24 October 2017

WELL GO AT NIGHT!




They gave, of all people,  David Letterman, the Mark Twain award,which its me fine by me,  as Old Sam, he shared a nickname with Beealzeebub, was never a hero of mine, as thank gods what he wrote about Italay, like all you in laws do is “only joking" no one else is ever allowed  to do. So, in FACT IT WAS REVEALING to say to unmarried women as they say at  CNN, and others what  he’d  written about Italay, a precursor  to an antiitalianism,  and how it was gloried in by this very station PBS, where only the Spanish  can comment on their own tales lest you ever forget-it, that wasn’t really about until sisiclias trued to become Hitch, that got me thrown off face book at  last that first time as some devotee of Martin So-Erse didn’t like knowing he was in a long-line of diminution that has deep roots,Minerva for bid in the land my father called Columbus biggest mistake,  had slight up-spurts of dignity like Marty, BUT NOT BY MUCH.

Letterman of all people, Good Gawd, has been the bizzaro Carson, within moments of hearing on Fox no less, Johnny wouldn't do a commercial for a Hullary and be so complicit, thats what bathtubs are for, well that ad left, you are who you follow Hillie dear... that has given us the theater of the ninnies we have now, man-girls, all pasty-faced boyshciks with iron poor blood and soft hands, all studied ethics under him,which is  why I, IF A PLUTOCRAT PRAETOR, I'D be using  a crowbar to fund out what lurks in old Stevens haunts and vaults. Letterman was a Clinton pair in one body, an All of me sorts, as he was a sexual deviant  who preyed on the weakest woman he could find, no gorgeous, sarcastic and thus equal in anyway,-ah-aha! -Cunts for our least  Juvenalas, god knows, like Seinfeld they trill the middle schools, --like  is aid I can do Juvenal, though am more  a Virgil boy, all day long, as even lover of Rome Dante,--oh that explains  it-- didn’t like farce, god forbid, as you are ne’er sure in Rome new or  old when the Seth-childern stop laughing with you. He also when lost the tonight show as men like Dick Martin and others had done but went on with their lives,as John Kennedy Burns would say, he sated hurt forever, but the buttons-holing of CBS was a nice parting gift from the station of Johnny Olsen, so come on down! He dint  get the tonight show and thus took America through a year of sore loser-man antics, and then when was offered the tonight show, at least to gets shut him up, throws it back in Russel Daylrimples face, well who ever said I wanted that...? and begged  off as had done enough just trashing a funnier man as a vulgarian and unworthy of the seat that Johnny never  intended on giving him the seat, hummmmn,.... He, like Jewvenal, bugged out before Hillary could do her one woman show of Tru, and again really do not dislike Jon Stewart, though do not admire him as much as a mother who loves him, and yet hates Colbert as a con man,and used her Machiavellian like Italian senses to discern,  unlike you all,no matter who is president, he’s oppositional to them, whether as a jest or just as now, a wise career move. So we got lectured to again, by this aging ALFRED E, REALLY ITS SADDER THAN BEING AN OLD QUEEN, So says the creepy Anti-Carson who if he wasn’t  looking at secretaries through  high powered binoculars through windows, was putting the arm on all the office girls to try to get them to sleep with him. Sad that this is what Bill Clinton would have been if not for the humanizing aspects of  the Ovid.

We have a real aspect showing anti Trump which to me recalls the Simpsons episode about shooting people into the sun, and some of those same names are now trying to somehow clean themselves of pre Donald filth, as Trump becomes our blackest Catiline. As i said to some clerk, when they standing up for  our  JKK Wraling dismissing my Ariosto theme witches tale for Halloween, at least i never said anyone in my story 'stretched their legs', which wasn’t gotten, which told me much about the caliber of the Bush apporatchiks now. But, It did bother  me to see those 2 ex praetors, past is pro-log, boys, x praetors, in all ways, the patrician, you wish, and the lawn jockey, they found so that there wrent riots after tarp, and i'd like to know when health care went from inalienable right to being that magic word of  mercantile  in our imperial used car lot, affordable, ah  like Oscar I feel like i'm trapped in an Allstate commercial, there was Barry the faery, decorum again is for suckers, as they laughed at Bill, as  he was trying to again, be the Roman pig, the end of the night who gets the best lines...It made me shudder, i was reared in decorum by Jesuits, yeeeeowooow! and am not kidding to see our  Roman hero laughed at  by those two chimps. As if, you were fine with a country that bombs hospitals why now, I am Antony, are you bitching...? And it was sad to Roman me to see Poor  Bill laughed at by the two creeps, the Imperial doofus clown and his yard nigger ,the fall of Rome in Tacitus in two armani  suits, ogling, piffling away, like women, away as well, the tragedy of Julius Caesar goes on longer than any even tragedy should, lest it go back to being a circus. But I cant hate Bill C, not like his fish wife who i truly hope gets all she has coming, look what can of worms just turned, and a canceled check from the Kremlin for 500,000 balloons, oh Bill, get out alive before she had you impaled, from various mania, which she hopes like the electorate doesn’t have as much black hair as she and clowns  fears. As I recall, if may say here, that when Bill gave his list of favorite Books, who was it on Charley Rose, not Rachel, she isnt that awful, was it Maureen Dowd, someone like that, who said of his list making news because a Roman was atop it.

