you expect someone with paid for immunity to act.



So, here at the deli, I saw the pretty young girl, seen before by me as helps her mother do her shopping and isn’t hooded away for which I salute as a Roman would, never give up, never give, as Disraeli said, sad and yet bright and pink and lovely and with shoulder length black hair, and white skin, a slow dim witted Beatrice of sorts. She walked with a crimpy slide of a club foot sort of thing, sadly and touching. I thought of those commercials  about the poor little kids at like Jude and the shiners and think of a hag and a stragea alike power Mad Hillary or her betters at Bush manor and how lives of  absolute  vulgarity and Aortas that pump bile all-day long, and overeating who its never enough and how as Ma would say they will get there’s as Dante said, what petty men truly live in fear of …is their own importance, and that you can ware as much armoires as you want, the moon goddess when decides to make you mad will  have you barking at the hills, which we are all not far from. This girl to me seemed an embodiment of the republic, gimpy broken en battened, and yet alive and bright and undaunted as I have seen her shopping here before. I already act too much like Perry Mason, as I am a gloomy, Jesuitical fatso. So, truing to be more like Paul Drake, the hunch backed goofball wolf slickest PI, I said to her, exciuuuuuze me Gorgeous, and I walked by and she looked up and smiled at me broadly, as I made sure , knowing my Romans liens inside and out, don’t you love Farce,…? and knowing that the rule to all Roman farce is that it must be plated straight.As straight as  an Adam west, broad shoulders and a great voice might be a  better Batman  that you deserve, punk, lest it fall to bits, in a nuclear Cloud of seemliness. I said this will full out stage bravado, no wink, no meanness, no childish smarmy Bill Marish jewyiness, not a Roman boy, but Roman valor and satire is sometimes the same thing. We all can’t be so blessed where we can eventually fire the women who got rid of  Adam Corolla after three weeks,  to give us a swells show where we can make fun of Palazzo bemire and meaner than anybody. And she, the girl in pink smiled, broadly and brightly as she knew I wasn’t  like some hack queen queer, who was lunchy and rumpled and fallowing these two woman around this store making comments,  I HAD  SEEN SMUGLY LAUGHING AT HER BLATANT  attempt to be normal, why would I, an epileptic,  laugh at anyone  trying to cross the road to get to the other side.


Within a matter of days I sent out a PDF of Caesar and was met with some dislike for it. The Willie Shakespeare shit in the Roman ideal ironically of the public domain, was there, and so if that was all they wanted I thought, as would happen later on the park CNN had a variation motion of buyers remorse, they had a plagiarized script a so much in what is laughingly refractory as  English Literature is. A PLAY MORE TO THEIR MIIDDLBROWEDNESS, was available, Mine was just cobbled together by me as I had known, translated Latin not Greek as by that hack, so didn’t need  mine. I was given notes, ha, as if Id do this again  for anyone evasively one who  said you’d be paid on the  back end, if that. Again, what bated them palpably  as would have bothered them about the original or at lasts the English fairy queen  version, was that I seemed as an Antony would I said, to have more respect for both Trump and Caesar and specially the street mob, a mob that the sissy’s and Jews television city prodded and collected early when they saw the numbers that Trump got,  which should have been a first warning there, as you  and your assisted  blond fish eyed cunts with hopes of three lettered network that girl ism, no I’m not Kidding she said on some fawning article that’s he yearend to be a three latter network as opposed to you know FOX, you know where she could have more money and respect as she quoted MASH during the elastrator showing uis the new cop killings done live. And I sent them a  mod Caesar that I had a feeling they weren’t excepting , as Brutus is to Roman Me a symbol of venial so perfect and hateful that on the retelling of this story as it would be done for Jew baby Jesus, down to the wife having the dream, shameless as  ususal are our  Jewish messiahs as all the world is a jazz jam session to them, and I told then not another word would I write or rewrote as Maccers mackane as Cassius I rightly think was quite inspired, and I after all have no interest in pirates, as played Plautus through this blood feast they seemed to want. It was then admitted to me by some who wanted this made in Touch of evil black and white was really a lovely idea, and I told her I had an inkling of what this really was, as a show had been out just  then called Vinyl ad said that dear Mister Scorsese, my first and original Brutus was there to make sure that all things Roman and Italian could be dammed and used as a whip, Machiavelli’s whip against anyone they did not like as saw this coming when jewey Jonnie, she thought Jewvanal  was inspired, the other girl there, as said was a shame that as someone as witty as I was still issuing classifies at the bbc writers room, and that on deed one thing about this  that bothered them was this big dumb wop, they had it seems looked up a video of mine for Super season, beiengs openly against Old Groundskeeper Willie, as that was  a  derailment to me, as somehow one as is said, brings up the cultural  apparition that bloated people about football helmets  and injun headdresses in remembered Disco Stew you tube clips, but don’t recall it about the navy  jeans they were so willingly marked up, or when a movement of  green laurel can be used  to demean Trump for getting in the Borgias way as  in a way to mix it all he might be both that Cattiline and that thousand dead husbands that disarrays the men from Texaco and the star chamber theater that may be on its last wooden legs.

