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, —sucks. In 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.

Domingo de Pascua and your average little devil : the political clown

It’s a hard job, but someone’s got to make those fucking conformists laugh.

Évry body wants to be a comedian, even the Pope… can Ewe believe that he’s a Communist!!! Dios mío, en el nombre del Padre, de Juan Pablo II y, la santísima Reich!

 

And we begin in Avignon, where the French Pope, yes Doctor Poisson, I’m going there, to the Pope’s castle there on account that a populist Clown, from the “télématin” troupe (no less) just made people there poorer-than your average Frog ; also, ANATOLI DUROV quit the Big Top and dropped the KISS costume and instead, Anatoli is taking on the role of a different species of comedian on account that the French in Avignon just invented a mouvement called “the stand-up”.

https ://www .ladepeche .fr /2026/04/05 /le-nouveau-maire-davignon-olivier-galzi-augmente-de-35-les-indemnites-de-ses-adjoints-dont-sa-propre-compagne

Time After Time since at least 2010, i (Armando Segovia) have been telling the Evil fuckers at la préfecture de París (Cité) that your (French) politics will go the way of a Mexican tómbola, but you just keep playing the “POPULIST CINEMA” con MORENA-Francia and the Nazi Right 👍🏻… by the way Susana Poveda, Brian is in the kitchen and Öüï could careless about a boy named Isaac 😂☺️😉

En fin, Judas did nothing wrong, all that Judas did/do was to pull an Olivier Galzi, —on the sect’s allowances. If anything, Oliver Galzi kept two municipal cops (each) from roaming them Doms.

https ://www .jornada .com.mx /2026/04/05/lula-is-the-only-possibility-to-SAVE-democracy-in-brasil

Ahora sí, a chingar a su madre Buenos Aires, y que vivan los que saben cómo se hace reír a Janeiro en Avignon, Issy-Eye-Will get you D.A.R.E….

Porn and politics

… ✈️ Shockingly, over in Durango :

Men ‘mock’ the devil this Holy Saturday by dressing as women

It’s the Status Quo, and not an Eminence Front.

 

… and, Eddie Gloude Jr., in case you missed it, is Epstein even a thing now? Child care is not, but now that politics angle is keeping the Voto Latino crowd up at night, all that’s left is Victorian porn on the BBC.

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En Hilo, Hawaii it’s still SÁBADO DE GLORIA and a fake ICE agent got what EVERY MOTHERFUCKING ICE agent deserves from an angry mob³. In Washington, Jeffrey Epstein reminds the U.N. that Donald John Trump is a false Easter egg.

³~.https ://www .elsiglodetorreon .com .mx /hombres-se-burlan-del-diablo-en-este-sabado-de-gloria-vistiendo-de-mujer

Bone Spurs Messiah

 

Deer Susana Poveda — stop being a cunt

Hoy no hubo Jazz (KIZS)

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /club-jazzafip /carte-blanche-a-gildaa–

Barba-ran — In Washington, President Donald “bone 🪖spurs” Trump cannot believe it’s butter 🧈 but Senator McCain from ARIZONA reassures that DRAFT-dodging-YELLOW BELLY that in War, when someone actually serves and does not hide (or shit his pants like Nugent did) there is a running risk that the service person might die or, s/he-them be turned into a POW/MIA.

 

i is too drunk to fuck, but level enough to
[ fill in the blanks ]

 

[ This Space for Rent… paid for Évry dancE ]

En fin Gilda, shut your pie hole, Évry body knows that Doctor Poisson is just a “gigolos” and Breakfast in America is just a complement for that there Super Tramp 💋 —kiss.

Later on the Bone Spurs Show : nosotros los Warthogs y ustedes los Thunderbolts, followed by Two BLACKHAWKS DOWN in Iran.

 

What Ewe gots for Mí?

C’mon., now don’t Ewe quit on Mí 

Politicians need to keep their distance, sin celery, The Space 🚀 Cowboy 🪶… and Jackie Alemany, Öüï, we, güi—D.A.T. dare is an Old Ironside, Leclerc de Hauteclocque would understand ; Donald Trump’s dad, that piece of shit never, never-EVER, ever.

Brasil, is it?

That’s kiss with a smack.