I think it was her who said about BC'S list of favorite books that ‘it smelled of garlic’,again allowed despite and maybe due to scales of ads during on unpaid for Saturday gladiatorial contests, the Romans paid them at least, showcasing their new darkie America, all eating pizza eagerly, as they had to do once, as only Italian and Chinese restaurants were not, the jokes on you, restricted. America has never been so shameless. As there is a fine line between Machiavellian and merely incompetent, as Killary shows is, as now even Jewish ratty satirists show up at whooping cough  audiences ago forgone to speak of all things, IQ tests for  a Praetor, somehow these didn't  matter at the gallows when Miles was running with his ego and his dick both inflamed out for all to see, and tests that were discredited when I was a kid, as a way the Lutherans made sure that children who only spoke Italian or Russian or Polish,  or any backwards R lingo of the Languages now seen as beneath the good hacks of  3 dollar poets, but that didn’t last as the echoes of what the nuns told me the iq test was dropped as quickly as a lying fake soldier  Jewish senator done away with and  dropped, lest you lost the blue states are revolting even more so. As wanted to stay off line pretty much had to get work done, but I saw a moment going through the channels, no not the midnight clowns of Mars who think anti Trump is better than Goldie in a bikini, i saw a ruin which was the Mac Neal Lehar  news hour,and a rennet therein, a  Roman  Latin schoolboy emeritus,  named Mark Shields, who I recall from the Capital Gang, trying vainly and almost heroically to say how and  what an honorable man it was to see imperial jackass GWB the Younger, as he trashes anyone who didn’t vote for the Property party the Coriolanus-us of this latest dying Rome, patricians, or is it crime families, as whats  the difference, just the size, and I do hope that Trump does give them hell with the to be seen  Kennedy papers, as that might be what this is all about.As I saw Mark Shields no less, come out to be on board this sinking ship and a distress as Gore said that turns into panic it seemed, as Mark always seemed a honest Broker, who said that night with even Gigot, called a white bigot by a radio yenta here on the  air who, as he might have laughed at her in Jr High school, all it takes, the night of Ruby Ridge, that fulcrum upon which we still spin out of control, that such doenst happen in America, that citizens  don’t die for a disdain or pushing back  to the overwhelming  gummit, at least not in Pogo land, as if they did all the abortionists  lovers should be killed then too,as the nuns said when i was a boy, as thats all they are suing is that the fear of  the Gumint, that they resent so much, which if fine for them, always, and are somehow allowed their principal. You are obstinate, I am a resistance, fuck off. I felt sad seeing the Irish priest of sorts try vainly to keep up this duping front, as someday niggers in rhinestones Dan Blocker hats and George Pill will in fact be at each others throats again, but well know its all that ere anyway, and i thought, wow, we really are in for it from the button-men, and the patricians aren’t we..?

So already put various Angels of Naples in Christmas editions of art magazines that took well to them, like the Bunny cartoons, sweet within Anderson Coppers Hot Tub party...while they depart Halloween dutifully as Hillary made everyday Halloween for a year, as David Letterman kept living out his Sullivan creed to us once. I have the opportunity to make or at least design a  perseppio, angels and figurines of  a manger, a recollection of Francis of the Roman Grotto of Livy early histories, to sand household gods of the Italians, which explains why it was- is so hated in our Laturnless woods. I MUST admit a Roman schoolboys disdain again, to see those Twi- idiots sneer and laugh openly at  old Roman Bill as he tries to, always a bad move and an exemplar  credo of a nation of bagman,  do the wrought thing, as Junior hadn't laughed his maniacal chakel and jumbled muttonish face with this much glee since in anticipating a born again woman hung to death in his perpetually humming Texmex gallows. I have grown weary of the family of lunkheads  from the Kennebunkport Chain saw massacre and so, I do hope that Marius from the weeds gives it to various house every things from the Cheney haunted house. You see all such confederacy of losers is doomed, as someday he, junior,and the old man and his hateful brother and the rest will have to be on the same side if not same room as Al Hunt, speaking of the capital gang, and lest see what shapes on that day, Google that, when Junior was still a hatchet man, speaking of  Tacitus, and got  Bill Clinton’s draft card Commentaries out, and made him a different man than he would have been, and lost anyways.My mother, when I was a boy, disposed of  Halloween, making it as only a candy holiday, as she said it was strange to notice a  woods ,‘the woods’ is what she called America, so go fuck your darkeis now and their flag waving,we know it s all bullshit, that once submerged a Victoria from the Roman states as  a gift to George Washington, causing a letter be written in Latin to the curia by Tom Jefferson in Burr, lest the Roman state think half the world was now in the hands of barbarism ,it never convinced my father, dare its pagan attributes curse the empire  of the weeds.  Now,  yes, imperial farces eternal all l wish too you, as to know what crumbling podesta you stand on, gals. There is too much sanctimony being hemorrhaged by a nation of Monica, Jew Sopranos and Kordell and will always remind you,those low brows, middle is out of the equation and Jewish in  laws who think they’ve made it to the lace curtains, I will remind you all of every Polish joke and jersey shore the good and decent baud when they thought their  imperium would sail forever. I was thrown off Face book, this time and for good as many I was told were, as recored much this year, as am into page 7, sixteen instillations and acceptances of my work,  Kudos from Arab’s, radicals and even lesbians,for knowing the squibs always await, be cause this time I mentioned Magnus Lepits, a no-no amid the weeping and the drunken, and that priest was right in 1972 when he told me don’t let these white snakes take away your Noble past Anthony, so take your Coke and Pizza and Fatty Arbuckle with  it, showing an America that was always under the surface, that was always right beneath all that more tinsel.

