Monthly Archives: November 2017

El gran premio de Brazile – NETSCAPE, Doubling Time, and True Lies… TimeStamp: May Day 1994.

… it’s not really your typical Baloney de Boulogne, but it damn sure looks a lot like La Mortadella de Lady Liberty. This X-MAS, don’t miss the political thriller of the season, starring Melania Trump in the re-hash version of the 1971 classic about Pork Politics. This film has not been rated, yet.

Dear Mrs. Robinson, the next time that you get the opportunity to ‘double time’, please relay to Eugene that we [the staff] find it very ammusing to learn that he finally begins “to see the passion from the Left,” or as Colonel Chris Mathews call’em: the Archie Bunker bashing liberals… or something like that! —_—. Coming up after a Cousin Joe segment, an ad paid for —by some guy named TOM…👏👏👏 COUSIN JOE, please feel free to go ahead and use the same power that you invoked and displayed just the other day (during Colonel Chris Matthews, RFK’s book presentation). Just go ahead and relay to Alex to go ahead and “apologize to whomever he needs to apologize” and substitute that political ad [paid for by a guy named TOM] for every Donnie Deutsch segment during the next hour or so.

Friday, November the 3rd, 2017…
🎤 And the beat goes on…

CLAP, CLAP, CLAP; BRAVO, a-la-bio-A-la-Ban—A LA BIN-BON-BAN: TOM, TOM, RA-RA-RA… Encore, Cousin Joe: Encore! … “Play it again, Sam”.

“Run! Rabbit run. Dig that hole…

El lup-dup latiente de un Corazón,
El tic tock del Tiempo mecanizado,
La matraca de la caja registradora y el ching-ching de la marmaja que en su va y ven van generando mercados y divisas y,
La risa de un desquiciado
que se va mezclando con el sonido de las aspas de un helicóptero
—o mismo—
con El Sonido sofocado de una metralla con cadencia moderada,
Y eso, pues, eso sólo puede significar una cosa:
It’s TIME for a Soundless (Eargasm).

La última vez que un Buen Elemento
—se desdobló—
Ayrton llevaba las de ganar
dando vueltas y vueltas arriba de su bólido en un circuito de Bolonia… Flashback to 1973 is courtesy of Pink Floyd and The Dark Side of The Moon… Stick around, because Ari Melver has some questions for that fucker… ay-ay-ay… there we [the staff] go again… we meant to say: has some questions for that Zuckerberg guy.

Weeks before, back in 1994, an Honorable member of the 27th Club just decided to Leave the Building.

Towns and cities along the Interstate 5 section of The Puget Sound, were still in shock from what the TALKING HEADS described as a shotgun suicide.

Semanas después de aquél impactante día en Seattle, al otro lado del mundo se celebraba un primaveral día de carreras en San Marino; mientras tanto los Franceses (en Chicago) celebraban el 1 de mayo; The Real INTERNATIONAL LABOR DAY,
—y no las chingaderas—
—ni las mamadas—
de Los Llamados “Tailgate Parties” del Labor Day Weekend, patrocinados por monopolios y transnacionales…
—y por supuesto—
Walmart™ .

—Mark— … by-the-güey, back in 1994, was fourteen days fresh of completing his first decade as an X Y Z member of this plane that [we] mortals call: the 3rd Dimension. Who knows what Mark was doing at the time, but in order to put the notion of this thing, called “the” Fabric of Time, in laymans terms, Zuckerberg still had at least two years to finish up his American Apple Pie basic education… —Oh, the humanity— and the irony of his vulgar display of Loyalty to a RUSSIAN (hand-picked) PRIME MINISTER named Dimitri Medeveden, and the shade that —MARK— gave to a U.S. Congressional Hearing… 🎵 And I’m proud to be an american ‘Cus at least I know I’m Free… don’t forget to like US on facebook!

Dear Donald Trump Jr., lovely picture of your kid with a “Trick-or-Treat” basket, you, however, are an entitled silver-spoon “Fortunate Son”… of a Throphy Wife. And by this, I [Armando Segovia] mean that you should —indeed, you Son of a Bitch— teach your kids what Jesus The Christ is said to have preached, and not what those fake ass Duck Dynasty peddle, for “the” Good News… Ya’ Fucken sorry excuse for a gun operator.