A few months later , it came to pass that Shakespeare  in the park rebuffed and refuted and refused and receded that  more Oviddian midsummer’s night dream that Willie stole too to show he was ambidexretous and could steal with both hands. And a gal calling me and my post about this asked if I would be interested in if she paid my way by trail ways or some such thing , to review this lasted Julius Caesar, their favorite play to trash outside of a similarly best timed themed italic Romeo and Juliette, and she called me from #Dembones and other recent classics, and asked if Id review the play for her scurrilous rag, which has seen my cartoons on paper just this side of My first weekly Reader and perhaps as old is the stock, but as I said, any acceptance is a triumph. She recalled me and asked if Id do this, two days on NYC, at a motel 6 the in the garden spot of the world, Ed Norton’s Bensinhoist, and the theater and perhaps dinner with her and some of her , uh, girlfriends,  which me and lesbians bever work out as someone always falls in ,love with thsi beast here and then all hell heralds loose as my meter is always running and will fuck anyone anywhere at anytime as feel it is my duty. I thought about it, and asked my brother if hed come along as was told I could brings someone and he had no inclination to ride for what he did say has  to be twelve hour son a land barge to new York to see this latest , as he rightly pious it, Dago mistral show that they allow themselves to throw, as to be fair, he was being drilled in Cattline and roman verses a decade before I and in Latin that the Jews would eventually free the church if not the bar association there of. As Sometimes Latin , a priest, told me is the best language one can know.

But within hours, this offer was rescinded to me, lately as usual with the middlebrows if its not  passion if not Gore Vidal parlance is catching. Maybe its Syphilis, as so upsetting is the very Wind  to the b side d list veracious Jews and unmarried white hags, who keep score and girders over being the next Wallace Shawn. She hates the middlebrow middle sex middle spread, middle minded middle stream medusa media as all  catholic  school girl would, she want to Northwestern,  I take it but don’t hold it against her and she liked that I had a sweet schoolboy fondness for Ovid  and his lovers too, including Bill as my Book Four was something she quite admired, she as the one who told me, TONY, only you can make Bill Clinton a sympathetic figure, as he has never seemingly bothered to pay Maureen whom she hates for anything so romantic.  as somehow there was a moment when they lacteally believed that we would get a Praetor destroyed by a rag that had the  journalistic ethics to give us Razing Kane.