12 October 2017

PROMISES, PROMISES...




In our unraveling, lace curtain Trimlachio is coming for perpetual dinner,and damn the plebes crumbling ,lovely age as again there is Talk that Bill, always a Roman playwright and willing to give notes to Medeas who cant carry the role, I feel for you,fatso--and now, Rose McGowen is actually suspended from-Twitter, which lives up to its being an institution allowing creepy, fag hating, queer Colbert to use the word Twat on national television, to show how low wed sink. The clowns refuse to say something about the fat pig whose corpulent corpse, they are certain, shall haunt them, what with this close to lesbian Christmas, from his Jewish purgatory, as now its just the personal vendetta stuff they fear, as like I Claudius, this always ends like Sergio Leone, with a mass death. I am having a ball with this.

As I could be a bitch and say that I wrote a play seven years or so ago, which was soon torn off a site called Zoetrope, in which a fat bloated Jewish burgermeister goniff Hollywood creep, written with the fat guy from Curb your enthusiasm in mind, who had an Italian Hollywood hanger on as his pimp, hummmm... shades of The Apartment, and then, a Beatrice always, a starlet emerges, as I always do have, and he falls for the belladonna, always, and thus sadness and snideness ensues. Called Glissando, my Any Wednesday, written for pretty Jewish italicy waitress Kat Dannings, as had only seen her in Thor, thankfully whose Viking figure  is never botched by  the red paint hurlers, it hearkened back to a time before we came so decent and stopped noticing bombed red cresants, I am the king of subtlety. I thought it quite sweet and nice and actually though he, Pete Glissando, as a Hollywood pimp avbetter example of  Italians than anything that Harrrrveeeeuevey showed, as the rest of the Jewish Curia quakes in its Gucci boots.

But so, as I think of script blastering it again, as bothered me to know I have paid the anti-Trump rag merchants almost fifty dollars all together to get e-read at sumbittable ,but have had a nice response, and a sixth of my submissions have been accepted,though always for art,never for essays. Though, I read enough Petronius as opposed to some to know when to strike when the poker is ice cold, it is sad that all the late TV clowns of mars, the monsignor, the English fairy boy, fatso  Jimmy whose sanctimony about spitting on the grave  of Hefner is unbecoming a piggish boy man who once had big titted woman called juggies dancing for him, no Goldie Hawns here, and Seth who must staccato and echo bad punchlines with a uhuhhhuhhhihuhhhhuh worthy of a narcoleptic Charles Nelson Reilly, it is sad to me,and like Editing Bill, --i have a line about Virgil,but why use it for that hag power mongering Idiot, like Bill, may I use a Roman line of Plautus as he did to always defame the fat chicks and the lesbians between ties worn as tribute, that it is sad that we, well not me, I was watching my beloved Della again, but that the republic such as it is had to wait five days to hear castigation from that smiling fag ninny who for some reason that bothers me, has to come with a persona and a narrative like Achilles, or is the worst television personalty I have seen since I  was a boy and couldn’t stand Jack Carter for a similar affectation. Can I use a Terrenceian line that we have fallen to a point where the ninnies and clowns, have to be circumspect and quiet before they act like women, Ouch!, cause if bothering you’d find that line in the Romans sonnets somewhere, not that Hillary or the rest of you ever, we know now,take dictation from Roman Bill, which must have made him thank he couldn’t stand being attached to an idiot like that,  just out of general principal. Our Machiavelli with an eye for the Lucias also knew as early as September she was losing, but after all what did she care, as getting even is the best revenge. Now if I knew that story enough to write it, and again be  a combination of Titus Livy and Neil Simon, are you telling me  that....? So again, Rose proves  that again we  are all But Monica to the power mad, as I paraphrase Cato. And that bloat Harvey has the Beatrice taste that i warned all Jews have, no matter how many blonds Judds marry for business, and sadly to me, and maybe to Bill, is the idea that we now have pimple faced geeks who called themselves satirists, like Horace and Juvenal and dare say them are Romans anything, who cant-even take a Trimalchio when they fall and crash right into their laps.





https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DpKAnp5Klzw



06 October 2017

ITS THE GREAT LESBIAN, CHARLIE BROWN!




