Monthly Archives: November 2018

No hay fecha que no se llegue.

Esto es un Intermedio avant la Hora Cero Countdown.

Intermedio.

El siguiente segmento es traído hasta usted por cortesía del Grupo 86400 segundos de Alcoholicos Sin  Seudónimos… Grupo Ochenta y Seis Mil Cuatrocientos segundos.

TimeStamp?
…anyone?
TimeStamp, anyone?
Anyone got a TimeStamp?
Any Güan?

Porque, !Señora!
Que no le digan…
las primeras horas en cualquier transformación
son cruciales,
y precisamente, señora:
pa’que no le vayan a contar.

Coming attractions:
SPECTACLES, with Eugene Robinson
on today’s episode
It’s the making of “Boludo”
The making of Boludo…
Starring Donald Trump
as…

… Iissac Spectacles follow.

Boludo: faltan quince para pasar a las 20 horas de tu partida.

PELOTERO A LA BOLAHHHHHHHH!

TimeStamp:20.20 in Central Siren Time.

… and the intermission comes to an end.
Don’t miss next week’s installment of
SPECTACLES.
Episode 2; The making of Boludo,
starring Donald Trump…
Only on C–SPAN del Ocho.
It’s C–Span en Espagnol, bato, —Cleto.

Stay tuned for more Spectacles.

Oh, hey Hallie Jackson, it’s media después de la hora de la milonga

In-house Advertorial

InSPEC 112018
Time budget: toda una vida
TimeSlot: Nostalgia.
Host: Jorge Saldaña
Invitados especiales: las sirenas y las esposas.
Teloneros: La Julia y los gendarmes.
Location: un Oasis en la pampa argentina.

… later at the 9 o’Clock hour in Buenos Aires times, it’s Eugene Robinson, with: That’s not really the Bossa–Nova

In this episode, Donald Trump sells “trump branded” frozen steaks to Mr. Macri, hilarity ensues when world leaders drive their Argentinean hosts at the G–20 to avoid putting them in the same breathing space… meanwhile, across the  Andes Trump renames “the” NAFTA deal. Katty Kay has Buzzfeed’s details.

“Not on my watch”, dice AMLO a canciller aprendíz: Tiene usted 26 horas para cerrar ese acuerdo; sentenció el patrón de la esposa de John Mill Ackerman. €¥£&$—-—~~~,,,\*> Mean, while Trump is in La Argentina, John Bolton insisted that the colors of the countdown to La Cuarta be done in The Red/White/Blue pattern… president Macron, being Jupiter, and all… flipped the scheme of said colors to match his trusas.

Happening right now at the Brit box, Donald Trump presides over the Last Day in office of Enrique Peña Nieto, Invitado especial, Justin Tee de Ca•Na•Da. ad náuseam occurs when the three podiums for the ceremony reminds The World, quién manda en Las Malvinas.

Coming up after the 14.20 hour break, Agent Angle is live inside the main intestine y desde allí mero, pibe, nos explica como funciona la escatología por ese sector… de amarre, para acompañar a las patatas bravas de Fco. Franco, recortamos un Chile.

Así se mueve La Mierda”, by Agent Angle… in Bibliotecas « Here, there and everywhere ».

It’s the 32nd hour in the Countdown for La Cuarta

From La Plata.
Santiago Badcock reports…

President Macron an his Chinese counterpart, Whinnie The motherfucking Phoo was were the first to arrive a La Milonga.

“Como La Concha de la puta de tu madre que te parió, you little bitch”, le dijo Vladimir a Donald Trump antes de que ambos se dirigieran en sus respectivas naves rumbo a La Milonga.

Mean, while Trump was fucked (with the Muller investigation) President Putin advised his stupid ass to take on the role of su chingada madre (que en paz descanse), as opposed to the cross armed baby pose, which his dumb–ass stiriked at the G–7 just a couple of news cycles ago in this season’s political ShowStopper: All The Globe is A motherfucking Stage.

TimeStamp: 20 para las Ocho de la mañana en París…

ISSY, mientras el G–20… pasa, en los alrededores del Elíseo los chalecos amarillos organizarón una comitiva para “dialogar” con don Lalo, mayordomo del palacio en la avenida más bonita de El Globo, according to the very French, mientras Jupiter anda Jupiteriando por el coño Sur… MIENTRAS Jupiter anda Jupiteriando por ¡EL CONO Sur!!!, no por el coño sur… Chi•hua•hua, pero qué coño con este otro extremo de desmadrosos, neta quesí—pariente.

Ciinco para las once… CET

MIENTRAS EL G–20 PASA 

Entonces, pues, mientras el G–20 pasa, El Público está siendo conectado a un mundo paralelo en dónde el nombre Chevy Chase era una ciudad en Maryland allá cuando los Estados Unidos Americanos eran aliados de Francisco Franco.