She wouldn’t send me, she aid, not a fan of any of this, and saw the unfit woman screeching about Mothers day or fathers day and thought my storey about catching Dick York with my mother and finds it touching as she like me as a catholic with some smarts can always pin point  the bag men  and the check kiters,  anywhere near this lasted witches stew cauldron. She also read much Ovid as a girl, a schoolwork which you used to have which my mother was a a little girl before  the world was made safe for  American Hegemony, as no one still leiks to recall when the white house was wide open to Benito Mussolini as the next wave  that third  wave the butt hold suffers are always in looking for, as we don’t recall when the Jew York Times made a point of policing him on the covers of its then overplayed shilling fish wrap as he was always shown in Marcus Aurelius equestrian glory and do look that up next tome Bozo or the bossy from Columbia u acting that they were somehow pacifists when in truth were just clomping in the mud that come from howling rains, a libel I have sued more than once, but it ahs an effect, doesn’t it…?


At night as recount thesis tautly of the love of Roman spikes of green lauarel like Mr. Vidal and even Fabuickly, I recall reading that that best of amenity did in the mist of this did bend over and whisper to his Mimesis, you know, Goooorrrrrrre, I adotrrrrred Julllian, said in Sotto  voice,  lest the pin heads and the closeted and the Jew haters anda the red necks that admend up that party and now are seen bu some ninny faggot as a golden age by that sissy faggot Will, and above the hardscrabble vulgarism of now, that there was a love of Rome amid the middlebrows and easy the English faggots before again the black arts of Cupola and others made the Divine  empire of Dante’s,  and last flicker of Ovid’s beloved  civilization, as opposed to snide and silly Civility, was recited to merest minstrel show. Hey Hillary dear, next time you are losing the Romans street and Rachel madow openly too, tell your friends in Hollywood not to make a Ben  Hur  rip off,  where the voice if god shows up as Judah whoever, as thanks to my bets efforts, as said about that missing gerbil speaking  in means street brouch I am so read by enough people  who now dispraised FF cupola over the chapter  called the Jews and too, mate as I thought, there was a grumbling in the roman state of now, as somehow maybe we all recalled that as the wall street journal of all people said in their review un midsummer last, that Rome wasn’t really a bigoted placed,  Italy never  really ash been,  they are by divine action mixed race melottos, and so, don’t back any sanctimonious niggers into Ben Hur as we all recall what and who happened to the children of Ham.



Each night doing this, recollection, profiles and promenades I believe John Horne Burns called it in the Gallery, I watch Carson as a perfect time capsule from that last high noon , a Virgilian sonnet of the great days, before the barbarians ,who always seem to lose or even want the nobility of the savage accrued to them, as saw Bob  Blake  on more than once this month,  this show effect agile was for Carson, Unlike latter Letterheads and Jewvanals, the man was sure enough in his perfect hosted ness to never have to step on a line, never had  to get the  last word in, never had to as some do and even  on  Monday nigh football have had to do ever can you top this unless playfully asked as sometime he would merely keep quiet and just  laugh, which to many was a variation of praise from Caesar, to connect it all for that ten bucks I am doing  this all for again. In the heat in which I couldn’t take a weekend of Gomer Pyle, as it was too oppressive to deal with that, you couldn’t take that queer, and such, still I watched Carson each night as perfected time capsule of that lazy American golden age, our last satirist, our last inklings of Paar, as there’s  Jonnie wide tie as the mantle of the Virgil of comedians, theirs Jonathan Winters, genius, Im the voice if Spring, there is Charles Nelson Reilly, as witty as I ever saw, there is Benny near death, Suzanne Phelshhete before brunettes were ignored until Gal, then  sadly there is Bobby Blake, Berretta, almost as  if an auger telling us how soon in the age of Harvey Levin amusingly as a acrimonies gossip hound, and boozer driver no elks, destroying people was their American creed, but then again, what else have Hannibal’s ever done, …? As do next tome its Columbus day or some niggeralia, dear Obama The God, please look up Cumae, as it might be as close to Honor as you coons have ever come, and Flamminus and roman séance was great and said it all, what ever you Jewish in laws like it or not, as dirges and litanies and homilies have never been the most italic of arts, as opposed to satire. And there was off put and aging little rascal Robert, child star who made it or didn’t, as again it all deepens as Bills Virgil Marcus said, where you end the story, as all is after tragedy when one thinks about it.