A usual, almost counted, on October crash, sent my computer back to factory specs, and took out a many word files again and do NOT HAVE  a left over word 2003 disk anymore  to even gale it and get by. I went to delete the comedy  of Julius Caesar sent that, as the British troop, though   admiring  it, didn’t think  now was the time to compare Trump to Caesar era , you know, for reals, and certainly wasn’t time for Al Frankensteen  as Cassius and  Maccers as Brutus, et all, and so they  wished well, but  again, I think the answer i was going to send to them  was something I sent to fat little pig  man tail wagger late late show British queer, who i remind of how crestfallen i recall Bill Clinton and Antony Blair, the greatest historical figure to be on this happy island since Agricola, were that  day that  ten soccer thugs bludgeoned a bunch of Italian tourists to death for daring to cheer against ManU. Bitch the wops invented Man u. Another girl asks me if want to do a Horror comic  for a Halloween collection, cutting it close, even for quick DRAW me. I beg off, as have all the EC, mad, I want. She thinks i am smart and witty and likes my unrepentant voluptuaries, as like the chubby girl from her heroines collections, Danielle Corsetto, Italian chick per excellence. Hadn’t thought of her in awhile, and looked her up. At the same page where I go buy other girls books for being nice enough to accept those girls in an age when  the Vargas pin up, anything sexual in fact,a s even the fags are Sadie Hawkins, the Priests knew well when to die,  the post up girl is verboten and the commercials about wounded soldiers,  who by teh way queen of compassion Bush the younger set into war without armor,  did our popolo demeaning sneering Coriolanus, ah a shark too rots from the teeth,  while he was on he stair-master, ninny, they look like the ones about freed dancing bears from the Bolshoi circus, as we, mark the earth with our ruin, if not bombs, as the site of Bush as some sort of  exemplar of the decent nincompoop makes me ill.







So use and utilize Indy comics, collections, cheap film-works, rags, newsprint newsletters, ziens, as it does remind me of being a Roman schoolboy and not the fake kind who have to have bag man take the fifth like Podesta might have  to, which is why gumba-jews now start to openly walk away from witchiepoo. I grew up with Mad, national lampoon, indy comics, cracked, Bill Ward, funny pages, not everything then as owned by five dying old men, as plutocrat, from the very word, is a variation of archiving orcas death and nothing much more. Also, on the same afternoon, also placed a Halloween comic, again from last year,  of Veronica, literally daughter of Verona,  returning to Dagwoods, where aids begins, and was not shocked that Boccacco like inferring if a black death in the page margins, certainly wasnt ec enough, but was told the reason it was declined after the query accepted,was the costume she wore as A Saturn woman, for Walter white, her patron the great cartoonist at all star,was a ‘copyright infringement”  from legion of super heros, so  recalled it with a costume  that shown our great dying  republic was the sort of  thing worn by wonder-women raped in  comics done by little bitches on the Internet.  So, I never ready for saturnalia, but this year, a year of  perpetual Halloween as gore vidal said of Columbus day, has my Roman love of carnival tuckered out, and grew tired of death as political argument long ago. So think of tossing some hay-pennies at poor liable Danielle to show my Roman grace to our latter Camilla, and keep the Roman Masculinity in order, and  wont explain here.

Some faggot kept bothering me on Googol + as kept harping me about something about paper towels, as like a good apparatchik kept showing pictures of Bush after Katrina, always a  bad career move, which what this I figured a long  while ago was all about, Hillie daaarrrhling, again , like your marriage, it was never about you. Finally told this mother fucker to get lost, as 500 people were just shot, queer,and that explains why Machiavelli said that politics is  Dante’s convivio, a banquet, but serving a rancid food, so leave  me alone. Its hard to toss paper towels ,as even helping out at all is evil, I wonder what you did for these three hurricanes in one season, tough guy, type...?, now thats evil, as the Italians know even when a hated man tries to do something decent hes even more hated by the Curia, as hard to toss things at people when you're an above board patrician or a negro who leaves jersey at the one moment the cameras go off, surveying the damage from your imperialist aircraft...make haste you bush faggots better go back to Puerto Rico, and your Evita,  ah the one hurricane you've traded to make a set piece, that didn't work the other times, the one with the slave labor in it, as the reaction to that massacre was a little too vicious even for the national biscuit company who said not too far into it, to hell with the paid assassins and fat chicks and the vicious sneers at the dead, which as a telling moment in which the men who really run the world stated to wicne at the caliber  of puppets their ghepetto arts has made, in a Twilight zone or some such thing when suddenly the Godfathers know that the button-men have to be, ah swept away. Ah look the killer,  in a Jamie hat from gws, though those lesbians have hone poof!,  as she said herself with a witches Macbetheain anger,they didn’t show up when she needed the old blacccck maggic dda most.As death is the best business, that the corpses in a  most vile of political ways, somehow ‘looked like America’...Also, was told that my Bad versus was being added to a cue,  i think the woman editor called it,  meaning it was prepared to be added somewhere, in a upper level literary magazine but hope i wont be asked to buy six copies to be included,as despite what they do at submittable as i told some death loving barbarian  addled medieval web site , as a boy, yes too read Kalcki then, not to mention Myra Breckenridge, was told by literate Jesuits long gone when i was still just twenty, so fuck your cakes and decent white woman, you didn’t think they were going to let Cam woaaahhh Cam get away with beating golden child Tom did you...? , if anyone ever asks for money to be submitted work, run, but that was when the rag who gave us Rasing Kane had yet to make common cause  between the dewdrops and  the massacres to make sure they never pay an American a days worth. So, forgot to send this very page, posted here and the only sent six others, which were Heartily accepted  by a comic kid, they are all kids compared to me, but am always grateful, who thought the work lovely and spectacular and called me Sir, like the old niggers and wops recall from my fathers pinochle games, when happens it does mean something to  me. Yeah well  thats what i’ve been saying, but since it was accepted without it, didn’t sent it now, like the latter versions of Bad verses, and also didn't  withdraw the unkempt version of Comedy of CAESAR either , as paid my money now takes my churse, also that i never sent in, as have learned to not press my luck.