Eye’m Chevy Chase and Ewe are not. Right now it’s 11.20 in CENTRAL NATO TIMES

Eye’m Chevy Chase and Ewe are not, but if you could be my bodyguard—ΞγΞ can Call Ewe βetty—and Betty you can call Vladimir your Handler.

Más información sobre la salud de Francisco Franco en unos momentos con opinión de La Generalissima Elise Jordan, experta en novelas de Pablo Neruda… o algo así.

Relance: Last Call for papers. Una Comedia de Enredos

Swedish sirens, do it.

We [the staff] don’t select the mermaids, we just hear’em as they surface.

Dicho de otra manera, la única forma de dejar una huella de tiempo como prueba de que el evento se hace en vivo, mi querida Marianna, pues se hace por medio de tus medios públicos. Lo mismo se hace con, en ese mismo sentido, con el ganado de los msnbc, por poner un ejemplo.

Mira

If we [the staff], would carry with us the legal authority to StampMark each of one of the entries on this blog, we would most certainly DO IT.

We [the staff] would. It only takes one or three seconds to type, “TimeStamp: yada–yada_sinefeld,” but there’s no rush in that.

So instead we screen–grab the fip out of the Sirens, and Zig–Zag™️ the themes and references into a synchronized silent dialog with specific echos from the transcrips in each frame. Try Timing that in real time.

Anyhow.

For the record, and in the interest of being as transparent as possible, it’s the 23 hundred hours of the day. It’s 1 day, 17 hours, and 00 minutes until the countdown for the first Sunday in 2024 begins to grow into a memory with every click on that clock and, when the next president of Mexico will be furnished with a Report Card for his intrepid and populist attempt to transform the land of Tunas, o como les dicen los francececes al producto de la penca del nópal: hijo de la barbaridad Higo de la barbaridad; y no “hijo de la barbaridad”, porque eso es otra cosa y en ese guión todavía falta convencer a Salma Hayek para que se ponga las prendas de “la chingada”, o sea la verdadera Madre de todos los mexicanos, cuál trinche Virgen de Guadalupe ni que Ocho Cuartos.

Entonces pues, Salma, the following screen-grab contains an official notice from the Préfecture de Police in Paris, asking the writer[s] of this most inconsequential blog about the status of a Catch–22–like process that started with the proposition of gathering interviews and real–time news data about the Sexenio (six–year term in office) of the winner of the 2012 Mexican Election —and, this is a very important element of the story, — as viewed from abroad.

“Hay quienes ven esto como un Vaso medio Vacio, pero también hay quienes lo ven como un Vaso medio Lleno. Verlo así, es pensar, —joven”. El Heraldo de México.

Do you Marianne, know where Enrique Peña Nieto’s ( the winner of the 2012 election) expectations went, and especially with regards to the re-booting of The Year Of Mexico in France? Los Amigos de México en Francia, should… o mismo:

🎵 Sing it again. Let’s all get up and dance to a SON that was a hit before Your mother (Morena–Francia) was born… do Ewe recognize the lyrics? These might help: 🎺🎶 Ay–Ay ¡Ay— HAY!!! Canta y no llores, porque cantando se Alegra Cielito Lindo —“el pueblo bueno”.

 

 

Ale! Marianne… Live forever? Definitely Maybe it’s 6 o’Clock

“Like a workhorse caught in a Stable”… o un periodista en un Oasis, o mismo en un baño Turco.

Oh, hey Billy G, you must have met Caroline… but have you met Marianne? Ah!!! Let me tell ya’ Man, La Grange ain’t got Jack on them set of Legs.

A Lasting Warning, and Trump’s bandoleón–wide web of LIES en Argentina FOLLOWS. Stick around.

Yo soy Armando Segovia y la edición en Ah–prietos, starts, Right Now after the 20 minute hash-mark.

Please Stand–by for Signal Identification:

Bienvenida morena… faltan 2 días, 3 horas y Cero minutos para el 1 de diciembre a las 9 de la mañana, Tiempo del Centro, –el centro de México— no el Centro de ustedes, o el de los López–Obradoristas. En París son las 13 horas.

Frequency hop:
The Following must be read with a Sonny de Valdés announcer voice in the key of Ángel Fernández.

Ladies in Gemeni, live from the Faber & Faber limited arena at The Sands in Les Halles on The güey to the Forum.

SIRIUS EDITIONS and Titan Books,
in collaboration with Ciné Vintage
and Golden Canelo Boy and Longhorn Press presents:

KATANA vS. Harley Davidson… The Brawl for A Few Dollars More.