On Johnny, there frm 1975, I think was the even then put upon Blake, steaming of his boyhood love for Spanky and Alfie Schweitzer a few dates after wall flowery Sadie Hawkinsish Mary Gross played the Alphalfa parts so well, as Blake recounts what these children were made to go through by the act Warner bros whose liberalism, was always more like now I thought and taken as a given than anything at all real. On the show too, was urbane and witty and I forgot how so  hear to Rudolph valentino  as he admitted, ascot wearing man about town, raconteur, cigarette working, slightly gyrating  slightly shady man Fernando Lamas. I forgot how erudite and supplicated he was , as to be honeys the Latin Lover goes back to Ovid as  much as anything, like Ebenezer scrooge and king  kong and most of Shakespeare than anything. He was slick and sharp and funny and  urbane and spoke of his life in Hollywood. And too with some  sadness he said hw in 1960, all changed and those loveable Jews to whom now had been bequeathed Hollywood, and things would get worse in ten years when a godfather that Kazan and Robert Altman and Sam Pencehinpah all passed on showed a level of virulence that had just started. He spoke of how he was alerted that the day of Romero and he and the leading man that went all the way back to Rudolph was over in liberal Hollywood. That he as a leading man was over, how a few years before he was alerted the more liberal Hollywood got tahst soundly s Italians didn’t have to read for Superman much less Caesar before, those parts went to English fags, too his career had been raided to, he said with funny  but sad funny lilt, he had been reduced so who in land that was too Good for Nixon, as the man said when seeing Gallainus and his cheeping wife on a balcony, a land once too good for Pompeii  would get theirs, that his career was now no longer playing a swave gentleman or even a kind of Harry Lime, to being a banana republic strong man in Mission Impossible, at he land that would he stilled by the then head of the CIA Bush the eldest, all of which ahs been forgiven by the estate and the good liberals, at least through the shooting, but through an other special lection that hag is trying to explain away not much. Don’t bring up the vaunted beloved Romans ears if you hags aren’t willing to do the heavy lifting involved.

And I thought. Watching this old Carson, how sad as that is, as sat there in a airy loft, Bright even at night, as cause there are no curtains to cit down on the lights croon the outside of this better neighborhood. I thought of how this erudite man was reduced to collateral stereotype so boringly and heinously by that other Jewish hack, that friend of Meathead who made  his witty lien about better to look good than to feel good seen here with a world weary sardonic attitude that was turned by that old Jew television city faggot into some kind of ascot wearing imbecile, some kind of airhareded idiot whose even his death didn’t stop this narrowcaster be soled man from using him as a way to get a few stinking horrid laughs. Ah but the gods of Drama, its name is that of a  she god, as drama itself is both comedy and tragedy, the two  included masks of Romans adhere, lets  remember  using yang is a Asian idea, aren’t they all deep down, and sadly as saw in this man much as much like my father, not at that herein the spiritual vaudeville of new Sicilia we all human as much as these in-laws all I know that suddenly at any moment, you too can be catered to by people who snider that colossus  white in that harbor where as many Italians in, were sent back, including some who escaped Fascisms, but wont get  into that now, as at any movement you too can be cried for even though in 2011 the hand whoppers were afraid that too many Arabs would queer heir deal with another of  their elections coming when frankly, would it matters…? As after  all the Democrats have acutely made more opportunities  to lose than they already had.

