MAYA LAUGHS AT IMPERIAL DRAG. MATONALIA iii 27 JUNE 2025.

As i was looking over a copy of something called Batman Absolute-- let your freak flag fly, oh Petronius fascist vigilante of the night!, --my brother came in as I was working there cribbing imagery for something as copying finally did play off, a whole page of resume since Saturnalia attests to that, as  I said I haven't been expecting ethics since Pepperoni Bill codswalloped into new Messina, anyway. 

 

He sometimes looks at what I  am reading, and said What is that, he said Bat-Hulk...? He asked me, wait a minute some jackass-[i had to change this from the original  if i wanted it published, making me ask how many sopranos episodes did you watch, dears....]  at Marvel put you down for your "improbable" Michelangelo figures of Capt Magnus, and now that fagg is Lou Ferringo.,,,? As,  like pop he hates dc, marvel too, and it was his EC comics collecting dust that changed my world. NO, I said, recalling Tony-land, that in fact Marvel Joe QUESADA AT A PITTSBURGH POST MURDER COMIC BOOK CON LIKED MY WORK, AND JUST SAID, IN CHORUS, ITS JIST NOT marvel WORK, BUT LOVELY NONETHELESS. It was I, said back, Who that wop at dc who said my work looked like super-powered coloreds before the woke took over the carnival. again proving pop was right. I'm not the one looking for anti pinko exits, am I, i don't even like boxed chicken delight. Then, I saw that despite being in a plastic sheath many unfinished drawings from arts school, I've done well with them too lately, were ruined by some eeking in spread of water , if were lucky, flairs pens natural enemy. So, i replaced what little i had left in my aip portfolio, which all in all inst that different from what they were erasing to do at GE with the democrats that they were stupid enough to steal their way into. so, again illustrated with images that have been accepted along the way. I could, thanks to nuns make a direct line from George Will laughing it up with Rachel Maddow, were they ever on the air together...?,  shades of Cat on a hot tin armimentarium,  a last time capsule of mine, but then, i didn't study Mel brooks and the arts of spit takes all of my life. if you're stuck in the ruins, follow Lucifer back home and do not pass go, and do not collect ...

Lately the democrats  reminding me of a joke I once heard on Carson before the clowns all started to laugh it up at the people , though , Ovid as correct that nothing that says well be right back after these messages can get too snotty, and he was right about old romantic Bill, ah the pig that doesn’t squeal, Francis of AS PORN LOVING SENATORS NOW ARE SPENT, AFTER GENERATIONAL  QUIET AMID THE FACT THAT SOMEHOW, WHO KNEW…?, THAT PRESIDENTS DON’T DO THE BIDDING OF Harrods, where have you been in the cellar, it is war again boys, were off the find the holy grail, toodle loo toodle oo,. As the Roman hero, Marius, has never been so low, as to have to recall all those polls made about what color to make your ties and or mistresses as the plebs have alas paraded away, just like Lucius warned. A traveling salesman sees a farm,, no not that one, but he sees a farmer who has a pig with a ribbon around its neck, and the framer proudly tells him, that this pig is so smart he can read and write and do calculus, etc. When the salesman asks why the pig has a wooden leg, the farmer says, hell you don’t eat a pig that smart all at once. Ah but the days of a boyhood hero of racialism are long gone, we are besmeared surrounded by moneymen Jews, they like a Tacitus like enemy you over here, to the left of us, there to the right, as Megan has indeed left all the three lettered swine farms for the war gold despising of what is called now pod casting, meaning that nothing is heard just the way ge likes it, unless its time for  another royal wedding at the Byzantine, yes they came from there first, mausoleum of the Boccaccio inspired tales of handmaidens who got their jokes cone long ago. I wonder when see that hag and her quasi puritan way of making all the women in the coming plutocracy look like Dominican nuns, as it!-I wonder how many jokes did you make at the salon when Monica was being dehumanized…