12–rounds of main–Streaming horror Brand Snatching in the middle of a Freejack recall of Yellow Colored Autobots®️ and freelance automatons and androids across the TONKA and Concept Artists UNIVERSES–es–es, ese, as the Very French use of a yellow-colored “attention getting” glove compartment emergency habit, —or boring garment— as their “trapo de guerra” en la contienda por puto litro de gasolina continua en el melodrama de la Historia del primer quinquenato de Jupiter.

TimeStamp: almost Veinte para Las Tres in Central NATO Time… Eye Want—Your… yes Sirens, you’ve guessed it: Eye Want Your SEX.

BREAKING THE NEWS: HEY MR. MUSIC… this is SOME SERIOUS SHIT, The “mighty dread” and Reggae Music is now un Patrimonio de La Humanidad… and Ewe know what, without the Ganja none of it would have happened, “Yeah Mon”… Jamaica, Rocks… steady—nenah.

16.00 hours in Central NATO Time

Allez! Marianna, thanks for the ale… Jazz Central follows. This message will self–destroy following the execution of  Sirius Error 16, which is code for “Trial” period is Over… Kafka follows… KAF•TA,  not Kafka, —follows. It’s Lebanese night… where’s the Moon at?

TimeStamp: 19 hundred hours in Central NATO TIMES.

Vamo’ Marianna, picha de nuez… Eye know You Love Me, at 19:03 on Central Siren Den, it’s Live, but that frame there is Not, we [the staff] repeat it Is Not The Bossa Nova, You just don’t know it yet.

12:09 CET… NewsFlash… with all them ese’s

ISSY, Miss Hyde is going to be sippi with whatever it is that people drink in Mississippi.

According to The Rage over at peacock central, casi esquina con La Avenida de Las Americas (sin acento), there are not enough suburban voters in Mississippi, and that is the reason that the final result of the last run-off of the 2018 verguiza on trumpism, favored the Republican party instead of the democratic ticket.

Anygüey, with all them, —what’s the plural form for the letter ‘S’, ese?, en fin, no importa —lo que importa es de que con todasesas ‘eses’ en la nomenclatura de Mississippi no se haga una Suburban, sin embargo, expertoscercanos a los dos Eyes ( o sea los pp’s) de ese mismo estado afirman que si los ‘herederos del Señor de la plantación’ ganaron esa elección, lo hiceron gracias a que en el orden de la lista

la ‘ese’ de se•ño•ra•ge, tiene que dejar atrás el sen•der•is•mo sen•ti•men•tal de los se•pa•ra•tis•tas de Antebellum… ay’n el momento menos pensado de lo ses•ga•do SE va a llegar a su•burb•ia,

en dónde según nos cuenta Steve Kornaki, allí mero “se dan los democratas”.

PUBLICITÉ
medias libération, petites annonces…
etc., etc., etcetera.

… pssst’, hey you.
Yeah you, with the Waterloo Sunset look in your face.
La porte está abierta. Step right in and suit up in a full NutCracker uniform to re-create our great leader’s Inauguration.

Step right in. El espacio está abierto… 🎵 your daddy’s rich and your ma‘ (Thorton) is good-lookin… }-—-~~~\,,,*>  SPEC PC 101
Client: Ici Pub Mama Thorton
Location: Vintage de la rue de Ravioli

Perhaps the Mad hatter* could interest you in one of our latest arrivals, the Androgynous line of kick–ass casual coats from The Lazarus Man brand.

Even Stevie can see that Bolton is full of shit… and yes, Stevie, wonders how this motherfuckers got into power? He really, really wonders.

* hey, it’s International put your fucking Make Mushrooms Great Again hat week!!!)

TimeStamp: 20 para las Cuatro at Wolf Central on the Soprano’s Underground Garage. Stick Around, Jazz Macarons and Jupiter come down to Eart.

At the movies:

A special MxMás Edition of:
Eye saw Bonnie kissing a Disco Ball
And
The Scream That Would Not DIE!!!
Only in Arabic.

… do Ewe believe in Magik? Dial Black.

17.13 in CET: Zimmerman is Serving the Lord Commander…or someone with that kind of Rank in the Files at Billboard.

Previously… on Mercantilism

On our last episode of Mercantilism, when Capitalism reaches it’s Zen Space, (by Armando Segovia) our hero Bumblebee had landed in Paris in the middle of yet, another motherfucking scirmmage*.

*  It’s really the French National Sport.

Mean, while the President of the Russia was repossesing a pair of ‘porta aviones’ from the Ukranians, after his décrèpit fleet of only one polluting decaying fossil–fuel vessel had gone the way of the Soviet, his low’ball bitch in the U.S. of A., Donald Trump, was attentively studying new Doctrines on how to rule and control ‘the’ mass media from a Murderous Decepticon regime in Saudi Arabia.