Hey, “liddle” Donnie, did you think that I [Armando Segovia] was going to post a picture of you kid, naaaah; it’s been done already.

Say Donny, why don’t you go and fight in your Daddy’s new Wars. Ha’bout that for a change?

Surely, you and that brother of yours, have it in you… don’t-ya? Say that you do, Donnie, say that you do. Please, Silver-Spoon Satirist; say that you have it in you. “This message is paid for by Armando Segovia: Impeach “liddle” Donald Trump’s father from 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.”

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… We are experiencing technical difficulties and rolling black outs… We’ll be right back. TimeStamp: 16h30 on an early Saturday evening post…

Malgre soi, Ari, guess what? Yup, the Sun sank down in front of us [the staff] last night, before we could perform a backup and an update, now Ari, with this being a live operation, often times we run the same risks that your guest, from American Horror Story… What’s his name on the streets? Runs into; es decir, that things may turn into a soup sandwich… hold that thought. … Anyway, please relay to Cousin Joe to send that pretty “liddle” iPhone so that we can double time and avoid further soup sandwiches. … “M. Zuckerberg, qui effectue sa première visite en Russie, a de son côté salué les talents des Russes en matière de programmation.” … Of course he did, of course he saluted the minions at the Russian Farm. Of course he did… in real time and not with a virtual reality element like he did with Puerto Rico. … “Il a expliqué être venu “car il y a ici de formidables programmeurs des applications de réseaux sociaux, de merveilleux programmeurs et pas seulement de Facebook”, dans des propos traduits en russe.” … No sir, not just for facebook, but also for Russian intelligence cyber war rooms. … “… and now you know, the rest of the story”. Paul Harvey; “Good day.” TimeStamp: 17h30 CET on a early Saturday evening post; 2 de noviembre 2017.

Here’s a list of bookface “likes”

1. Energía de la nueva consciencia (entrevista) con el Dr. Jean Pierre Garnier Malet, especializado en física hidráulica; “La Ciencia del Desdoblamiento del Tiempo Al Servicio del Hombre.” Vía: 🇦🇷 mantrafm.com.ar… https :// youtube .com /watch?v=8HH0POgycbo

2 The good people at Peacock Central still mourn the passing of Circus promoter, and Wu-Tang Clan sticker aficionado John Heilemann. The ex host of “With All Due Respect” suffered a Sheer Heart Attack after learning last week that his wingman Mark Halperin could not make it to Mika Brzinzki’s “Know Your Value” forum. Mr. Heilemann is survived by Mark Mckinnon, Willie Geist and of course, Chuck Todd. Via: the mojo of Cousin Joe on his morejo show on msnbc: https :// youtube .com /watch?v=ntj9q3hwbh0

3 Melber to Mark Zuckerberg… Via: https ://youtube .com /watch?v=vRNMsmhS7zE

4 Melber to “liddle” Donald Trump Jr… Via: West–France; https://www .ouest-france .fr /monde/etats-unis/halloween-la-lecon-de-politique-de-donald-trump-jr-sa-fille-irrite-twitter-5352062

5 facebook par AFP: http ://www .cnewsmatin .fr /technologie/2012-10-01/mark-zuckerberg-rencontre-dmitri-medvedev-145870  •—_—•. The things that happen when the School curriculum lacks a Civics block set of hours in the school calendar year… Go Ahead Alex at Control Room A3, make an AnAgRaM of that! Here’s a hint: it ryhmes with Socialism. • Joy Reed, please join us in the AnAgRaM game; “for a Dollar, albeit a Canadian Dollar: find an obscure word for Collective Compromise! • Chuck Todd, Chuckyyy… is msnbc ready to take back The Republic? Goooooooo DODGERS, there’s always next season.

http://www.msnbc.com/morning-joe/watch/virginia-gubernatorial-candidate-defends-his-record-1082756675725

AnAgRaM: http://www.msnbc.com/morning-joe/watch/virginia-gubernatorial-candidate-defends-his-record-1082756675725

On today’s menu: Calaveras fusionadas

2 de noviembre

… Context from Carol O’Conner and George Jefferson follows, hillarity ensues when Chico and The Man welcome back John Travolta into the “scene”… Stick Around.

Mr. Crowley makes his rounds

Straight from the pages
of the Book of Law
and at the 11th hour
Míster Crowley made his Rounds.
Staff Sgt. Nico Wallace hosted him.