As Watched both him and Bobby Blake as Mary Gross called him sadly and sweetly as future perfect as seen in Virgil abounds here and the roads we and I would pike and not,  and how his alerted Beretta showed Blake again, like Rhoda and others should’ve never left a gravy train  lest the milk train not stop there anymore, as haven’t seen the earlier funnier one of Bob exhaling the duplicity and the stupidity of the collected ethics of Hollywood, and how he had a meeting I think in  a bathroom it is worth looking up on you tube. Since there as a sadness involved in seeing him making Carson laugh from his not as protected perch from the venality of Tartikoff as not, as Blake explained sad he was that this hack now in to clean the mess of Silverman, and how his Joe Dancer and priest movies were fucked over by the peacock, and the first thing he came up with as mtv cops, and how again a perpetual litany about Masada was something again an Italian was hurled into the beech un noctied as no one has holidays about when those hammer and sickles and no God, came to free the men from Tarquin as opposed to Pharaoh that it seems even the good Joes at south park have started to bristle under its Norman Lear appropriate and approached scantimony. All sad reseen ghostly Robert needed to make the scene perfect was reflected window rain as seen on his charcoal colored face. As again don’t fuck with Romans Antony when it comes to anything as Roman and the theater of politics and the comedy therein. 



ACT  THREE.


By the end of the week  the tragedy of Julius Caesar had taken its Roman toll on those who thought to suit as a  cudgel too bat Trump   and his supporters, with the audacity to actually too think they were-part of a Republic that the Borgias and Medici  and their  middle browed  loiters thought of as mere circus goers. But the Romans   were right again, and  you cant think yourself too much an elite if you come to the rabble every  so often to kick a collection plate at the men, to  reap and be paid to dismiss and demean them, and Coonan cant even pretend he’s jack paar anymore. Not everyone wants to be a victim its what this curia should always know and that indeed if there are people out  there who don’t belong in jail as a good hoise nigger said of the Jews of walls street, well there are many furtherer out there, that out there Coriolanus spoke so, who think themselves do decent and bale and won be Monica’s for a couple of pimps from hot springs or even patrons who came this way up from the bare graves they looted. Great Caesars ghost is out ether that fer sure, and he isn’t seeing  the enemies that you do as he did, looks askance at the  step men and says agilely the Germans or in this case the Arabs  are thataway. As one too many clowns came to the defense of some thing too egregious for  Roman hearts, and they made sure that Hillary outside of lead balloons hurled upon nd out by swirling queers on television looking not only impeachments that’s  no good as some one else  would just have to be destroyed, in this case Pense, They .lose Will after the bunker scene, as  she sent out fat nigger broads  to say hed have to Go too, and then , fuck  the constitution , so would the speaker  of the house, in fact its all no good, Hillary got can put you’re a bombs away, as you are next on the dais anymore and would be over looked and wouldn’t get a  second bite at the apple again, as you and jebby spent too much this time, and  got nothing, so go home dear, its isn’t going to happen, as the rabbi said of Elaine showing the level weve descended, but then what is…?

The word Curia was sued by me, then, ironically though and at some terms sarcastically so as I think I was doing something clever  who knew, as in fact, it wasn’t the curia that was sued by the borages but decried them , in fact ask the ghost of JP2 when next time the girls play with  the Ouija board, as the curia, the Romans priests of the avocations state, were wholly against the noble houses of Verona, used that well was told too, and the demanded, even and epauletted buffoons of war, we had them all, when they jadishly called themselves  pontiffs host that one their families were decayed, the bishops of Aspire made sure no immediate immaculate ordinations could ever so happen again. But the assembly of queens is now in damage control as it  seems that the  republican health care is  in danger , that that snaky tap  dancing decorum less  nigger fixture of TMZ is going away, or at least again he ahs to behaved by the republicans as he wasn’t during another spasm of free trade, which I could guess took a big bite from his settling his bill at wall street for 500 large a speech from this coon who wasn’t admired until all hope lied eternal, an actual line of Crazy Joe Bidings, again please leave the Italians and the Romans alone,  and he didn’t even have to portend he was a democrat anymore. As he did his bidding and did it well, he always took the s die of democrats even  Jewish aldermen television city alter boys  noted that as now live in fear of a rebuke which can never I guess like being in the army ever comes to their race. Again the credo you   will have to live with, whether you like to or not and now suddenly after twenty years of  mass incarcerations and armor less fronts, well how about that it look like the play makers and the step men themselves are starting to fall aside as the ditch that imperial chariot was driven into  and the viciousness and the wreck of the Hesperus, a joke for Rachel, that is the ruling families seem to be Now taking new names, Palazzo and CNN clerks being next in this list of powerless jackasses on which no empire cant run, if it was okay for the Sicilians… 