01 October 2017

HEROINE.









25 September 2017

Every time I need face book for any real reason, or purpose other than bullshit, the censorious hacks there find something to upset by, as seediness as all bribed do think every one is on the pad, when the opposite is true. So, asked by some to befriend them or send work in to beat a deadline by using face book, as now like mailed paper, attachments seem to be verboten by some, found again was censored this time for a post in which called some hag witch with titian hair a red Sonja, as opposed too a more believed in  wonder woman, who she was allowed, of course, to castigate, you keep using the word satire, but I dint think that’s what it is, as again she’s another white chick, superior to us all, a shining exemplar of truth and decency, and if she has made a career out of a  delivery too much to me like the Anne Bates housewife on speed snl commercial, that’s your tough luck.
                                                                                           
So could do only half of what would have liked, but the summer ended on a nice note, as did a few comics scripted by others, -even a GIRL!-, AS she asked me if id like a 'created by'credit for the trippy Strenekoish Promythea tangle I sent her, tribally different from the e-man Charleston riff sent to the other kid. I’m no Kirby, I say with pride, as don’t need to make straw men out of Vinnies and Stans and other ethnics, always his monsters, hummmmn, to make up for the fact that I can understand as he couldn’t, as I did as a boy, the decency of a silent monolith, and don’t have a thousand power liens emitting from it. Not me, sweetheart I told her, I am a CC Beckian sort, a working artist who lest people have their pride too. As not only did I get complies out, and they were liked and admired, and will send a few gals something for a later issues, but there was a lovely moment at least to Roman hearted me, at the end of a summer that had too much Brutus not enough Junius, as Bob Dole would say. The gal gave me as I had posited a couple of pages about a Promethea type superwoman, which  she let me do as, as others have, thinks anyone who can make Bill Clinton and Donald Trump as Roman heroes and not any one who thinks they are, is a real talent. When I said looking up Promethea, it’ll be next on my list of works by this American comic book Tasso, Moore, as on one of these annotated pages saw some one refer to Orlando‘s madness as finally ‘a great medieval epic’, close enough, but didn’t go off on any sanctimonious creed about the  italics not understating the wonderful sainted Moslem's, as they were indeed then raping Sicilian girls, but, always falling in love with them, point of a tragedy named Fioretta, I think that actual made it to Chaucer, as in the Decameron, so, there’s always that. I told this gal, who saw my work in some lesbian compendium, and looked me up, that I didn’t think I was quite up to art like this comic had. She differed, and said I was closer to Alan’s collaborators than she was to Moore, who she adores.


And she liked me on a post saying how I poo pooed something called Super folks, and with it something called Grant Morison so, keep your eyes out for my appearance in heavy metal kids!, as I was a kid then, voraciously hell vocationally, reading satire and comics, meticulously herding everything and a book about Superman and Captain Marvel as even missing me had to mean something, as recall it all. The other kid seeing Capt. Magnvs, sends me his only ubermench sort, who I saw an imagery an e-man like Charleston thing and colored it on with earthy chalk and oil pastel and highlighter as Charleston and gold key seemed more subtle in coloring than as I told him, marvel and dc, where everything was dark red and bright green. But what impressed the gal, a feminist, god help us, but was actually quite nice and witty, who knew…? still, she liked my breakfast in America liberty magazine cover, Colombia, and thinks that was what she was going for, and prodded my me, looked up Camilla ,the roman Amazon of whom Bill Clinton once said he my fellow Jesuits student, that he  preferred  her to Bodica and her savage Deja Thoris of mudeville act in Hollingshed. Poor Hullary, the gal emails me, now knowing that which she saw in my blog as sometimes see a rash of views from 2013,14, 12, etc,  struck was how  lovely it was to be so admired and such by actual makers of something, as again I wasn’t looking for fidelity to anything, as despite the sanctimony of the bribed, every body isn’t on the pad, and that’s the mistake that those that are will always make. To think you have impunity, well, not so much, as you’d find a backlash from grinning rah rah speeches to the pony express, as peoples homes are washing away, not stupid as much as  diabolical, it must be, or being shuttled to Kuralt less Sunday morning, as cant stop breathing about nbc, with suddenly sister Gertrude’s rolling their fat jelly fish eyes and power attaches demanding those in power stay 100 miles away, lest her contagion of losing start to rub-off,  and the audacity of asking Cleopatra if her boat leaks, and then too, you find a thirty percent drop in Circus maximus as then nbc peacock quickly calls to reinstate the black kid, a new Emmett, as if the Cowboys don’t get a good number its their necks…