And dehumanized is the perfect word, as I saw as once again Firebrand Colbert tear off more carrion like the vultures at Cumae that he can chew, I saw how yet con again, concurrent with his always laying it on thick,  lest anyone recall the death threats made at Asians long before hated, though not as much as the dying goon who was sharp enough to vote against Queens health care bill and thus keep them out of the history books until the memorabilia Johnson trial started,  trump even came down that escalator a dis made ip of cue cards and a sissy Mary queen of the house of Vanderbilt,  getting this just in his whiter than white ears unlent but always for sale, as the hag cvnt, what….?, was it her in THE LAST WALTZ, that she got him to have to say you know how just and fair we are to even the automatic laughter of swells, or thought to be swells or whatever they are this week, laughing undid and unwanted by the curia captain creep, who weaponizes his Merv Slot as even Tommy Smothers didn't do. But then, the folk singer age straight man never spilled raw meat at a black president and a wop speaker emeritus--whoops A, FEMINISM OF COURSE WHEN READING THE ECLOGUES Yes, SPILLING GRISTLE AT THE PINHEADS NOW BENEATH HIM, HAVE YOU MET FELLOW ILLITERATE Samantha Power, Steve…? So, I do await the big break up between the one time Tesla good consumer, oh, how Maya mended he is now that a lifetime of squatting and bra snapping ahs lead to this this, our Cyclops Stan, as was not it her who made him , to I am sure later fuming , he slapped in the efface as since “Julian“, hilarious wife Livia’s mother’s  favorite book, with cold water at a vomitorium more Al Franken than anything dreaded in the more puritan minded senator, though he did have a thing for the dancing girls. He did as I have said, get caught at the rascally minded minstrel shows of Rome, a certain Priscilla did catch his sing both ways fancy, and when the plebs dared ask for a smallest sort of hobgoblin constancy from the engorged smarten senator said, The Greeks, whom the dirty and filthy sued to demean him as slumming at the dancing girls how’s, Tacitus, the no longer the accepted greater Roman historian anymore now that someone saw there is chapter called “the Jews“, I think of it when see never trumpeter give Caesar his due at the Fox den, the Greeks alas to his taste are bemoaned as incoherent, but even beyond salvation. I wonder what he was thinking of that day. Or was her wasn’t  it, I heard Joan Crawford Caitlin had two eyebrows once, but she shaved the top one for television. Italian diminution is done for a reason, hunny. Is she Mildred Peirce, …or Myra Breckenridge…? Whatever, but I am sure that  CNN wasn’t crazed about the idea of brunettes let on the air to begin with, anyway. its better to have Bess and her dishwater charms vouch for the commie rat anyway, more American--er. 

Then, I saw the strappet that Mario Cuomo’s number 1 son was made to become, back up and out of the primordial ooze where they hoped the wops like the Negros would stay the priests warned me of, as I could have said and may have hear that it wasn’t dead Italian grandmothers held against him, but his sleazy whopper attempt to touch the virginal white women, I like beer maiden Beatrice at the may pole, Lauren Graham more than I can stand waif, Paris hated,  Rory, but then Romeo and Juliette and a hatred of it so, at least in English. caused a love for me by the Jesuits that showing me their dick would have just been a gilding of the lily --wooo boy, the puns just keep coming in Petronius! See, oh I feel for you Bill surrounded by enemies, or at least their wives, like Caesar big fellow, - that was alas unneeded. So, I watched a part of a you tube bide until my stomach could take no more, how Cuomo, despite a magical name cone now repelled by whatever Pakistanis alphabet slip can be used by those trying , like him to void recalling that they were Aryan from the jump. You didn’t know, Randy and the rest of the pussycats, well your alderman garbage, and as ma said the thief can only steal less than the doge has, a word like so many Italianate things, stretched out to incoherence  the barbarians in wolves clothing. He, Colbert, had to dehumanize mister Cuomo, and of course lest we recalled the italanaina nanas that Biden saw as bloody slime like his sort’s always first family, as opposed to the first family, that he never quite had, to always slink ahead somehow , after and poll numbers via dammed. I saw how Guvnor CUOMO, NOW A WHITE MAN NAME THANKS TO WELFARE QUEEN OZEMPIC PUSS Whoopee and a suddenly silent Baher, lest she be thought of as anti Semitic, at the mobs wives reunion. He was in fact dammed by our Sejanus of the night, a cross between Alan Thicke and the third son in the lion in winter, and I knew all that the brethren warned me of, the self important, foolish clone who does the bidding of the state, no not a party the state whatever it has metamorphosed into at this late decline and fall afternoon, as Cuomo instead of just being told he was passé or yesterdays papers once peddled by this newsboy for the Daily Planet, I used that line long before he waddled hjis way into Worlds finest comics, we never can get a break from him,. He didn’t read Sully , any of them, but gets the gist, and I knew what we were dealing with in him. Really he should be thanked by me, the last years total of getting essays published all revolved around him, in some way,, so lets turn over all the cards, and come in yesterday date, and sign in please, as Anne Francis places on her bejeweled mask, sign in please, if you even know who and what you are, as Jack 

Paar said of Elvis, though there is another name that somehow like Mad and Looney Tunes, and the word atomic the new Yorker goes back to the 50’s compendium missed along with rock and roll. Cuomo you see had to be avail in what way that white women practiced, don’t get full of yourself and start thinking about these grandmothers who choked on their own Flem in Duchess new York, fairy, its always about anyone getting too close to the white women. Sex they all fear, if not hate,m bimbos are those woman with big tits, not manly at all,  that my mother told me to leave to the Jews stupid and backbones-less enough to say yes  dear,  until they died, never make another decision in their lives, and always christen their half chosen babies, which way we are never sure, as Christopher and Brigit, she said with a keen satirical bent that Amminunius said no less,  that comes with the Italians along with their being attractive and a love of sex that even the fags of Hellene cant keep up with. So, good night unto you all, as Colbert signs off , give me your hands if we be friends and Emma Goldman will assure repents. 

