Hello, France,

Yeah, Buddy!

Do you know the difference between a Munich Beer Hall and a public toilette on Port Royale? Ask Big Bird, or not, in any case Marianne, if you turn a blind eye to what is about to happen then the next time that a BATACLAN happens, and the masses go and light candles at La Place de La République you are going to look like the Virginia tiki lamps card carrying “proud boys”.

And here’s why: what’s weed have to do with it?

Just don’t tell a Communist in France, because like Pablo Gleason and the Zapatistas en Rose, well… they love la llamada Liberté.

Anyhow, Bill Krystol, as you were telling Yazmin V. your Bières INTERNATIONALes théorie at La Académie de la Bière on Port Royale; caddy-corner with La Place de Cochinous on la rue de Faubourg de Saint-Jacques on the Quinto Patio de París a un lado de su bendita Vecindad, i was getting ready to WELCOME the FO’ist African Manifestation for better wages in the Hospital trades; i said trades, not “professions”, —profesores.

And as i type this paragraph, in Hilo, Hawaii, it’s still Black History Month, and in Paris, well in Paris it’s MARS 1, o como dicen los marcianos: Uno de marzo, 2021.

Dear, France… you know what’s really sad? Well, MRS. GALL, i’ll tell you what is really sad, and that’s the fact that i don’t even have to try (i repeat) i don’t even have to try to bring you what the fuck is happening in Paris. And this is against all odds and an pride of paid crackheads and heroine shooters chasing me around the most beautiful city in the Ile-de-France. 🇺🇸 74DED7F7-4CAF-4A1B-B423-50B741474A31 🏗 Dialogue with the African Sista in the orange vest follows when i pass a Los del Toro by. For the record, i can only be in one space at a time and that other guy in the Cloud is not me… as i told you Johnny Halliday, the only way you can beat me is:
— When i fall asleep
— When you cheat
— and when i have to recharge my Battery.