Corría la 2da Entrada y,
Los Astros contaban con el monopolio del garrote y,
los que entienden d’estas cosas —saben bien,
de que estando fuera de su inundada casa,
era pues, la parte alta del Séptimo Encuentro de un juego de béisbol..

Comme d’Habitude,
Monsieur Crowley — a Sylph!
Navigated dimensions through The Astros,
to Dodge his way—onto 5th Ave.

Coincidió por esos mismos instantes por un cuadrante del espacio sideral,
de que Míster Crowley ya se aproximaba a nuestra dimensión.
La ninfa Ondina lo divisó…
y caprichosa como a veces
[la muy linda-hermosa]
suele ser, le dice al silfo:
“Aire de otra dimensión,
tú por aquí no puedes cruzar”..

The Armillary Sphere at 30 Rock was the gateway; for it is the only way that Air
(… the Element of Aquarius)
can beat a Gnome and his properties: Earth… and all of his Fucking walls…

Sin embargo…
ya para cuando a Míster Crowley
le llegó la advertencia de la pinche ninfa,
—Ondina—
… pues, digamos de que ese cabrón,
—el silfo—
ya estaba centrado en ese retículo innecesario, vacío y mamón de la zona del strike que últimamente se aparece
¡en la pantalla de Fox Sports!
Así que desde el otro lado del espectro de esa señal satelital,
Míster Crowley ya sabía, por conducto de Sports Illustrated,
—que en el 2017—
y con Los Astros,
él iba a conectar,
y de esa manera, pues él se iba:
a desdoblar… .

The last time that he walked the Earth,
Míster Crowley had the unfortunate hassle of having to deal with a fascist douche
—and a “liddle” racist man—
this time, however,
The treat to Humanity
Came in the form of an artificially sun-tanned and bigoted President of the United States, of a place called “Murica”…
—or something like that—
while in the watery depths of the bottom of The Seven Seas, back in the “Roaring Twenties,”
Míster Crowley had to compete with one of Neptune’s pets,
its name: Cthulhu…
but today, as he strolled down East Houston Ave., (pronounced as HOUSEton, not as in Sam HEeee_UuuSss-Tonnn)
—just off of the Williamsburg Bridge—
it was back to the Acropolis…
A fucking version of the Kraken nightmare was wrapping his “liddle” god-damn suckie tentacles on every Vesica Pisces that crossed his path…
Europe, Africa, América, Asia, Australia, and maybe even Antarctica (since it’s FuCkinG melting, now a days).
The twist, however,
was that this grubby fucker was not necessarily speaking Greek…
and that’s all that this narrator is going to say..,
because we don’t want to end up like the dead “comic strippers” at
Charlie Hebdo, or gagged in jail.

“RELEASE THE KRAKEN”.  Señoras y señores, lo que sigue se tiene que leer en la voz del “buen” Elemento, LIAM NEESON, aka: ‘Garganta Profunda’… Sólo así, niños y niñas, se puede lograr sobrevivir a los elementos del llamado WaterGate… o mismo: EL RUSSIA-GATE.. Context follows, foto por:Staff—COPYLEFT!

TIMESTAMP… 23h00 CET

 Dear, Ari Melver:

… al regresar: Ayrton Senna goes out with a bang. Starring, Jean Pierre Garnier, Malet.

We, the Staff, trust…

“That you [too] can be Centerfield!”.

… Next time, however, sport the dang-on Cap… do it for the “Sound”.

… ICI MI querido Gato Todd, ¿a que ni tú ni Ari sabián que El Desdoblamiento, también lo inventarón Los Franceses?

… complete cast follows.

It’s Spirits Day today… y mañana Día de los Muertos

1 de noviembre, 2017

El Espectro… foto de archivo. Originally published on Oct. 31st, 2015 under the headlîe: Tigerlilly y la ley anti-Armando. —_~ Rue de Chevaleret, altura con la estación Bibliothèque F. Mitterand

Did you know that it was the French… who invented “El Pan de Muerto” and the “Day of The Dead” [1]. And that it was the British who perfected that celebration by “shaking it” with Craig, —Daniel Craig.