If my brother never hated Andrew Cuomo as the modem Commodus the last week or so really has him despising and demanding the man with Cuomo’s face. Unlike say Biden whose every marching and eulogy with southies and with segregationists was forgiven , not so for Andrew, to the dismay of his pawn Remus who had to go to a station where equally the Fox news creeps must have to go. In the green-lining of the week, the self styled, self important, self appointed Colbert took it upon himself, safe and cleaned as he is as a cross between song of Bernadette and Mister Clean in a sixties communal, the gatekeeper after the fall, he waited a bit tooooo long for this act as the turn curtain doth attest, he had on this truly to my jurist trained antennae, Etruscan word alert!--as I can see why others have called the shadow menace  a snake oil salesman and a medicine show operator with all his Discothèque Eddie night at the Roxbury charms, and his Jewish marcher sniggle banker fresh from pinioning up the  straw worn standard on the road and pretending he was walking with him all along, they were on that debarred late show, that Jon Stewart show that doesn’t get its own punch liens, as pure as a feminine douche product that can make even the clammiest dykes cvnt into a summers rain, and as clean as a pair of loaded dice gather ever been, he voiced furor the Aryan who may or may not be Uganda, may or may not be Pakistani, may or may not be loads of things, but he alas, when he won was too closet of a  a red brigadier  for anyone wishing, like the Bushes from behind always do, to make sure the Flavian Amphitheatre could be in the orbits as in white or green, but never ever red handed. The house wop was told to back off, as Arian Eddie, meet me at Studio 54 Johnny Casablanca vestigial charms, hath won the days at least by almost less than a hundred thou voters showing himself as the first pick among those fat over fed white woman who have a house in Larchmont, Tuckahoe, near Maude, they always have to bus the colored help in, you know,  or new Rochelle to escape from new York to and at, less like Giovanni Boccaccio and too much like John Carpenter. 

But this was most not long lived, as within 24 hyrs, or is it a Cbs like 48 that is the credo of all true crime,…?, the vaunted oaken Washington Post, and then the NEW York Time’s not what it sued to be, every month is alas Roman history month, after all, and the statue of liberty whose recitation of mine was asked for by an anti Trump rag, but alas I was sure they didn’t get not derisive the joke, and I have again like the scholarships and certain women walked away rather than be untangled, walked merely away. Within the days , the papal nuncio of Chappaqua, see above for the dog not on the porch that doesn’t bark, as pop warned, as when I think of old Bill all I can think of anymore is papal Bull, the original lag breaker who never much  cozier up to Steverino as self important play, this just in from, a preareian flaunt in Syria, who we didn’t bomb until Barry the god showed his hysteric borderline herbaria magic qualities, and said this all was bad for America,  and on second thoughts, people who were telling me since I was ten they weren’t communists, and if you thought so you were the problem, now have to ring a round a garden of may days red posies, and not everyone is cabal as Hillary is of eating that much shit. At a wedding that the local wops have pilloried to the point that Bozo Bazoz, Nosmo King,  and his slut have had to forgo the Church Frank Getti called a masterpiece, for of all things, an armory, who planned this Rachel Maddow…?, a city state city hall where the political cartoon was created as a drawing was made of those the Este  family hung, by a upset Italian, the plutocrat that AOC hates was quick on the draw to phone it in and call the commie disco queen terrorist jonesin bad for the land of Oz. Capote is dead and I don't feel so great myself. 

By the end of  the week that the overfed white woman dared pretend somehow again like in affirmative action that they were the ones who  suffered the most , why having to cook for the manly pigs whose credit cards they sued, I think of why it is I sometimes cant stand The Gilmore girls, as again it white woman’s problems, and its only the best cast of television at that time that keeps me watching, like the great voiced Edward Hermann, bitchy grandma Kelley Bishop and or sort as close as Jewish theater television ever got to Beatrice, white skin, black hair red lips and blue eyes, all the poet felt we need to know. And, I realized who full of shit Colbert is and was, and then, Shazam! Andrew Cuomo has deiced to keep his make--sorry, name on the ballot, as god knows, when the lead shrikes this much in a few dates, the Post and other obituary coulombs are not on board, and papal nuncios decry recalling when they were castigated as communisists while white, it seems he knows coalitions and concedings aren’t worth the bills of sale on that they ware written. My brother thinks Cuomo wanted a infusing of cashe to make up for paperback sales taken away. I think, well, he just wants to be mayor as mad as anyone ever has. He prays to Maya as roman supplicant, as takes Harlem, Little Italy and Koreatown, all  THEY’VE BEEN SLAVES OF NEW YORK LONG BEFORE, AND WRITE THESE DOWN, A WEEDING WAS HAD THAT LOOKS LIKE CALIGULA AFTER Gore Vidal took his patrician name off of it. It’s a hell of a town! My sister watched Gilmore with me, on her birthday, but asked if cartoons were on somewhere, as she had made a cardinal sin once of thinking as a daughter of the land of Basile that she was somehow genitivally superior to a hack queen like Walt Disney and his stealing out of Grimm’s  who at least admitted to the greatness of Italian babblers even if Shakespeare would not. So, there is the figure of signora Fortuna,  in the dawn lightsm smiling with bitchy aplomb in the summers night, ready to hurl garbage at the senators who didn’t pay the fair, or ticket price,  swaddled in a Roman dress of candidate white, the scarlet little men running about thinking they are gods of the tarp, when are just afraid of getting caught, the smiling slips woman always a wrng footfall away from laughing at the cowards in wartime drag, as Bill Clinton’s silence should have told you, it just makes you robbers look all the worse. DID I MENTIONED ON SECOND THOUGHT, EVEN NOT AS LITERATE IN SUCH AS WAS MY POP, that Andrew has left his once more shining name  on that ballot, one would expect, as a idea of nationalizing the food kings makes Wholes foods be heard from in the assembly of the poverties, whips fray, from the dancer with Fortune who saw in fact 

 

 

he and not the overfed chicken delight lesbians, he, not Disco Eddie, won all the precincts  that were once the arsenal men of the pro bono publico, only gardens. 


