Culture corner critic's commentary and introduction: This epic high drama (or what remained thereof), found in the ruins of a bygone Sicilian amphitheater, can be interpreted through modern lenses as quite curiously resembling current events[1][2] surrounding the latest "villain of the week" who merely dared to dream about Europe with no Jews (too late) and European women knowing their place and keeping their virtue (European women, know your place and keep your virtue). Hope y'all niggas like it.



[theater curtains open]
[audible cough]

'Tis I, a masculine knave of soot-colored dermis Tripleus Kazzarus
In mine carriage handcrafted by carriage smiths Rolle and Royce (Skrrt)
Gaily garnished to fit tastes of a high royal (Alas)
Yea, verily (Yea)

Nigh time to tell thou-all sootfolk companions a tale, yea, verily, a tale
Gather around; cream-hued visage mask is on
Now a tale of Dixie or some other mystical, mythical land, an utopia of wonders!
that we Fellow Cream Fellows™ of our fathers and forefathers' lap-bosom lost

Alas, I spake thus unto the unbelievers and the brain-lepers:
"Wilt thou now listen?

The Laweth speaketh thus
'No sootfolk in mine land
Go unto soot-land whence you came
No soothsaying unto thee!
Tis I, the Lawl!'
The Laweth speaketh thus
'Wenches, wenches, silly wenches of faire dermis
Compatriots of alien lap-bosom
Thine husbands art thine Gods
Tis I, the Lawl!'
The Laweth speaketh thus
'Who ordereth this?
Hebrews, Hebrews, everywhere
Thou knowest it
Tis I, the Lawl!'

And the fool spake thus
'Bringeth back the glory of old world unto the world once more!
Solution to all mine land problems, sayeth I, the fool!
Bringeth back no Hebrews at the helm of herding sooth-folk into mine land
Knowest thou not what is most needed by all? Disciprine unto the man-folk, yea
Knowest thou not what is most needed by all? Obedience unto the wombman-folk, yea
Knowest thou not what is most needed by all? Folk-purity, yea
Knowest thou not what is most needed by all? Chains unto the Hebrew-folk, yea
So sayeth I, the fool!'

I laughed to mine likeness of Honkler the jewish jester
I laughed for I knoweth I am in a theater of fools, verily, yea
'Disciprine,' lectureth the obese sluggard.
'Obedience,' preacheth the bum.
'Purity,' measureth the orientalfolk spouse coveter.
'Chains,' threateneth the chained in spirit.
Fools, I spake unto thee!
Doth thou not knowest where thou art at, soot-companion?
Loathing lurketh about thine mouth
Thou best look about, thou vile incestual buttock-of-a-female-dog
Awaken thee now or forever perish in slumber!