Don’t mistake Maranatha for Marathon

I’m telling you, “Kingdom Come” is not what it’s built up to be, pero sí, J.D. Vance, your stance now is what Orthodox-es called a :

Zubenelgenubi : the southern claw 🥊

This is why Öüï hâte Catéchisme, it’s too fucking long.

S C H I S M,
You fucking hillbilly, period!

Deer, Joe Rogan. You sir are a homosexual, not even close to being a fag, Issy–Joe-drink donkey semen at the Trump UFC show. Youse looking good, puto. Sin Celery, the Latin Church ; and Joe Rogan —your mother is the harlot that the redneck Bible writes about.

… en fin, Jacqueline Alemany, Öüï’s gonna have some fun to-nite, on account that Susana Poveda is bringing out the Suicide Blondes, bay-bee—in-excess.

Australia is the enemy

Just sayi’n… if the Jews wish to stop being compared to nazis, perhaps they should do like the Krauts and change their fucking Nazi 🇮🇱 flag.

 

Break Mí in Three, Jackie… it’s okay 👍🏼 youse gonna like the way you look… and Jonathan Capehart, that burger better b.b.b.b.b good.

And if that burger ain’t good, Eye is going to give Avi Velshi a buzz cut, because I could not touch Eugene’s afro 🥨

In theaters this summer:

Don’t say a word, just rock, rock-a-güey de Perros Bravos, Nuevo León.

 

Eugene Daniels the dude³ 😎 with the untouchable afro

En fin Avi Velshi, en Perros Bravos, N.L., el pelo se hace a pedradas, not with blades 💈

En Durango, los alacranes tienen alas, but that’s only because Delicados 🚬 are fake Faros.

³~. Eye bet you thought that Eye was going to put fag instead, didn’t you Eugene, didn’t you?

“Don’t talk to Armando!”

Fucking hilarious 😂… pero sí, Streep can Dew anything 🌴 I Love L.A..

Grazia, that’s your name? Let me guess youse a Fish?

 

And, Denis Soula (you Somme ova bitch, Ewe) you know that Dr. Poisson got a laugh out of Meryl on that trip.

Don’t forget to wash that mouth, even if your thing is swallowing.

 

Pero sí, Charlotte Bibring, I’m SIRIUS and you ARE knot!

To the makers of music – all worlds_all times
.. Voy-ayer.

 

🍹 Jester-they… Ol’ my problems seemed light years away.

Out now the New Rutles Album, Jester-they on Fiona Apple

https ://www.polite🧐society.com /greed /human copyright /voyager-golden-record-40th-anniversary-timothy-ferris

Ann Druyan (wife of Sagan) said in 2015 :

“Yeah, that was one of those cases of having to see the tragedy of our planet. Here’s a chance to send a piece of music into the distant future and distant time, and to give it this kind of immortality, and they’re worried about money… according to Wikipedia©

Two minutes, Turkish!

Two minutes, Turkish!

 

And another thing for those who practice l’orthodoxie de Bach on extended Pâques de a Kilo, Shalom and don’t forget to bring a towel.

Like A Rolling Stone

 

Deer, Jonathan Martin, enjoy your Cracker Barrel Elite…

Fuck the Israel-USA alliance, pass the biscuits…

And, Jackie Alemany, wait for it—wait, but for the record, please relay to Mika that this 36-hour shit show took but two minutes to write, not counting the auto-correct cockblocks.

Beef motherfucker, that’s for dinner…
y como dijo David Bowie,
“i got Drama, can’t be stolen”

Eslabón por eslabón 🔗

Now, in case your French-ass’ been away from The Equinox at Issy-les-Moulineaux, La Palmier 🌴 es un lugar para NARCOS (wearing Wannabee). Normally, the Mexican dates are reserved for SEPTEMBER, do Ewe Remember, Alicia Leos? Or are you MILES away from Don Porfirio’s place in Paname? However, coming this May, La Tropa Loca de la embajada de México en Longchamps va a incursionar en Don Napo’s III Place.

Aunque usted, no lo crea.

Intermission with “la compostera” de Raphaël Morán en rfi

“¡Pablo Gleason es mi amigo!”

