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.