A funny thing happened on the way to the barricades, as always happens when the curia has to make sure its radials don’t, you know, start believing in any of this shit, as sanctimony. as Machiavelli said is how evil people and the corrupt presented they have ethics. But someone I would have stayed clear of, Cuomo the lesser, well , see, despite house coons like reverend pig meat at the armamentarium, having to now do his best soft shoe, it seems, serving the comedians of empire right, Andy Panda, his vowel doesn’t count as much to the white overfed Dukes as an Aryan from the Indus, you didn’t known,…?, anyway hail Cyrus, he the discothèque Eddie, lost Harlem, Korea town, crown heights, and most of all whether you like it or not recall amid the championing Rachel amid the gleaming war machines, Little Italy. So go forth and explaining to us how Juddish, mommy’s boy isn’t a Jew hating Communists, ah a harshing of the hurrah, after the J#ws made all the payments on that party and all, so lets see the late hour comedians and the wops let in at the Bowling ball, who spit on Carson grave as they peel away from the pinko, we await the official reports and counts, as once again, as warned Kamilla, the free bread crowd can always fudge the books. Watch the rats of the people scurry. Eddie had mommies and daddy atoning by with gold cards, a 60, 000 dollar high school, did the Ramón’s play there…?, and of course that 2 million dollar condo, as he tells you to always  like Robert Moses, ride the fucking Bus, cause they always make sure the line doesn’t go to Capri, I’m sorry, Chappaqua and or Martha’s Vineyard.  

 

MATONALIA -1 GATCHA XXII

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20 MAY 2025.  

When I was a little boy, my sharper than even she thought Ma said to me, sensing in me a weakness for the well turned everything of a Lynda Carter type, she warned me, Hey, Idiot, she said in Italian, she was sure I was a easy mark for the conniving women of America, never ever give a woman more respect than her husband ever does. It is a caustic, rustic, brilliance that has allowed to Italians to suffice without having to or being able to ever play the same guilt cards that Jews do, as it does sound like never play cards with a man named Doc, but still she stewarded me, that a hag who allowed her husband to demean detest and beat her wasn’t worth the trouble. So what I love about this mess of the men of the people, finding an elites and thus stupid fondness for the criminals, gang bangers, drag queens and Harvard, what is wrong with this fruited plane, dam nit as they screech at armamentarium walls, with over fed her story professors Nicollo Bill never much pleaded with, and who listens to me,…?It amazed me to see people in policies not even good at hypocrisy, wow, doing everything in your power to make Trump even more popular than he was, or even had to be, well, it is reproofs, another thing stolen by the shepards of God from Roman history, to me as I recall everything this decimating old coot said about Mario Cuomo, who may go down in history as the last time you even had any ethics. 

As the praetorians fought among themselves at 2 am at the moveable praetorium of Barry The faerie, gods only can guess what was going on there amid the boys in the band, but, my best inklings weren’t even close to what a disaster you’ve made this, as in losing the popular vote, why, the man who humiliated HIS WIFE EVERY CHANCE HE GOT HAS BEEN RENDERED MUTE, AND THE CRETIN WITH ROMAN DRAG WHO TOOK POLLS TO FIND OUT WHAT TIES TO WEAR, BUT NOT ALWAYS, IS AS mite as Machiavelli said of the Medici cardinals he displeased. He is alas quieted, and finally mute, as statuaries bleed medieval everywhere. A best part, the days of Pompeian winter, which never last as I smart-alecky said, where along with Biden came fatsos from the bbc speak of Rome not even falling, well, signora fortuna, ma’s heroine fixed you good, as Biden left you, what else, in ruins. 

 

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wisuCBGvB4

 