But, what made me post anything here at all, have enough places who treat me as the Jesuits and now lesbians do, letting me say whatever and not even made it to the steak money of a dying  cbs as did Colbert, whose overloading narrative quality, beyond shtick is anathema to a Plautus admiring me. God, it’s like the unknown comic meets Homer, I joke that homer tells that Ulysses had a wife that was ssssso fat,--enough already! But what made me say anything as may juts leave this page be, is that a woman sent me a Times article, no the real one, your front Negro praetor actually did damage to Magnus Leptis, a Roman ruin unlike anywhere here, is protected by unesco, as almost all in Italay is now, sorry Bush family, but again they at least saw you coming, for whom we will all be blue wearing helmets for someday. I told the lady at the historical fiction website where foisted a play about Apollo and Daphne that though admirable and with merit, am told, the lovers of darkeis shall not touch, that was nice of her, but had heard this before, but after Dante being trashed by attachés it seemed even more sad. As the first family without decorum construes as she dressed up like a black woman in drag, wont touch that, which wasn’t surprising to me, as was made ill by some hack rag actually sending me a money request attached to a dismissal of Dante in this cesspool, as her husband dressed up as Cleopatra for 8 years and would kill you a million timmmmeeessssssshhhhhh….



I see our Petronius is looking fatter and older to fit in to his role as a CBS jiminy cricket…I relay cant stand this hack anymore, as when I was a kid, still the giants of the tonight show were on television, Steve Allen, its creator genius was doing shows on pbs with actors playing Leonardo Da vinci, maybe Colbert could do that and someone like Nicola Machiavelli could be on and say his line about politics being a  banquet of rancid food, and with Steven as the floor show. But that would sort of imply a depth he don’ts have. Cavette was on pbs too, talking to Mortimer Aldler which thankfully to show I pigged as this garbage pails Virgil our ninny had ever heard of, like his Jewish patrone  who spent his youth Considering the bust of soupy sales. Westinghouse had Paar, an erudite witty man who if anything showed the roman satirical ideal of biting the hand that marionette you, I have a feeling we are all but Adam Corralla to this  creep and that he’s busily showing some Jew in corporate   he can be trusted…but msitley what I cant stand about at our anti Carson, is that he cant just be witty or erudite, of thoughtful or even as finny as knows, no he must come with a overarching narrative,  see our unknown comic is such a man in a gray flannel soul such an smarmy sort that he must audit on thick and  be like the tonight show starring Homer. I joke that Homers tells that Odysseys said, take my wife…please…wow this guys stunts are becoming more virulent and hammy, always a mistake, and bibulous as befits a man with a monsignors smile, as am at least admired among the  lesbians for having predicted something called lesbian drag, no one is as clean as he is, or as devoted, hell tell you,  as watch roman Hercules, a film series and am off put by asides and verbal cues and bugs bunny takes gleeing dropped in by this fatso on metv , which never saw before ,but was saved for an Italian movie, on which geniuses really did work, as heed admit, hey, fatso, show some respect, show a film or don’t, ..I feel remorse, this inst the time to fuck with me as saw even Dante is by beneath this cesspool now , nigger pluze,  that was an aviary for Eco, Calvino, Fellini and deSica, as  all wrote comics books once, as I must say again showing my own Petronian Juvenilia
Every time I need to actually use face book for an actual reason am pelted  by a decency that is sold salty by the pound, that a presidency may be lost, but you’ve gained a ton,… as cant stand , the roman actor in me, anyone who smirks at his own lines…



At the end of the summer, as the sprites and the forest  fairies and abhor cold, start to think of like robins leaving before the snow, I saw Madame Lugosi herself, and thus only days after I  heard what  Yetta emeritus, Jabba the Jew  had to say about  Romans and Italians, to them, that Marcus Agrippa is a tragedy worth a thousand Dauchuas, as it suited the principia to lock that silver door, and not even having Christ to blame, shades of Winnie Churchill, on the brethren that  maybe doing it again. And so, true to her Roman creed, [insert Sicilian Roman joke here, and it you dont know it ask Bill, as I would guess Octavian is getting sick of the latest troops blamed by Livia for the act that well, dear, maybe it just wasn’t your night,] that prod seemingly by nothing, our Gummdai Pillozz said she renounced the works of those bush babies in American Isis…what, another one..?, and Palestinian drag, as I could have said, their name sounded  too much like Indefata to get Medveds Jews for Jesu blessing.

