For context… you people suck

Youse all zombies with a French passport

Figure 1 (without context)

… for context, this THESE follows wear the presse armband like NAZIS wore the Swastika.

… but yes, fuck the police

… Eye swear that Eye will run out of battery before i is High, but not right now, right now Öüï smash the same snapshot but with arrows that point to the MERCENARIES guarding the ‘producers’ and the “reporter”…

Long story short, i was going to board one of Valérie Pécresse-es-es buses instead of the métro, the Sun (as it does every Fall right before the Winter season) traveled on its usual Mediterranean trajectory and so i decided instead to follow the Bobo³ crowd heading into the 20th District to join the manifestation already in progress and/or decline depending on who one asked along the way. Business-es at Gallieni needless to say were open.

GTƒO — November’s Eve

³~. https ://en .wikipedia .org /wiki /Bobos_in_Paradise

The crowd from Bagnolet caught up with the procession heading East right at the tracks of the T3 line and more specifically where some artist installed a pink-twisted-lampost shaped from the top down to look like a star symbolizing, perhaps, the STAR of the Chilean 🇨🇱  flag.

https ://www .alamyimages .fr/france-paris-porte-de-bagnolet– lampadaire-twisted-lampost-star-creation-de-mark-handforth

Any 🦉 hoot… Jacqueline Alemany i’d seen the two tall goons in the snapshot below before, but not the big Marcellus Wallace-looking African dude, which at that instant (when i learned that he too was part of the “guard detail”) made me realized that FRANCE (or Marianne’s extreme right) was importing the infamous Wagner Group African Corps into the peaceful march of well-meaning Frogs at Paris XXeme.

Yellow arrow points to Goons and the broken green one points to the mercenary media “presse” armband in flourescent green color, which to Mí, it looks like an “ordinary” white arm band like the ones used by neo-Nazis in Montpellier.

I tried to take a full-frontal but from my angle beforehand, the person standing below the TRAM T3 sign appeared to be a rear lookout and by the time i planted myself in front of that “media” ensamble to ask a few questions and take my snapshot of them, the big black African “security guard” extended his arm and told me to keep walking ; the two flanking “flacos” stepped forward ready to take my phone if i had taken the snapshot.

For contrast, Russian Television propaganda never, in the 15 or so-years that i have tagged along during street events in Paris, never-ever had goons guard their perimeter before, but maybe now that French suburbanites are beginning to expell and run-out the CNEWS press from their manifestations, Russia 🇷🇺 brought out the big goons… or maybe i’m wrong and all of the tall-slinky WHITE extremists look the same to me, maybe the ghoulish-looking correspondent with the white headphones is from RADIO FREE CZECHOSLOVAKIA.

Halloween’s Eve, bitches… ISSY-Whoa-Oh, here comes the dead

… in local news, it’s National Sports They

Ironic saviour que mata perros.

 

… and Jacqueline Alemany, it’s just past a 1/4 after the 11th hour in CET, which means that it is just past midnight at Arlington National Cemetary [a place that no TRUMP will ever know] and Öüï is wondering just what a hell are Ewe going to dress-up as, Tokio Joe or perhaps the Invisible Femme?… you could, just go as a little French bitch.

Live from Châtelet :

… but you can keep your hat on

 

… Make Alemany Great Again

But first, back in Brasil…Paul McCartney is wondering how Bolsonaro’s kid made it to Mar-a-CAGO

 

… and mister TalaRico, Eye tú speaks from a biblical scope and, eschatologically speaking, that piece of shit has to go, Paxton really needs a Flush, baby.

Beggars Banquet (1968)

Beggars Banquet (1968) eat the rich edition.

… breaking in Paris, Texas, Ken Paxton will go all natural on tonight’s Halloween Party ; the son of a bitch will go as a Piece of Shit, yes he will 💩, period!

 

The good thing about this blog is that it is not, knot about a chicken and Rick Beato will never read it

Why Paul McCartney is such a fucking chicken and … ?

It’s Halloween’s Eve… turn Mí on “dead man”.

 

🎶 Know Your Chicken and other assorted Plastic Ono babies.

…

Ketchup Katty and the Vegetarian Chickens of Londontown

For the record, fuck the paywall on The New York Times and, SEATTLE rock and roll acts who scalp the tickets to their shows… while singing Metallica songs and farm karma by exploitng grade-school children on youtube™

All Aboard !!! The Night Train

O como dijo el Capitán del ENTERPRISE, “now Will Never Come Again.”

Tata’s Waiting… el general called in a favor and Denis Soula, that goddamened sonovabeach, delivered with a Jam session dedicated to kids, and if “el ingeniero” was ever good at anything, it was at being the Kid of “El Tata” Cárdenas.

Never Meet Your Héroes

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /live-a-fip /classique-mix-chloe-et-vassilena-serafimova

No cropping required. Make sure that Manuel Bartlett no se mueva ni en el cortejo, ni en la foto.

…

Up next, CHUPACABRA productions and César Chávez take the soul of Dolores Huerta en Ysleta, Tejas.

El verde es vida… no sea culo, smoke the Little Green Leaf.

…

Entonces pues, Benjamin à Les CAPTIFS : NARCOS – MÉXICO

Welcome, don Témoc… la piragüa will be here shortly to get you across the river, in the mean time enjoy the show.

Narcos — México … objects in mirror are closer than any Mexican FILM FESTIVAL in FRANCE.