                                                       

Therese roles well play, and roles we wont, I’ve known that since a boy crowded by fagot old men who they only thing they sodomized me with Andie poo dear was a copy of Parallel lives. How about that, as get an epilogue to this didn’t have before piecing it back together, an update. It was taken up by the Supremes, and well, it was   9-0 when the true black clad  praetorians were heard from. I guess like last time they thinking they are above the dreary and the fraud, or anyway Caveat Pretoria, as I suppose the Bush consigliores didn’t throw enough twenties around to the less this Scalia whore house, to be  on the pad…sad. This is what happens when you put in a bunch of hags and spic cows and always dago prosecutors, who watched Perry and Della and rooted for Hamilton Berger. Whattha…? As  I recall a first thing taught to me, as a Jesuit pre law boy, was friar Francis, was that he warned me, as they all did as my father did of the two bit paragons now and the stable boy lace curtain Bush and  all their help and scullery maids, that one of their water carriers I was taught, once said that the constitution, again Jesuit pre law I had to memorize each word when Glenn  Beck was reading Archie comics and Barry some Jew  who was a radical and when he took over the world would make sure he could get into the jockey club too. I was told that a clerk said,  well it was no suicide pact. If it wasn’t,  the old woody Allen glasses wearing fat man Latin teacher told me , if stint, well then, some body misread the original. That’s  final and that this time it  angst worth a damn. An older woman comes to the door, well kept together still maternally pretty, in mom jeans I believe they are called  but still a s sensual a  clothing item as you’d figure the italics to perfect. As I really do think that the puerperal motion machine ahs been winding down all along, that for all the careerism, you must have not read that play, not as I did, not in the way I did, I with watercolor Romans of pen and ink and two colored inks  and doc martins  and goshce and connected by tin hooks by Jesuits who admired  me too much. She comes to the door from a minivan parked here often, as have seen her ageing but lovely figure weeding her tulips garden, and seen her as her Chihuahua that  scares away the gray rabbits that seem more plentiful here than the packed where there were shoots often heard. I didn’t post but shall now as you niggers mean nothing to me, that when was flirting it up with that pretty girl that half Italian half black girl, as isn’t that stretching a point, the priests told me why Sicilians were the new minstrel  show, girls, that that smarmy nigger actually shot into my  old house over it,  hey like Im a  Dante and Beatrice guy like Bill, Ovid is my man, I don’t need it  as Verona’s, or sharks  and jets  as I don’t really really like it here in America.