Cato warned about CESAR’S PERSONAL ADVENTISTS IN GAVL, I MEAN HOW’D WANT IT…? DISUSED AS A ROMAN PATRIOTISM THAT FOR THE THOUSAND YEARS NO ONE HAD TO EVER PLY ON THAT MUCH, BUT THEN that was that particular Cedar, literally but a drag queen, no really, he wore a Roman dress made of red, no fooling, sometimes the smartest among us foil no one, Uncle Dickie, THAT WERE THE SENATE TO UNDERWROTE THIS exposition of a queers manliness, this Spartan devotion to the stink of balls, these alders boys of Mars, THAT ROMAN CHARIOTS WOULD BE STUCK IN THAT WASTELAND OF GAUL, Paris was once called “Mud town” with Roman usual right on the buttons, and they have alas been playing both sides of that shameless street, worse than England, for two thousand years. Cato, whose name is besmirched buy being on a think tank of neocons, for whatever that means, although don’t ear as much of that as I sued to as the leading from behind as usual Bush family my father assured me had a strange distaste for Rome, trying desperately make it Germanica of Tacitus and not the other way around, despite their Gallianaus love of wartime fricasseeing rabbits. Cato said of his enemy almost with a dying breath, that Caesar was alas nothing more than a simple drag queen, a female impersonator, son of Venus rather than a off spring of Herculeans, but then always be casting, as Alec Baldwin disunvited, aren"t they always on a stardray night at the baths...?, to the snl golden pratfall;. Could have told yew. Caesar is a dress and a can of cold cream, I guess better than black face, but does any Italian really need it, …?, and a laurel of fabrick as to avoid even the lathe decay of plants he so feared in the lands and the comedians of war, --although self appointed cvnt daytime drag cow Joy, the white woman yet un-fired as opposed to colored’s and brunettes at the dishwasher Drone kings of the year, was upset that they’d call it a theater of war, sire this as slur, such is elites at Ann Marie’s mausoleum, the bowling ball of long gone Omnibuses, -- and thus like any Plautus circus act, he went to be death night in the dressing rooms of farces, as the clowns always must. And in the end, hurling sad invective at Sonny boy, he was always keeled with dull stage knives used by senators as usually as show. Every senate falters and its chariots contort and rust as there is alas a Lindsay graham who smiles for the ethic of never duding too soon. 

 

 

Another crash of the computer happened as saw a sc card I use for the sleeping of things kept, and comics I find from my misspent youth, seemed to fall asunder and apart, and I have found that went have sent stung out before that it strangely returned to some unkempt earlier version though was sure I had at leaned it up some before I took those files off of Instagram and blogger before sent them out. All I cared about doing though I’m issuing recova and seeking much of it had all returned to not drawings so much as a generic moon over a white digital mountain denoting that a picture was once here, was indeed images of Ma and my family, as the rest of it all, at least, can funny go to hell as went from being told I was the kind of acceptable ethic who then needing included in the new Yorker because of a repute had made among some with pieces of my first book ever being accepted into a Jesuitical magazine named, I think I critically have this rite and am not fooling, Score magazine, or something like that, on heavy stock paper that was cheap then and now is considered résumé quality 24 pound stuff they couldn’t give away and its cold press garlanded teeth, and with imagery supplied by woodcuts either in Dore public domain or done for paints by the brethren perceives then, and now know I am the kind of ethic that they there want nothing to do with, to begin with. 

I ENTERED SOME contest type thing, I think, looking for scenes one’s written for a possible court room drama, and with a completely useless and in rags version of my Italian American Perry Mason, Virgil Girth, teleplay, sent in the fulcrum scene in which he, a large, Jesuitical, legal genius of a man, there is a reason I root for the behemoth smart ass from Oxford on a show called the Chase he is called the beast. I cleaned up that scene in which Virgil has been sublet into a law firm, based on the then seen often Good Wife as the now fired Lillian Putnam --i.e. Rachel Maddow, has been indeed let go, this as was written in 2017 before ma went by the way, and the great lawyer has called to the stand the George Will of the piece, a man called by him a cult leader of a slithering strip, the Rhinos who have stampeded to take over GT owned Mutual broadcasting company. WHEN DONE AND EDITED THE FIRST TIME, MY BROTHER SAID, DON’T SEND IT INTO ANYBODY, STAY QUIET UNTIL THESE IDIOTS DESTROY THEMSELVES, AS FUNNY THE DEVOTION TO BIDEN BY DEMOCRATIC LEGIONS HAS BECOME, …IS HE STILL HERE ? Which shocked no Italian ever, never could. I guess it was indeed posted somewhere, as it starts out very Colombo and then ends up Tenth level on Horace Hooter, and again all roads lead back to Joe Califano in this and the republican getting too close to Robert DiNero, as I did midweek get one of those 431 three digit risings of stats, which as proceeded by nothing. Its called CAT ON A HOT TIN ARMAMENTARIUM, and what bothered me so in writing it then and still does worse now is that liberal television a war company now festooned with an  afternoon dance party of Negros, now worse with Bess and Lana Lang, I am not a praetor calling people still coloreds, dykes, and anyone willing to hit their marks until David Ignatius says that’s enough of the Jew haters at schools he couldn’t get into. Socking it to the fat hoggish ex deputy who had a eye for the Tallahassee Lolita’s like his enemy did. And how they allowed these brazing purple people eaters, Bush Interregnum office boys, to take their party, deposit the bloody, brutal, coin, abating brought not only war, but torture to American polices. And for that, dear Strega Hillata, as Ma called her, will pay, as wont you all…? as pointing out quid pro quos ,as a nun might say, was a wedding vow to her, and Hubba hubby loved Sallust more than I ever did. What’s red and laughed alone….Karl Rove. He wins the case, an every cent of Lillian’s money, he is a lawyer and thus a mercenary and not a knight, he tells her, and when angered but somewhat admiring of the advocate the head of Netscape MBC the head of the network tells she will never work in TV again and is finished he gets his attaché case and walks past and says, who isn’t…? 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMDa2LL9qCg&list=TLPQMDUwNjIwMjVzu7ox6WoymQ&index=4