 

Over at Twin Peaks, Susana Poveda was playing piano-al-réves³ with a steel guitar… 💃the strings on that ‘Git-steel’ were reclaimed from the railroad tracks that came appart in the accidental fields of broken journeys.

On the menu, AREPA podrida con Ketchup, Applesauce and of course : Ma-Yo-NEZA.

Échale la culpa a Cárdenas del Río

Derailment near Campeche station forces evacuation of 123 Tren Maya passengers

… uso justo de septiembre ; do Ewe remember? Anyway, back to the fall of Western Civilization in Georgia.

In local news, to celebrate 5 de mayo the Irish ensemble who go by the name YOU TOO just announced that the band will kick the first of 2 announced shows for 2027 at Saint-Denis, the second show is set for VE Day on the 8th of may.

 

This is a template, y nada más que un patrón

Entonces pues Benjamin [not Ewe] à la rue de Saint-Denis, don’t get lost in translation :

Coma frutas y verduras and don’t cut your first-born’s throat just because some “burning 🇮🇱 bush” told you to part the Red Sea while listening to Exodus and smoking a fat Marley at Pyramids (Metro line 14:21–22). Look it up, nigga’… it’s in The Bible.

 

In local news, poultry in the State of Israel³ are currently seeking pardon from Abraham’s god after Netanyahu 💩 used those stupid chickens 😇 to transfer all of his crimes against Amnesty International onto … those poor 🐔 chickens who only wanted to grow up to be “Chick’n Nuggets” at the McDo en Tel Aviv.

Samba for Ewe.

 

³~. KapParot before Yum-yum 🍩 Kapoor.

Over at the old INNOCENT’s Cemetary, The Republic might have removed the SKULLS and BONES from the fountain that stands there, but the spirits are still there remain in Châtelet, not at The Catacoms.

Back in Palestine :

Thank you, Jerge, for providing the “visuals” for today’s post, i am glad, to be a SOURCE for your [cartoonish] inspiration… ‘member now, JERGE : Know Your Chicken 🐔 you have to know your chicken.

Sources close to the, Colonel Sanders, relay that KFC’s across the so-called promised land (to Jared Kushner and associates at The U.S. Embassy in Paris, France) report numerous incidents of poultry meat catching on fire like a fucking bush.

 

With Vivid Color… and Charlotte BigBring³

³~. Whatcha gonna’ play for Mí now?

All Things Considered 📻

 

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /club-jazzafip/la-detente-organique-du-trio-de-steve-okonski

Enter through the 1st Door, exit at the place where Évry body knows your name.

If Eye eva’Get out of here… Öüï will kick Cousin Joe’s ass, —on the Run, period.

Moving on, Ambassador Stanford please step away from my favorite fascist, Giorgia Meloni, the sexiest of 🎼 Bemol. Any way, Italians 🇮🇹 are Mexicans 🇲🇽 with an accent and a blank TRICOLOR.

Any hoot, 🎶 Why don’t you love Mí, anyway : HELENA, a song about MISFITS.

Pumas… ¡¡Cachún Cachún Ra-Ra!!

And Marjolena… CANADIAN JAZZ without Doors suck, and if you add subliminal soul it’s beyond words!!! I will have none of IT!

Mostly because my battery is dead, and …

https ://www .npr .org /2026 /10/18/ noah-adams-all-things-considered-has-died

I’m dead

Notwithstanding, BENJAMIN at the Captifs, thank god for Metro line 14… all Eye needs it’s a pint a day.

… When there is a ‘Will’ a ‘Memo’ will follow, Guillermo, but don’t trust Winnie, Mandela. I know what Öüï speak of, i sleep at Nelson’s garden à Les Halles and Nelson would gladly go back to hell rather than spend a session with that bitch, again.

Trou 🕳 story doc, but now that the Juice is back let’s get it on.

If only Valérie Pécresse had the fucking imagination.

 

 

In Paris, France… the prime minister [El Cornado] turns l’Elysée into a CHEESECAKE FACTORY

³~. ou presque… now influence yourself with a Krispy Kream Doughnut, you crazy FROG!

Desde El Cielo una Hermosa tocada…

 

‘member now you fucking grammar Nazi, at the INTITUTO CERVANTES in front of The Crazy 👯‍♀️ Horse, that en Espagnol la hache es muda where it lays, except after of the letter ‘SEE’ de Check Point CHarlie.

… and Marina Le Pen, you Wild Bitch, as the First Refugee in PANAME Made-in-France, please stay tuned for “una DIANA” de Alicia Leos y Carlos Loret de Mola.

Una Diana 🏹  sin pies ni cabeza

Any 🦉 hoot, mister Macron, it’s a good thing that empty brain influencers in France don’t read my blog at La Bendita Sorbonne del colegio de Francia en Aubervilliers, which is to say mister President, fuck the EHESS and the fake karatecas de Sciences Po.

♫ I’m coming clean for Amy, Julie doesn’t scream as well³

³~. …and the cops won’t listen all night

Los Hilos de Lula y los prietos de Sheinbaum

 

Harry Potter y los hijos d’Ándres Manuel Lópéz Obrador son putos.

Give Mí, alchemy or, give me poison in my veins… Sweet 💉 Jane.

 

With the Nazis in Bahia out of the way and, Luiz Inácio LULA da Silva taking the keys of the peoples’ FUSCA it is time [now] para decir l’Indicible, pour le bien de votre crédulité!

… and Pablo Torre, never mind Taiwan, let’s go to Hong Kong for cigarros de Charleston.