Hold that thought, Colonel Matthews… because when we return: Let’s Play Hardball!… but first, “with all due respect” it’s time for Breaking The News. —_—.  John Heilemann, a long-time sticker fanatic of an urban colective who call themselves “The Wu-Tang Clan,” suffered a heart attack late Friday night (last week) after learning that his ‘wingman’ Mark Halperin, let Mika and Cousin Joe down… Hold That Thought, we’ll be right back with let’s play hardball with Colonel Chris Matthews…. GOOOOOO, DODGERS!

The good thing about this nonconsequential blog is that los Espíritus nunca vienen a visitar este espectro protocolario de los Interwebs.

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Motivation vs. Hate… [3]
“Let’s play hardball”
with Col. Chris Matthews

Legacy politics and opposing viewpoints: an American Original Story.  •—_—•  Hey there, Cousin Joe, please relay to Colonel Matthews that the next segment is nothing personal, as a matter of fact, there was a time that we,[the staff] would leave the Internet Streaming Machine on during his show. Our favorite part of his schtick would of course be the opening line, the fast interrogation style that he uses when addressing his guests, and the final thought. I will never forget that time during the first presidential debate of 2016, when he said: it’s too late, they are already in—they have stormed the castle!… or something like that, if i had access to Mr. Peacock’s archives, that would be the first “talking meme” that i would upload on this unconsecuential blog… ANYGÜEY, Cousin Joe, the Carmen Aristegui segment regarding a Salvatore “Mooney” “Sam” “Capo de Tutti” Giancana files with RFK, —follows.

1968… to put the following analysis into context let me first tell you, Colonel Matthews, how i feel about the loss of Robert F. Kennedy by a guy with a redundant name like say, José José, Polo Polo,  Django Django, or Los Dug Dug (all of ’em artistic names) except for the one that made of the Bonaventure’s kitchen a landmark name: Sirhan Sirhan.

Anygüey, Colonel Matthews, i shead a tear; and i wasn’t even born yet! Just like that time that i shead another tear —a few weeks later on October the 2nd, three months later (give or take) after “Bobby” Kennedy’s hit… and again, Colonel Matthews, i wasn’t even born yet but still, i shead a tear.

MINUTO 3, con 54 SEGUNDOS: “El interés de matar a Fidel, contra el odio de Robert F. Kennedy hacía la mafia…” palabras más o palabras menos, Cousin Joe, RFK, might have been in your own words, “a though Son of a Bitch”, but in his dealings with the mob to get rid of Castro, he was a bit of hypocritical bitch too! Don’t you think? Think about it, Cousin Joe, a historical parallel to that Machiavellian recourse of the means in an equation is the same algorithm that gave US the Taliban and ISIS… intel on that last statement follows.

Sources:

Coincidentemente, cuentán los que llorarón aquél día allí, de que uno de los primeros McDonald’s que abrieron sus puertas en Francia fue precisamente en frente del sitio de Cluny… La próxima vez que divisemos a doña Vilma confirmaremmos esa Fuente … Por mientras sólo hay que apuntar de que así, pues, son los sincretismos culturales, o mismo los “Clunilnarios“.

1. “En Cluny tenía que ser“. Dato sobre los orígenes del Dia de Los Muertos llega por cortesía del Instituto Nacional de Antropología y Historia; VÍA /r/mexico.  http://www.inah.gob.mx/es/boletines/1485-origenes-profundamente-catolicos-y-no-prehispanicos-la-fiesta-de-dia-de-muertos-2

Las tres etapas… foto de archivo originalmente publicada el 1 de noviembre del 2015, en “Efeméride Actualizada”. —_—. Rue de Chevaleret, altura con la estación Bibliothèque F. Mitterand. Foto capturada por armando segovia / segoviaspixes 2015 (CreativeCommons Intl. Lic. 4.0 /By/NC/SA).

2. …

3. Aristegui, C. “Esto revelán los archivos de JFK sobre políticos mexicanos“. Entrevista con Raymundo Riva Palacio; 27/10/2017. Vía: youtube; https ://youtube .com /watch?v=jZ9t92jGdPk

4.

“Narco de narcos“

http ://excelsior .com .mx /nacional /2017 /10/31/1198216

Just–In–Time coincidental tangent

…Context follows. TimeStamp: the Bottom of the First on the Cousin Joe morning show… In French that means that it is 11h00 CET.