28 de enero, 2008
Sabbatical day #24*
The good thing about this blog…
is that “PC” Security does not read it.
[Voz de hombre
– Last night i learned that racisim and intolerance has no color.
Meet the long lost sibling of Clayton Bigsby.
– The French, Black (White Supremacist)–
MKF83; ID EQ: 222
Caisse:23 – 28/01/2018
Resto # 25000035
17 Rue de l’Arc en Ciel
75001 Forum/Les Halles
… anygüey, the staff already covered the fact that the
The American Embassy’s The French McDo’s slogan is: Venez comme vous êtes! Because as you all already know, it was the French who invented Nirvana, Kurt Cobain, and all of Seattle’s Best.
… the staff also explained to the lovely Sarah Silverman how
The American Consulate how Starbucks, has an Open Door Policy to their Wi-Fi connectivity and to their «W.C.» porcelain and PVC tube network, anyone, and we mean anyone – from raggedy-ass clochards, to pretty-pink–baby—ass–smelling fancy BoBo’s – can walk in, sit down (what a concept, eh?) and feel free to discharge all of the French regional protected patrimoine consumed in the previous 24 to 48 hrs.
As a matter of fact, the good folks at the counter are nice enough to give out fresh plastic cups filled with water – Free Water!!! with UNLIMITED REFILLS – and did I mentioned that the French McDo’s are also decked out with urinals? Yes, you’ve read it right, equipped with urinals. We [the staff] however, have yet to find the mythical McDo with the squirting Bidet. Do let us know if you stumble across it.
ANYGÜEY: last night at the referenced McDo, listed on this digression’s sub-header, our Photojournalist-at-large, segoviaspixes was engaged in his usual nightly conversation with two of his Transylvanian acquaintances who, like our shutterbug-at-large, share the distinction of being part of a larger crowd of SDF’s (Sans Domicile Fixe) that roam the streets and live on Skid Row.
Now, for a little backstory on this, know that The Forum, at Les Halls, is one of the trendiest and most popular hangouts for wannabe ghetto gangsters, schizophrenics, crackheads, winos, plain crazy psychos, Eastern European clicks, professional stray kid thieves (urchins) and, your plain regular curmudgeonly hobo; AKA: the parisian clochard.
Segoviaspixes has seen them piss in just about every fake plant in the quad foyer area, and that’s all that he is willing to say because this post is not about listing all of the things that happen inside of “The Canopée,” which during the Fall we [the staff] identified as being in the form of a set of Snakes Eyes, and that the structure has a parallel alignment with L’axe historique de Paris or Voie Royale, etc., etc., etc…
Throughout the mall there are guards, —obviously— who try to keep things in check but for the most part, any incident short of a stabbing, a bare knuckle fight, or say: arson [por decir] and they pretty much let the above mentioned crowd do as they please. One thing they are completely intolerant of is for anyone, including tourists, getting caught sleeping anywhere in the premises during business hours… that’s what the fire exits are for!!! Just don’t get caught in there, that’s the only rule to follow.
Anygüey, there is this one security guard who for the past couple of weeks has been having a real rage problem directed at our photographer-at-large, he’s a young black fellow who as they say in San José de Las Panochas; Municipio de Mapimi, Durango, “climbed on a fucking little brick” and with the altitude attained he has developed Vertigo from the rush of power and the “authorithaaa” that the Rent-a-Cop uniform has afforded to him.
And no, Gustavo, it is not “Just My Imagination.”.
There has been times when people near our esteemed colleague, segoviaspixes, have been pissing next to a store front, but “Mr. I have a plastic badge and a CB Radio” will come directly to our friend and start giving him shit. Normally segoviaspixes just turns around and let the
fucker the feller get tired of barking, which then promps the guard to just leave.
At this point, segoviaspixes would like to add that this particular security guard is, as the people in Costa Rica say: el único negrito en El Gallo Pinto (the single dark grain of rice in the stock), because the entire cadre of Security Personnel is actually very chilled and professional, as a matter of fact the entire labor crews at the mall are pretty understanding of the peoples’ permanently living, or who are temporarily going through the Mad Season of Skid Row, but this particular fellow who for his actions last night prompted us [the staff] to break the Sabbatical once again, is right there with the fictional and most controversial character of Dave Chappell’s repertoire: Clayton Bigsby.
Last night he approached segoviaspixes and immediately asked him to leave the McDonald’s that he was just chilling in. He claimed that the manager had made a complaint specifically against him for loitering and not purchasing anything, which was a lie; in addition; next to segoviaspixes there where the two Transylvanian buddies, but the security guard said nothing to them, at the three tables to our left, the usual crowd of immigrants that sits there (usually about 6 or 10) were consuming products from Pizza Hut; Quick’s, and KFC – AND WOULD YOU BELIEVE THAT THIS MOTHERFUCKER said nothing to them!
Here’s the thing, segoviaspixes can take the hassle that comes with the living, and the walking, and the troubles of living in the GREAT URBAN OUTDOORS, but what he can’t fucking stand is a racist Son of A Bitch who starts a sentence like this:
You are in France speak French or Leave… you people are not welcome in France. France is for the French and the Europeean – Not For You People. Leave.
Here’s the thing, segoviaspixes speaks a very lackluster version of the language of Molière; yes, but when he has to, he attempts to speak it, and he usually succeeds at it.
…and for the record, Mr. “PC” Security, grantees of the Talents and Competences Visa Program, which our awesome photographer–at–large used to be the bearer of, are not even required to ENTER into Le Contrat d’Intégration Républicaine, or even make a trip to the OFII. So Take That to your NexT motherfucking shift, Mr. “PC” Security.
One thing that segoviaspixes will not Fucking do, is speak, in ANY GOD DAMN LANGUAGE to a Fascist bastard who is on a “ Respect MY Authoritah” trip.
And one last thing, Mr. “PC” Security, your job includes directing people to the proper exits, and to let them know when the exits to the Canopée-Garden close, something that you Mr. “PC” Security fail to do; and, I’ll have you know, Mr. “PC” Security, that often times one of your supuervisors has asked segoviaspixes to please let the movie-goers know (when he used to charge his Gadget by the Porte Lescot Exit) that the access to the Canopée-Garden are closed for the night.
Editor of this fucking blog.