As filthy little Bidey prepares to sweep up his last spotlight, after a life in the mezzanines of the theater until a mistimed third act, I must say, my Moneta was always on Roman Bill to give the eulogy on this retelling of the Satyricon and I know who would have that copy, if not on paper, somewhere on a thumb drive, ready to weep at all the rights parts. Posh, the censored rag the J3w York Times demands peace be into the copse Buddy Pal, the last weatherman,, but alas, they have been building empires over your dead body Marcus, since time immemorial and when I saw that the local sludge pile of old History channel trash was showing indeed the decency of barbarians the day we saw a tape that like the man upon the stair who wasn’t really there, as there like ghosts I could guess where Biden was ahead to now, sooner rather than later, as going back to your farm was never an option. Too bad, I say throw rotten tomatoes at the funeral procession, have porky Karl Rove lead the way to the shining river, have John Bolton as Cantor, and heft hurl Biden into the Styx, where he belabored all along, as once again, a man named Lucas Sejanus, irony is the soul of wit, or tragedy or something like that, said that Caesars come and they go bit praetorians last for ever, he said that though right before Tiberius cut his throat. 

 

 

 

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrO4YZeyl0I

 

 

 

 

 So no prayers for the Biden ashes, as Gore Vidal had him indeed pegged when he said when I was in middle school before thrown assuredly out, how dare I admire Virgil here in Tolkien’s novo Germania, I say, I toast the Italian women left to die in nailed shit old folks homes, and soldiers left as brown trash, if came home at all, …now when the processions hews by I suggest anyone who lost a son of a grandmother in his deathly throws, when the man in amber is dragged by, be a dear Bill, and look at your Rolex. These girls of Italy as the line goes, although it sounds like Coriolanus, I have been told it is not by well wishing dame, not that I much care about a church who killed Giordano Bruno, nor shovel the works of a literalizer that charted Cymbeline. What did Gore Vidal say on Johnny Carson as I mention in 2018 mo less, that Joe Biden lives for one all thing, he must somehow lie in state, …if he hasn’t already. Now burn those second set pf books, girls! So, Bill has it dawned on the Giucciardini of Little rock yet that a lifetime of listening to the winds whipping, always fearing the tempest and a wet finger in the air, ah it writes itself, like primary colors, whose Suetonius charms weren’t heraldry hated by Whoopster as much as a hearing the caliber of old coot they inflicted on us over the and on the graves of all those Italian Grandmothers, if not on the grave of Lew Parker, who as I said back in the golden age, remained all the little girl’s who were devoted to that’s who and its free to be ethics of my own stony raced pop who glared at me just as he did to Don Hollinger, although I hadn’t even once worn drag by accident in that Technicolor, and I devoted to that Persky Denoff age I thought as out there at least until the bush family flooded the plebes with AIDS AND CRACK,  veranda of Neil Simon. Ah yet, despite all of that, this morning amid sent an email from a magazine that indeed have gotten THE SABINE ANTHOLOGIES, OF THE LARGER ANCIENT ROMANCE, AND IN UNFITTED WITH LEAVES OFF THE TREES BEFORE THE DECAY OF THE EMERALD CITY THAT trash like Colbert thinks can ignore as she brings in his kick line of fbi chorus boys, and hopes to god that he didn’t take Virgil’s escalator to the Stygian death and is forced to believe or pretend to believe he believed in any of this f==king, ah the load bearing word at GE, to even start with. 


The junket, seven empires in ten days that began in Bactria, is over. Next week I hare that the rubble of the ethnic preatiorium is going to make a consent of the senate decree coming out for tooth decay, as oosped to thin veiled attempts at petaphila. Right this way Mister De Gaulle. Ah the trauma of 42 comes full vicious circle, as think of Mort Drucker as the middle aged seediest boy chick is stuck, in the Parisian mud…?, with a cartoon Jennifer O’Neil made to look ancient. Oh, beautiful for specious skies….

THE IMPERIAL LAMPOON.

CARTOONS ACCEPTED THIS ROMAN HOLIDAY OF MAYDAY APPROPRIATED BY COMMUNISTS AS Marx like Freud , sorry AOC, was a Roman fan. The symbol  of the hammer and the sickle shown by those over fed pigs against fascism as they dance when GE plays the fiddle as ma would say, was in fact the symbol of the first roman republic and the fact that farmers and ranchers, milk maids and woodcarvers took the country from Tarquinii, who, as of this writing , Denzell in his new found miasma of playing wops and Romans, will never play.

This church is full of perverts and thieves , who unlike the realer ones, they  wont take the cold and the streets as well. The difference between priests and thieves is that of dogs and wolves. -- NICCOLO MACHIAVELLI.

I will never much care what the church who and that humiliated and then massacred Giordano Bruno, but if you think Prairiea, a word from you youth,  has given you a saint, well then, you didn’t have the same caliber of Jesuits that I did.--AA.

bet the next thing you know she says something pro brunette and against dishwashers.

A pope from Cook Co….? as Benito said, the inevitable crossing of paralleled lines. All this needed was Gore and Bill Buckley in the mezzanine, but evne that lasted longer and had riots.


What I hate about Martin Scorsese is that he let the goons in Prairiea  think that somehow Brittan was a Greek island and Sicily wasn’t.