Raphaël Morán,
Grand reportier à l’apro* et Mediapart aussie

Georgina ‘FRACKING’ Moreno y sus gusanos en Francia.

*~. Agencia Proceso… pero los valores periodísticos de Morán have nothing to do with the the journalistic ethos of that news agency’s founder, don Julio ; a tu salud 🧂 Raphaël, Pablo Gleason es primo de Miguel y su hermano “el torero”, —también.

La Tronadora de La Sorbonne.

 

Following “La Tronadora de La Sorbonne” it’s Einstein on The Beach 🍹 featuring “Los Invasores de Nuevo León”.

🪗 Aguanta corazón no seas cobarde

La Tronadora de Trump featuring a Disco Ball on the Morjo Show.

 

Breaking in Paris : Paradis-es Platypus-es Donnie’s upper lip

Manufactured Succession in Confidence

Context follows, but regardless of the brand, Donnie’s stiff lowered lip is not going to be looking too good to be branded.

Oh my god, Mika… youse not going to believe who number 4 is? But first it’s time to send a shout-out to Liverpool… and Cousin Joe, if you loved Day Tripper, your Alabama—Beatles-record-burning ass will love DAY DRINKER, because like I told francemusique matin :

… and like a good NENA—it’s never too early for a good Single 🏴‍☠️ Malt 🥃…

Enjoy Turks and Caicos

 

Fuck you mister president, Eye loves Katty Kay, and—mister Smith (you son of a bitch!)  fuck Susan Collins at your Semafor World Economy Orgie. How’s that for a pattern, let’s play hardball!

Mi me, [🫷🏼myself🫸🏼] and mime.

Picasso’s Christ… como la lucha libre es pura pantomima

Behold! The Christ rode a horse… but then again, his “dad” up in heaven was a complete ass 🫏

C’est qui analyse Harvey Cox dans La Fête des fous : Tel le clown de la parade du cirque, il [le Christ] fait la satire de l’autorité existante, traversant la ville sur sa monture, entouré d’un cortège de roi, lui qui n’a nul pouvoir sur terre […] il est crucifié au millieu de ricanements et de sarcasmes, surmonté d’un écriteau qui raille ses risibles prétentions.

Pierron, A. « Dictionnaire de la langue du cirque », p. 167 under CLOWN.  Stock Éditions 2003.

Steve McQueen and Dustin Hoffman are in a bar, hilarity ensues when “the one and only Billy Shears” strolls in and very casually said : Cheers 🥂.

 

Now it’s time for Green Tea at The Marjomorning Kaltenknew-Bach Show on account of the master’s inability to drink with Paul.

En fin :

This is what Harvey Cox analyzes in “The Feast of The Fools” : like the clown in a circus parade, he [Christ] satirizes the existing authority, riding through the city 🎩 on his mount, surrounded by a royal procession, he who has no power on earth […] he is crucified amid snickers and sarcasm, with a sign above him mocking his laughable pretensions.

ibid.

The Jester wears Prada on the Sam Stein Show

Fragile Pete and The Don

 

Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again…

Love your President briefing of an American Pie

Is it just Mí, Cousin Joe, or is Sam Stein looking more and more like that “f-ugly” Mexican on “the Wood, the Bark and of course Eli Wallach”?

Deer, Sam Stein… not Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side..” but American Pie should be playing on the audio background of that Jester there.

 

… When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me 

This book has not been written, yet.

 

Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned

A war of choice to distract from Jeffrey Epstein’s circle of Friends. Victory in Hormuz.

Entonces, Marjolaine… i want to get high, what’s says Ewe?

This is Knot a love Song

Objects in mirror are closer than they appear

Objects in mirror are closer than they appear, and this is just another Time-delayed cutline from the sundown on La Seine, over at Nato headquarters, Évry body went to bed wondering if the World was going to witness the Decline of Western Civilization on the same day that humanity (for the very first time) saw a picture of planet Earth eclipsing the Sun as viewed from 4000 km from the Dark Side of The Moon.

 

In local news, it’s 11h in CET on the day that Paul McCartney learned that Pablo Picasso died, Issy-it’s-1973 and in 2026 the world can drink to Donald John Trump chickening down on collapsing the United States (in América) into ignominy.