La cosa se puso interesante cuando not far from the Opéra house, where Bumblebee had originally landed, Dirt Rocket and Wreck–Gar had just crossed over into the City of Lights where LES PILLARDS were milking the fuck out of our main muse’s gas pipelines.

ISSY, the unthinkable had happened, los PiPoPes de Hichicolandía had infiltrated** the Total™️ fuel delivery pipelines.

** …_much like Diego Luna, Armando Àlvarez and the Colombian narcos had done in a different universe bubble with planes and sea vessels filled with all kinds of Sweets for my Sweet, and sugar fo’ my Honey)

Anygüey, dear non–readers it’s 11 a.m. in Central NATO Time.
Coming up on the Energy Wars, Chanel 34*** the Lithium fix on the Sirius Freq
it’s time for, who else???
Yellow LEDbeter, and guys over at the Oasis in the Middle Eastern Sands
please don’t look back in ANGER… please not today.

Not on Madison’s Avenue GREEN DAY!

*** Channel 34
Fernando Valenzuela’s Jersey’s Dial
and elLay’s favorite UHF signal
ahora también en ESPAGNOL.
Consider this a WARNING,
Billy Joe, BULL on PARADE follows.

… but first, no self-respecting brainstormed script on Mercantilism would be worth its Rally around The FAMILY without a word of our non-sponsors at the Mad seasons Vintage on the rue de Ravioli, casi esquina con La MANGA de Saint-Jacques en Paname.

PUBLICITÉ — “Dial Black”… for “The Children of Paradise”

Spec: PC 140
Client: Channel 8
Location: l’Eglise Saint–Séverin
TimeSlot: La Petit Histoire de France
Voice Actor: El mismo cabrón que se la pasa gritando “Señora”.

TimeNow: 02 minutes to 19.00 at Soprano Central in EST.

The Thing about death, is that the very French went ahead and invented It… anygüey, Cousin Joe, it’s Wednesday already at the Latin Quarter in Paris and, the time is 2 o’Clock in the morning.

https://rss.cnews.fr/pdf/NEP/20181127

SPEC: PC 101
Client: Ici Pub Mama Thorton
Location: Vintage de la rue de Ravioli
Product: Kellyanne Conway’s British Invasion Inaguration coat, David Bowie’s sports jacket, Sasha Cohen Eastern European three–stripe jump suits and other second–hand items for the dedicated follower of fashion in Ewe.

Frequency hop… please stand-by and keep that Squelch-on

TimeStamp: 2 o’Clock at the Stockholm Underground…

“Just Kissed my Baby”…

Mean, while Trump continues to be an asshole, over on the Sirius signal, the Black Friday leftovers have gone the way of the “MAD Vintage* at the Rue de Ravioli, casi esquina con TOKIO–PARIS… or is it PARIS–TOKIO?

The Who, might care; they are the ones who are Dedicated Followers of Fashion, segün the Davis Broders… sorry about the Kinks and the Type–O–Negatives, but do keep this in mind:

This is only a Draft: Breaking the NEWS follows.

Social Distortion… ERROR CODE 16 follows. Only on The Underground Garage.

“Dial Black”.

Outta TIME, and out of the LOOP… flashback to The First International Chihuahua Festival, where the staff had an opportunity to interview Nora Patricia Jara, de Primera Edición, allá en el Instituto Mexicano de La Radio… Context follows, stick around.

Voice of America, be Damned, here comes Trump Vision for the motherfucking World. 

Dear, VOA… América es un Continente con 35 paises, no la amalgama de 50 expropiaciones.

Willie Geist and The Big Kat
have all the specs and details about a plan
straight out of the Joey “big G” little “oebbles”
propaganda playbook.

ISSY, no es como si los EEUU no tuviesen un aparatototote de propaganda llamado “let the good tim es roll” and “tinsletown” or something like that. No. Para nada, Willie Gueist. El colmo es de que Donald este más preocupado por entrar al ruedo con CNN para acomodar los eventos conforme a su pinche Reality Show. “Oh say, can Ewe Sea,” son las primeras STANZA’s  de El Corrido del Trapo con Las Barras y Las Estrellas.

TimeStamp: 17.20 in CET

Technical Gremlins keep fucking our Merengue Up.
It’s 20 after the hour in Saint–Denis.
Meanwhile à Nueva Yol, Error 16 got solved
Mad Vintage has opened their Studio Doors.
Surprise, Surprise: Oh, No:
Ewe are dang dowd right ya’ Bastards,
Eye’m not like Everybody Else.

TimeStamp: 19:29 on gimme More of Da’Good on Central Siren Time… The 8 o’Clock Bonne Nouvelles follow:

Live from 300 S. Street Life.. it’s full motherfucking circle with: My Lady.

Note to Editors:
Joe and Mika are Swinging in Punta Cana
as if the Apocalypse was just around
30 Rock and the foyers of Studio 3A.