 

 

 

 

12 MAY 2025

I was watching a new favorite show, the Chase on a channel devoted to idiots taking game show tests, but  with a more affable host than anti Jew pro Villanova pervert cbs will ever have again, or maybe never did, a show called the Chase, in which a rotten little fat kid and a prettier than usual Blond shicksa Cathy chatterbox play literally the 21 that MSNBC thinks it doesn’t. I did notice that the GE THEATER that somehow has indeed infested the men of the people who now wary the floor, bit with blood, as the owners secretly root on Trump, recalling when Harvard was off limits, as the rabbi told my pop, as they don’t like being tarred the way they treated their wives all the years, you know, Penny, Anna Maria, and Paula, as I guess  they think the Italians who they don’t want to see their Capri of dying praetors ever ever, come too much like the Almalphi, which is strange what with all the barbarians who have steeled there for the sun

 

Still, seeing the show devolve into a team of three woman to take on the Beast, as they call him, 

I thought, yeah I’m going to sit and watch three  jabbering broads try to beat the blue Ox over here and turned the channels around, --I think they sowed him 6000 at the end--ad saw that a rancid little creepy farie of the cnn wildlings to us indeed selling a book about how he was gobsmacked and tallywakered and every other boys room at Northwestern toilets you could think of, and he indeed always the victim at Tavern on the green, more on white people sagas and tragedies below, was lied to by the imperial praetorians, as simultaneously Lana Lang on GE THETAER, is sticking to her alibi that indeed though now we hear the triumphal chariot at his ;less than Roman parade would indeed have been a wheelchair, I thought of Ma and how I did wheel her up the inclines a few years back to get her out of a house and a town that had been infested by the rats they didn’t see coming, tehse blue state Negros at their fairy tale best, when they let a forty year old smokestack come barreling to the ground, and of course, bureaucracy at its best, it had to be done twice, more than once,  cause even they couldn’t bring it down without leaving them as broken  smokestacks into which, like the Disney of the Catholic church, the rats had gone for a little bivouacking out of the rain. Its like what the democrats are doing to pig meat mayor Gainey.

 

 

 

 

"i cant believe we went through this hell because we couldn't have a first lady who whispered sweet nothings into my ear.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V1d4r9awjKE

How did this matter …? Well, seeing this maelstrom of sectarians whining over Biden’s ashes, hey maybe there’s a book in that that could get Oprah’s seal of approval, or not, as it took me back to hear this man born to play Felix Unger more than he seems a Rodger Mudd,…did iever manatyiopmna s a boy I met a father admired Daniel Shorr. Did I,…? anyway. This rabid little creep, filthy, man took a good month to write his tell all, he the Thomason looking for what Rosebud meant, although we all knew anyway, and the journalle are Giallo, and as he sold his book from the celler, our SEUTONIUS on command, his meter is always running, aren’t they all,..?, paid by the unsaid word, the censor as priest giving last rites. And the knife wielder bizarrely shocked mind you , as now the period is over for he who for whose place he was cutting at your eyes if youd dared say anything about this buffoon bumbling his way, it all ending in Rome, hummmmmn, now he over a long weekend put together a book, a horizontal lives, im sire that the Cinsde nasty thought that a fool’s project for You, and said indeed now it is indeed true what you saw with your own two eyes, as the stories about Groucho do come out eventually.

MUD MAGAZINE ARTICLE. THE CYCLOPS IS BLINDED. 'Poor Steverino, hell never know till too late what happens when you scream ire in an abandoned black rock." 

 

So, this first week or so of May, the week Dante met Beatrice, the war loving war hawk mammas plainted in noble savage blood call it a gaze now, as it must be npw bad if they never get it, daddy strafed them of that in the drak beds of suburban perversions. And, I got magazines at least preening their anarchist tendencies without having to sell out to the war apparatus, to take my work, mostly again as always cartoons, like the one here posted in which I have am Emma peel of mine, a Lucia say What bothers me about Martin Scorsese is how he allowed Prairiea, to think that Great Brittan was a Greek Island and Sacco- sorry Sicily- was not. Prarea, now newsworthy as a new Umbria one must show their papers to that original enclave used by divining provosts ocne at thought crim--experiment synods that I asked my brother if as he was adored by them even more than I, if he ever gave up Saturdays afternoons, when they meant something to be at these things where the Jesuits of Grovetown, never Loyola, and Villanova is indeed the first encampment of the Lydian’s in Italy, see they hated the Greeks with a passion. He said, they knew how far to press him and he was assuredly not being pimped by the brethren at these things, as his students belonged to Top Cat. We aren’t all so devoted as lesbians and ducks in the purple Reich,  and who said that term like eight years ago, although as devoted as they are, never Boss Hogg ever say you are going to tear their purples stripes away as they immutably you become the enemy of pole, who sister Barbara Ann told me are too stupid as they pantomime their way across the stage, that no one dies,  or even goes to jail for other men’s bribes. And I did well this year as again, its always as I got published the one who didn’t side with the soot his not blessed the junta gins that has a worse time of it, as my Nostradamus is Julianus Capitolinus.  And I thought, why did Felix have to just take orders from the perateotrim, did he get them lunch too, is it that far away…? Ego is everything., and thoigh eh leis, the stupid man, as Nick said, tells the troth when he lies the most. Id say Biden deserved better after a life in the theater, but alas he didn’t. I play a mean pinball.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dI1keSSwdcI
 

 
The highest compliment I can pay a girl, she can be sexy without having to be naked. T. Capote.

cover of a magazine, illustrating a story, not mine. What happened to sex....?  

