Saint Ignatius de Los WaPo’s gets a message from Eugène de la Cruz:Oh, Brother, don’t you go running out of ink.
And in Washington, it is evident that Elise Jordan went to a Wet T–Shirt Knight last night after Deadline. Judging from that “Conservative-looking, middle–of–the–Road, 50/50 combed cotton blend looking T-Shirt” Elise Jordan is a Catholic Girl… and we love her for it, especially because Elise hails from them Ozarks.
Anyhow, Spike Lee, so you are going back to The ‘NAM, eh? Well, Eye hopes that it is on one of them “messianic” voyages, the kind of journey that enriches the S.O.U.L., you know, the kind that can only be accomplished when the spirit finds G.O.L.D., and tell u.s. Mr. Lee, isn’t that what Messianic Journeys are all about, —about finding Gold? Eye bets that they are, and are you going to deny and say that history lies? C’mon now! Tell U.S. something (on the MorJo Show) that we [the staff] didn’t already established for the “Do The Right Thing” crowd. Eye tells you what, doing the right thing is fly and all’that, but in that game there is always one W.H.O. gets the shortest straw, and in that beautiful bible of Donald Trump there is fable there about a guy who gets his ribcage CUT like a butterball on Thanksgiving grievances night. So, Brother Lee, do like John Heilemann when we showed him in advance how then Candidate of a so-called “silent majority”, was going to walk out onto the Stage. Oh, say… Brother Lee! Can You Say Intermezzo? Aussi, Brother Lee, do like the Three Amigos (Cuarón, González, and Del Toro) and shoot the Black Mirror. Do it.
… Meanwhile at La Maison de La Radio casi esquina con France 24, “El Niño Luc” got stow–a–güey spot on Heidi Przybyla’s Egyptian Coincidence Vase… and the motherfucker brought a Funky Afrosoul kind of rhythm with him, well it’s not really an Afrosoul rhythm but we dig it anyhow.
Al Ataque: Jamón Jamón!
[Live Session goes here… wait for, IT! Wait…]
Comandante, Feliz Cumpleaños por adelantado (14 de junio), con la novedad Doctor, que en estos precisos momentos, un Tal Fidel le está atizando al fuego de Rosario al toque de congas y fierros.
Carpe Diem, Luc Fregón, Agarra el día por los huevos!