Friday, May 8th 2018.
The following must be read in a Brian Williams Voice, and at Saint Patrick’s Cathedral it’s the 11 th Hour— and yes, Joey: it’s the Weekend Edition continuum— and in Normandy it’s three minutes to Five: it’s Impressionist time.
Maybe it’s all of the Sounds of White Noise in Israel about how the First Lady never sold her body for sex, or maybe it’s all the talk about a working actress getting paid by Donald Trump’s lawyer, but on day 505 of the Trump administration, it’s time to take out the moisturizer, or some kind of lube cream like that, eh.
TimeStamp: autour de Saint Sulpice it’s 10h35
in Central Europe Time and the Sirens wont let me lie… “There’s a Devil on the LUZ”… anda suelto and he’s taking the « greatest circus on planet Earth » to Singapour.
Still to come… it’s The Eleventh Ho… or something like that…
Dear, Rudy Giulliani: “Can Ewe hear me knocking”, Ewe probably can’t, because Ewe wouldn’t read this most inconsequential blog, No Sir—not Ewe! Because ewer a “class” act, instead, i picture ewe as a loyal subscriber to French magazines where aspiring « Slobo Hobo Babe’s » take their clothes off to show their thingies for the delight of truckers on the road or « werewolfs » on the ‘interwebs’.
Anygüey, Rudy « Guignol » Giulliani right now the timestamp is about “The One That Got Away”… Small Change for a nice fellow like Waits, eh! 11h45 in Central Europe coinage.
The good thing about this most “UnWorthy” blog is that Jim Vandehei or his very Worthy interns don’t follow it, because if they did, then they might begin to “attach highlighted pdf’s to emails” of the major newspapers to communicate with the staff.
Jesus Christ, Mr. Vandehei, those sure are some WORTHY observations on the SOP at the Oval Office, eh? In the words of newly promoted, Gral. Chris “colt” Matthews [playing the role of Caroll O’Connor] “tell me something I don’t know”… please don’t go the way that buzzfeed went with Reddit… “Can Ewe smell what [this] Rock is cooking?”
Right now, Jeff Beck is playing that sticky icky stuff for our man at the E.P.A… yes indeed — yes indeed at Eighteen Hundred and Eight in Central Europe Time it was O.I.L. the favorite moisturizer of the Government of the Motherfucking People and the God Damned Republican party of the United States of America.
In L.A it is still Friday: and the 11th hour is ready to turn the page with the “One that got away*”… when we [the staff return it will still be Weekend edition — SFC “Oddball” accepted and has already compleated his mission and achieved his objective… Right Now, the original ‘Mother Russia’s’ LYNOTYPE is in Californian hands and the misfits from the 321 AR Division are waiting for further instructions on which front to overtake in order to reverse engineer the 2015–2016 Russian “social media” below the waist attack.
From the Source:
Muhammad Ali didn’t need no stinking badges, nor any Greek Gold—and He certainly doesn’t need “your*” fucking pardon, because he —unlike you, he is still The Greatest.
* “your” executive pardon, Mr. president.