… over at Times Square, Donnie Deutsch is at it again, the advertising guru is eating children again, —it’s what Donnie’s clan do, they eat children, but at least he is no trafficking children for the very rich, like Jeffrey Epstein (in his heyday) did for The Trump brand, eh.

 

Thanks for chickening-out (again) mister president and pissing on the fire that you 🤯 started yourself.

… and Katty Kay, give my regards to that “fucking” bunny

Lobster Poutin with fake Hershey Reese’s… really, Hershey Kisses-es is fake chocolate? Where does this put Kit Kat on the cacao scale?

Hollywood ain’t got nothing on Mí ; Issy-fuck–The Algorithm for a monster.

 

Place your bets, gringos
🐎

Siete Leguas

French central bank nets €13bn by pulling gold out of US reserves… any 🦉 hoot, Donald ; Eye was talking about Patton and if you know where Armor is forged, then you STUPID MOTHERFUCKER {sir} have only weakend Churchill Downs. You bone spur coward you.

John McCain

John McCain… every word that came out of Donald John Trump’s mouth regarding the U.S. pilot extraction from PETE HEGSETH’S gospel is filled with POW/MIA cum… because Donald John Trump as an Executive Branch representative, —sucksIn Jesus name, a-Men.

If it’s Tuesday, Georgia is on my mind and I ran, Eye ran so far away from Pete Hegseth’s bible study conference for hillbillies who are hungry while their favorite son kisses some mean Hungarian mice’s asses.

Holy Tuesday, mister Saturday Night Special… usted hiede a Azufre!

 

Yes, Öüï told youse about Trump back when Mika Brzezinski was two-timing “Oddball” at the French Riviera Inn in 2015, but of course, it has to be a Frog that makes the point.

 

Time to give Samson a haircut… Delilah!!!

Up next, Birds on A Wire and a bunch of GITANOS

The good thing about this most non-consequential blog is that my girlfriend (Dom La Nena) doesn’t read it at all, atoll France, a toll 🫴🏼

Funámbulos on a wire, followed by Mamá Romina y su conjunto Tángazo.

 

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /la-matinale-avec-birds-on-a-wire-chansons-ardentes

Any 🦉 hoot, unlike other clowns in Russia, who were mostly Italian or (wo’ist) French, or came from unrefined Yiddish balaganisms, the Durovs much like ROBIN of LOCKSLEY in Rosbiflandia (🇬🇧) could express themselves in crisp, articulate Russian.

Robin Hood: I’ve come to warn you that if you do not stop levying these evil taxes, I shall lead the good people of England in a revolt against you.

Prince John: And why should the people listen to you?

Entonces, Marjolena Portenkalten-Nena… Eye has it on good authority to relay to the Letter ‘N’ across La France, that los PiPoPes de la Sierra have grown the balls, France—THE BALLS!!! To Invade Issy-les-Moulineaux on Cinco de Mayo weekend.

Robin Hood: Because, unlike some other Robin Hoods, I can speak with an English accent.

[referring to the then-recent blockbuster Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, in which Kevin Costner played the role with an American accent]

De cualquier manera Marjo, Mike Patton of “I Can’t Believe Eye has Faith no More’ fame wants to know if it’s Ever-Way-Too Early to listen to Birds on A Wire, sources close to South Street Lounge in New York City relay that like a good whiskey, it’s never too early for “La Nena”, heck! Some even have Dom, but you would never call a Mimosa, “champagne”, not before 09h in any-given-time zone

 

And if you are new to this most non-consequential blog, Welcome! And before you go and get yourself lost (in translation) en las gradas del gran circo, please be advised that if you translate this blog using an online translator, any and all of #Em, you are going to get nothing but Yiddish balaganisms and Caló gobbledygook.

Additionally, the running-time for the final edit for copy is 36 hours, not the faggety 24h that mainstream propaganda propagates and proliferates on the nEwS. In other words, the whiskey spoken at 6 in the morning is/has not even aged long enough to capture the context of 01h or Three in the mo’ning near or about Châtelet.