Why did you take the Bleak Houses word, Snake…? So, why did you take the word of a one burned crematorium that had been infested once with Tonkin gilds and fisa bills and Chaney as the Midyako shogun…?, as Gore called him. Ah but Gore is gone and Johnny too, and we are alone, as this creature with Nance qualities and lizard sensuality, he sirens and drags and sniggles and tags, and says he was somehow as big a victim of Duping Gallinius as thee. Can you imagine this creature , and now we hear of midnight bathes of a less than Caracalla sort in which so enraged at …now we know, himself…thay the creature Cassius let his hammer and ax fall into the hands of unlettered imperial flatterers, if they even did that much. This artful dodging rat being the first and largest and quickest and most agile, not by much , to turn on old king Coal, it was our future pnce, but then why be pro lofe, or anything else if out, like a divorce degree or a daughter,  attends in the way of our imperial dreams. AH BUT  THE DREAMS SHATTER LIKE THE SNOW GLOBE, CHARLES FOSTER, and you are banished from the imperial kingdom to a set at Dick Cavett’s mausoleum, where Felix and Oscar once were on with David Stenberg bugga bugga, and you are surrounded now not by anything so noble as a Roman wondering how we got here, but honking Sicilian cunst that my mother warned me were just as bad as the white girls, if not worse, as they always took the Barbie, if not Barbra Ella side of things. Why did he take the Off  White houses word for it, and whose wouldn’t he, hey Sallust isn’t again my fourth favorite book, like some, but not at Amazon, as we and even I, who now got screeds against sonny boy Hunter, the aforementioned “ The Aforementioned you“, a unmarred girl says I remind her of the romantics, but again I’ll take what I can get, and the last Waltz in magazines that didn’t have a triumphant Kamilla, yes, Virgil’s  female knight in a wooden Coney island roller coaster, humm, we stand on the stumps of dead trees, that went father with some than it did with some others now hanging by a silver string of knots of  armamentarium decree, why did he not have the decency I had, to stash Biden since those days Italian grandmothers were a dead and dying mass grave that the wops, maybe mostly as jersey goes,  now wont let you dare cry for Latin gangsters, not Papas who were said with breathless womanish delight to have been ‘missionaries’ in the Andes, what is that I said to some admiration, a conquistador…? As when was Peru not a catholic country, which made my brother laugh,  and he told me to post this at Felix’s pained sissy face, fuck some time line of only posting on certain calends dates, but throw that in Felix’s sissy face, and I have an inkling the next Herbert Anderson, of which this empire has as Cornelius said of welfare queens, one too many,  is about to go.

 

 

"I LIKED COMIC BOOKS BETTER WHEN THEY HAD NO MORALS AT THE END.--A.A." 

BELONA: WHATS RED AND CRIES ALONE...? DICK CHANEY.

 "oh, I  don't trust any witches who think Joe Califano is their enemy..."  

My brother came back home in a sunny rain storm, see Devil beating his wife elsewhere,  that will never wash the genocides away, or those sonny boys who sneer at ex marines as daddy Croesus was skimming off the top of aid funds. He was upset that asked to make change at a local dime sore, when he went in despite our wokedness and church of the perpetual sanctimony, he was asked to provide ID to get a hundred dollar bill changed. Upset , as I am starting to rub off on his take on things, he said, to the teller there, wait, do you think I’m a counterfeiter who is exchanging one hundred dollar bill for twenties one at a time. He grabbed his money and stormed out. Now even Axios and the meatheads start to realize what he said all along at this Jewish Shiva for democrats, as they all cry for gang  bangers at the mass graves of nanas and old people and surely await the blurted update  that Bid’n ahs indeed shed what little mortality he has left. He knew all along, my brother did, he didn’t hear this bending over backwards from ex bar maids in Batavia…see…?, when these geriatrics were signing every god damn crime bill they could, or were you at the outside of the penitentiary Rachel, and had yet to get a card at Sacks and a table at 21...? Late at night now watching Chatty Cathy,  the elongated blond personably deal with three shopworn geniuses  on this trivia channel, Persky and Denoff’s creation  have alas tired me, or me of the ghostly them, who knows…?, and outdone in the dark with a  sister who doesn’t much like the turn that a channel Paddy would call Amazon cops, has turned to the Gilmore Girls, as I forgot how lovely and spunky and brunetty the pretty now unseen type of Lauren Graham is, --a girl described by me as an “unrepentant brunette”  got me affixed to a magazine from a gal who despises sell outs like Rachel dear. Hearing the old woman who was big then when my siblings were adolescents and I was a toddler, and her tapestry anthem, sing her daughterly song as it was brought back, my brother’s voice came from the other room exclaimed, Oh no, did they bring those hags and that small town crap back again…? Like with my admiring of a man named Clinton, he was never a biggest fan.

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