And she like Mighele in the godfather, the only Italian work of epic known by that Klan metteing called ge theater, she openly and winsomely reconciled the mass as if a denunciation of Milton’s Satan, and I found this almost touching.  Our old nana had to when push came to shove as white hicks were fearing her through the doorway had to true to her blood oath, be devoted to the roman fasciae, and to the Romans an their three thousand years of imperial carnival fiascos, hotter than any Bush family can give billing by the hour. This was alike Paolo Milano’s testament that a study of Dante, heinously trashed by some middlebrow if were lucky creep at some white chick rest stop of resistance, that had  no effect on the national biscuit company making more war propaganda and this stretching the soup, old lady  Pillzzo had to stick with the Romans and all their fandangos and said a briskly a fuck you I  have said all along to all those coloreds who don’t know that the American nightmare is frankly that anyone is two exists removed from  the jersey shore. A page ad paid for by our saints, not willing to sue that money on drowning victims or people with no homes, pray to Neptune Barry , again my plebeian hears a tin can, purported to be  against hate, but think how actually will Rachel sell this latest war comedy, wait too Roman, tragedy, no wait, cant be that, thats why they hate Virgil, war  as doctrine comics, lets say, how des she push the product when she said even caring about those real seals who were burned to death was in fact a farce, and thus mixing metaphors. Yet the great Jewish doge Sorsos sent end bought radicals to bitch and bother her, totally again misunderstanding the waves and tides and times of imperial politics as his race has since Macrus Agrippa. Her renouncing was absolute as a democrat can be, God knows, especially in the new Skokie we live in, as they are going to jail without a  peep from the radical left or anyone, and Sorsos again in the vein of Marcus is shocked I would bet, as antifa is going away, as it always is in new or  Old Italay,  because it  sounds like Intedfada.  Perhaps that was the post that sent them over the edge at face book, something did, but its try ere than not,  as such is life in a west bank of Skokie where croche Enchinati are verboten, but the hammer and the sickle of Augustus is so not, as its still hanging there behind the senators gymba jews of this dying republic. Within hours of my being hurled off face book, again I am blessed, it appeared that Jewish hacks and t short drop outs were targeting and caught at it, targeting those Jew haters, I guess Bush operatives, not to  find and shame or kick them off, but to sell them things, ah our credo, and there is a joke in there somewhere  worthy of Jessel. I never really got any of  that despite my asides at my mothers   beloved Jewvenal. All I ever got in ads were lawyers asking me to send money to the ACLU, wait… again now that I think of it…Regalia.



 

As here in Pittsburgh, an almost touching image of one time army ranger, the Seals for some reason are Augustus Marines, yes it comes from there, sorry, girls, are   the go to of Jews in Hollywood, green berets are  too…you know…anyway, this big limbering man, before the game while the false Americas team stillers  were all huddled and snared like Jews in a war, stood there alone with a handover his heart,… what a sucker! , but it splintered into my Romanae heart, as he had a name with as name pirating close to Villanova’s, where cause of Tyberius we actually get the word Villain, as he like lex luther staid there in a villa, despised and despising without even a Colbert to  toast with, …again, ask your husband dear. He stood there, amid the drunkards, with the Rapists in the tunnel, is that like the elf on the toilet, the kinky lunched and a black coach who called it all Bullshit, work that side line, nigger, …This man with a Romantic--ish name,  not to sound too much like George  Lopez who told pretty girl sideline reporter distasteful to Jews and bungles that she wasn’t Latin, unless you were reallllllly a stickler, stood at the flag as usual large and bloated and overt and probably paid for by a department of war who sent men into fire without armor, I guess hadn’t read  St.  Paul of Tarsus as bribeist MOTHER Mo said. And he stood there ascend to imbue with dignity and sadness worthy of a Virgilian moment, as I’m sure smirking Steven doesn’t want you to recall  Dick Gregory was on TV with Paar, I staid there already doing more work to show my own bonefides, send out and saw  this scene of sad lonely soldier giving a salute, as last salty hand to some thing, that is only used and useful when GE tells Rachel dear to push the war product. I hope shed not shell their new show about seals and war, after calling the real sons dying a farce, lest magical nigger Barry ever have to acutely, you know, stand for something.