Hello… the pretty middle aged woman said to ,me, probably younger than I am, but as  a man it didn’t count it’s a mans world Rachel, as within hours of Detective Fish, Im sorry  Rep. Shift, Shifty asked  if Barry knew that Russia was humoring Hillary’s lection, well why didn’t Golden Boy say something about it and ---ahahahahahahahahahahah…again, dears Roman Tony is beyond you as again, wallow in  your Sicilian fish dinners and opens weeds, as nothing is bidness and everything is personale. Oh within in hours CNN good natured  Joes  were willing to be seen saying theirs nothing here, why its all just for ratings, Anything for Billy,  but…starting with Hillary as the newest  boring jet to go into the drink and  sued that before too. This will be looked upon I knew as much as saw later  in the day he is waterskiing or something in a perpetual vacation, not that his presidency was actually the book of Job smiling like the goon he is, and now someone in Brutus army must  to take the Roman bath, as all hands on deck eventually becomes every man forhimnlsf why the bisheus are alas doomed. As I recall hearing that smiling consigliore bribe fixer James Baker on Charley Rose  no less sating of the Italians that they were either Fascists or communists or Nothing and this just made that evil variegation of Fred  MacMurry just laugh as much as watching a funeral would, to my man Charley just sated there, with Dick van Dyke  aplomb and a usual unsteadiness. She asked me, this lovely and older and sexy to me, if my name was Anthony…? I was shocked, and said yes. A book had come to our house, she pertly said, A delivery from Bares and noble, where we do  our shopping for books, and by accident we opened it up thinking it for us, we didn’t even look at the label, as the address was wrong, or the delivery was wrong. She went into her purse and produced a large telephone directory of a book called Megabook. I think, she said, That this is yours. We get it and I wondered who in my house would buy this comics book all this vampire and such stuff and of books from there looking through it saw a listing for something called rat man, by Anthony Acri, and we’ve sensed that that  was you, as we see you taking large cartoons with your brother to the car to have then sent or such, …I smiled, as I saw both her and her daughters, tall athletic and attractive, they play at hoops all dusk every night I have been here, as their mother ahs bought an official nba hoop, take that niggers downtown, learn the American dream, as they are either in or about to go to Stanford or Yukon or some such  ball factory and it is nicer there than it ever w as near the rats. How did you figure out that was mine, Madam, I said, having been serving my elderly Ma lunch of toasted wheat bread  and springs of lettuce and not much else, and she smiled, well, she said, as we looked through it  we  saw the name Acri, and we figured it was yours. Mega book was one of those things that came along when I needed it as my admitter in of Norman Lear and Roman poems in the fall of America  was  getting me into trouble with those soulless  willing to make sting  in laws were shitting the golden door. As I know what this country and Rome is and what they weren’t, and the matronly woman was impressed in that it wasn’t, I  think books like this give my satires real  cred, and love being in them,  the most professional looking piece, but its shined there,  amid a lot of stuff that she wasn’t in the mood to see, and was  quite critical which caused her to read the whole  eight pager as I should have told the people who asked but my Caesar in Modern Dress of Trump on a toga, it was  in neither w ay a pejorative which Franklin cant underrate but you’d  better read  up on Roman history see, because Octavian  is in the midst, and don’t forget one  of stheo attorneys I know which is demeaned as apocrypha or ephemeral by white chicks, remember Octavian Augustus Caesar, the one who lived, had a record and a manifest of every boat and ever legion sued by the usurpers he called them, and wrote this down too in my way offer perfect not often sued in English that  he had lists of catalogs of ships and corporal’s sued by Brutus, remembered him, he lives in Dante being rim jobbed  by Satan, and if it took yuil he was an old man, as in Puzo, showing the golden apples, he hunted each name and each man down and sometimes killed them himself. I feel badly that am in a Julian lover less place here, unlike what it was when a boy as an old cunt stragea Pillozzi can, at the end of the week, insinuate and demean Rome and Caesar and all as she hangs on for dear life, oh old lady you didn’t think you could coast fore err for having cock blocked old lady Hillary do you, Baby Jane…? If so you are maybe the caliber of Italian Think you are, and that was meant to not be. It is sad to see of all people Caesar being sued as a whip against the only man not in the throws of and not devoted to constant imperial war, the only idiot  Trump was even remotely ante war, which is what set him afire and which is why once ruined, I hope you don’t think the lasts ruling Borgias can then pretend to be Alexander again, even in Rome, no Sparta as Livy said, the woman start to chaff at the men always gone or coming back as gimps while the clever and the weak and the step men and the in laws, perpetually at the last then putting on Hercules for the laughing fools, casting the dancing girls,  in parades that Cattline had pegged eons ago. Alas Rome was  no place for a man who’d  follow Brutus, Octavian later Augustus thought, and like his bloated  fat hick fried tired criterion in Bill Clinton believe me when he will, and he will, says enough, as remember as Octavian he will get the last word whether you use my play or not, he means  it. 

















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