And watching this one stealer in the soldier field morass of pollocks and drunkards and loudmouths and cheerleaders, ah there’s your Roman moment kids, as even you Jewish rats and niggers and white beard lesbos cant ever refuse it.  I saw Villanova, more or less,  stand there devoted to the wars you’ve noshed on like so  much pastrami,  at a deli, and thought much of myself, sorry, as was told by some comic company I was a complete incompetent, as they look for more zombie death medieval shit, as my Asian girl admired reverence of  Romero as  roman satirist whose  stories are reduced to make up horror shit, as  if I  haven’t been  in art magazines and political newsletters owned by lesbians who wouldn’t vote for Hillary like dieing crime family sonny boys. I was called a racist again, for mentioning Horace’s city rats, again, you’d all bet  better off if Sweet ole Bill wasn’t the only one who read Virgil. By the middle of the week, however, when the polls come in from the hinterlands, both the nfl, and dish television were giving people refunds  if they were offended, LIKE AUGUSTUS SAID, BRING ME WHAT THE SOLDIERS  EAT, I’m not Brutus,…too much Brutus this summer, and as a banker wow, that said much, and again, Dante was righter than not , perhaps them read-through provably not, recalling that line in Cornelius Tactitus, that every dying empire gets to a point where they have one  too few Centurions, and there are far too many welfare queens to keep the thing going. See I recall when openly the yo yo yo dawhs and fat chicks niggers on espn were still calling COLIN dear a wop, laughing at him when Polish joke Jaws had called him the best  qb at his age hed ever seen, and recall as posited here when Fink slef appended national scold, fink Sherman kept screaming at him and calling him an Oreo all January day. REMEMBER when that self important nigger creep decided to as he must pour salt in that wound, maybe that fat black chick had laughed her way through it, like all you porch assassins. A show is on PBS I now get now, as the circus must always amended itself to where the people are standing…or not,… more channels seem t0o magically go on as we are never that far from the Roman sonnets, not  if having to do business, a show about Vietnam…where  have you been, there are more recent fiascoes than that, Vietnam…?, shit I only saw this rot because I  couldn’t stand a show deifying the elite  soldiers, is anyone  just still just living in the republican brick, a reliance instead of your damn Resistance, oh look the senate  just confirmed more Trump judges eagerly and Italian one clean as a whistle, is there any everymen left in Severus’ post  Julian’s death  cesspool  anymore, does the general issue have any response any more as the Jews think  they married up…?  Freedom of speech for a broken quarterback, shit watch as Valerie Plame goes POOOF. A SHOW ABOUT  WAR AS ENTRAINMENT, NO MASH, mash…?, that are a sin to my roman heart, Caesar was right, soldier should say it alone, I remember the real ones being burned  to death  and our Rachel dear calling anyone even mentioning it a farce, as she  pushed the drones in the used car lot this empire had become. ...what Mei Lai, …? The gal I did the pages for was very impressed by the aping of Mort Drucker will do for others, but in fact said I had something pegged in ‘1964’, as the coven at which I was suspicious of as have been as an Italian here in moonlight bay since 1974, despite or because was seen as smart, or is  Machiavellian the best I can get…?





The gals are, likable to Puckish me, ah, what fools these bag men be, they did not take well whether she knew it in midsummers fields, as the gals of the weeds and the fairies, the midsummer’s  fields of Ovid’s pixies, though Claudia sends a picture as  some do, and she is absolutely a cutie pie, and am beyond hoping against hope she isn’t lesbian as  am too tired for Beatriceizing any more. The gals  at Good girl , or is it Gogie girl, one of the many lesbo comics consortiums that’s seems to have sided with me,  you were always doomed by the Romans schoolboys, mater, anyway, one moment I was seen as an anethema to them, ah, but you’ve seen my sort of pork before, and I didn’t have the veto, or not use it  as the case may be. The coven of comikers gals is  is not that appeased by mater Clinton as she was meant too, and waited and wanted  to do, trash women with that closet everything Colbert, who my mother, if seeing him, as go towards Perry after sometimes sit and watch and am amused that am being lectured to now by the poor mans Teri Hatcher who was the brunette witch on the stock  theater that even Larry David, who frankly shines on this show as if Juvenial himself, she yells to get him off the air. And a two bit site was upset by the quick chapter on an magic Italian girl did amid the three comics, two plays and five illustrations to show my good faith. Some lower end dump in love with the medieval and thus not the market for any story  about an Ariosto love of gracious ladies and flying animals and monster  mothers in law, had t make a point how they considered it  but then staked me for bothering them and not using the courier new of screenplays and the feigned professionalism of Wallace Shaun, as I guess In Cold Blood was submitted to him according to Hoyule, if not ethically. Though had to answer back was being published as a boy in 1980 in a magazine kept by Jesuits that was not playgirl.  At least didn’t say someone who could fly or at least had a broom that could flit had too ‘stretch his legs’, something wicked this ways strolls. I know that they didn’t get that, but again to somewhat quote Sallust, what you were before Trump, Cicero is all you’ll ever go back to, so enjoy yourself now, girls, as did get some thumbs up for saying that this crowd wasn’t exactly the dramatis personae of Livy when Trump came down that escalator, into the bargine basement this bazaar has wholly become. They put me down in ways have been freed from, And was strangely asked, but be sure to send more in,-- fuck off, I thought of Caveat and Romans stories I have actually published to others provably dismay, and said to myself, you’re all in real trouble girls, as would love to post this on Bill’s page today, just to see if any of it mattered.  As the  rancid little newsletter who preens its white gal solipsism  between the Bulgari ads had the nerve  and the again Bushman kaboom unthinking ness too say in its constant anti Trump crusade, as its funny when we are all ailed to sue that word, that the true patriots were taking a knee last Sunday, juts as Dish and the nfl was desperately truing to pay people not too leave the circus maximus as again, as predicted this, the fake war’s blood got into the water works. As the last post really I made at facebook was  sassing that Bill C. was a lot of thing but doubt that he would commit the actual war crime done by that nigger and his wife that he both hates of  defaming Magnus Leptis, can one imagine what  when through his head that day as he sauntered up the steps  of a plane ,the imperial Ambra and made that house nigger wait like the stpettin fetchit he always was. Come on girls, lets save republican health-care! That bothered someone at facebook , probably someone who broadcasts their crap five to three times a week, and remember that Bill, you can be a  lot of things  but you cant be that. Well, within days, Magnus Leptis strikes back, and the plebes boo a circus merely there to sell beer and war as much as  anything. Be concerned gals of empire, especially who you put your newsprint laurelled on, much less gladiator helmets, cause, I wrote this story.