Monthly Archives: May 2025

Dear, Jean-Luc “frente amplio de Iz°quier-da” Mélenchon³

Mussolini Express desde Tabasco, ¡All Aboard!!! — First stop, a cigarette storefront in Hong Kong.

³~. Lo único real en la vida es la lucha libre con, o como dijese el Mesías Tropical de Macuzpana, Tabasco, mister López-Obrador, sin ‘mujica 🇺🇾uruguaya.

Presente:

¡ Lucharáááááán !!! Don Gallo vS El Blue Demon.

La llave 🇻🇪 Nelson (two-each)

Issy, mister Mélenchon those SKATEBORDERDERS outside en primera plana del barrio de los putos en París have done more for SALVADOR ALLENDE than all of the friends of Raphaël Morán en la Casa de la américa latina en Saint-Germain del CLUNY. Heck, mister Mélenchon, by PROFESSOR Víctor Quintana’s count, GEORGINA MORENO killed Pepé Mujica. Yes she did. That fucking cunt did.

The Farmer’s Almanac (Uruguayan edition)

First tomato of the volumen Tú edition of La Mini-milpa de Armando Segovia en Châtelet. Mayo 2025.

Any 🦉 hoot, FRANÇOIS RUFFIN, “Como decía el viejo: si las cosas que valen la pena, se hicieran fácilmente « a lo Maduro, a lo ma°duro » cualquier venezolano las haría … Open Quote para la Gauche Caviar de los Arcos de Anne Hidalgo en el Pompidou.

Pause ⏸️ ‘member now, COVID made every airline filthy rich³

³~. … but it turns out Rusty Coils and air traffic control traînées is all that United Statesians got for their very White Christmas.

The Big Qatari Splurge – Happiness Is A Loaded Boeing ✈️ 🧮 it’s so basic that only a Fool Would Say that.

 

It used to be, just a short election ago that White Anglo Rednecks on an Evangelical private plane, that United Statesians were ‘exceptional’, ‘free’, and off-course brave.

“A dog with a bone in its snout neither barks nor bites.”

General Porfirio Díaz.

It turns out that Americans, are just like fucking Mexicans in France, delusional in the purity of the shit that they spray to hide their stench… and Eye ain’t even talking about axilas here, ese. Knot the sobaco at all because the odor is more de ÓSEO like the stench of scie à os machine or, a BandSaw, if you are current in French.

Welcome, Afrikaners. Welcome to The U.S. in A., Welcome. Please occupy any of the spots that used to belong to los otros refugiados.

So… In°deed. Jazz it’s so un•Reel, knot like the un°real audiocity of Def Jam Amerikaner Génocide, eh?

🎶 Please stop your lying 🛫 🧭 Jamal Ahmad Hamza Khashoggi… 🇸🇦 or SAW’mthing like Jamal goes here… What You’re Doing.

Nigga Pah-Liz!!! Eye don’t Kneed nuttin’ but a Güd Thyme

From the producers of:

Creative Commons and all that jazz : La la Lala La la là ; La la la la. Snapshot by Mí and the finger bang touch of Armando Segovia. Copy left because La Gauche are a bunch of cunts.

Thyme, what is it good for?

1. Fuck The Hell Yeah

and

Here they come — Penelope en Cannes

Absolutely nut Meg, Ryan. Ah-Sock It!, to Mí#

2. La Concha de Catherine (de nuevo) en la flecha de Notre Dame de Paris

and

La donna è mobile
Qual piuma al vento
Muta d’accento
E di pensiero
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3. The sound of porn on GREY and the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier of VE Day.

This is, Last Week to They with your host…

Peter Frampton comes alive, in•deed!!! Frampton comes alive with a little help from The Stones when Frampton plays The Deadline in•deed and on a Big Ol’Jet Airliner from Qatar airways… what a time to be alive on the 700 Club 🛬

Porn Is In The Ear of BB’s Hearing Device

Épisode summary: United Statesians, formally “americans” learn to use an abacus 🧮 at the Austerity Universe.

Picture her as a French Tattoo on a Fantasy Island episode of The Twilight of Our Lives, Alive.

The Plane! The plane!

So… they tell Mí, that you know how to use an Abacus in the Missionary Position, eh?

La Tangente Perfecta

La moral es un árbol… en toda dictadura para que esa sea perfecta, o sea la dictadura no la pinche moral.

 

… told you fuckers that I Could See for Miles 📐🎺🫴

Any 🦉 hoot, where to begin, where to begin to break the ice? Where?

Biarritz on I.C.E., there’s a “tariff” for that 🎬 cut.

 

You Are Greenberg on I.C.E. 🪖🖕💥

The Extreme Pope follows:

Rayuela 🇦🇷 by any other 🇵🇪 wey… con la Mala en el Zimmermann.

 

Mr. K meets Hotel California, which as EYE promised Ewe ol’Yesterday turned out to be CALAMARO.

🦑

Infra•Mundi image of Donald W.C. Trump donning Peter’s ROBE.

I break the first commandment and swear that Mr. K is the ultimate Living Thing on another Tequila Sunrise and a bag of weed. TROU-story.

 

Vargas Llosa walks into A circle ⭕ in France, hilarity ensues when La Mala y Maradona dance tango en Lima, Perú.

‘Cause youse ol’Greenberg

Souvenez-vous : quand Biarritz recevait le G7 il y a 5 ans… in 2019… also Five years 🧑‍🎤 ago—gol. 

Five years on the Double… 11 come the month of August.

Meanwhile, new waves are rising near or about Espelette, the last time that waves rode on that Scene, Peter Baker of the New York Times was about to meet Mí, right beneath the Catacombs on Line 6 and the Coq sucker was supposed to turn our lonely  regards to Brian Williams, but Peter Baker (that motherfucker) went skateboarding instead.

Habemus FuckUS… Papa est LÀ

Gets me to the church on time (church on time)…

Los fish~es en el’agua

R a y u e L À

Musical guest: Rudy and His Huevos Rancheros, featuring La Sirene de Saint-Germain near Saint-Michel.

 

Modern Rome, and in París all along La Seine, Emily flys alone. And this is where Calamaro 🇦🇷 joins in… y con un solo paracaAIDAs.

“A todos los que quieren y aman el fútbol...

“A todos los que quieren y aman el fútbol… Thank you Mme. Munera for ushering in the importance of Public Radio in the Papal Age of Trump. The images that you are seeing now are from Paris before the GWAR.

— Paloma, come in. Paloma come in 🫴
right now, all screens on Control Towers are BLACKENED by The Tower of Power 🎺

More Cupet on that 🍾 CowBelle, Urbain I. More Coop’et!!! 🍾 🍾 🍾

Musical guest : KISS

Note to Kerschovas: due to a certain Victory, i have just to figure out Which, Mí will Knot Bee Abel to join Ewe for To Theys—@lleGretos. And just to be baroque: Gooooooo, Dodgers!

It had to be you : Trump selects new pope

But then I (Armando Segovia) did tell you all before hand that it was all for the Glory of Fred CHRIST Trump’s son, Donald W.C. John, Hallelujah! Praise baby Trump.

Can Your Beat This Card, pundits?

Straight out of Sacramento : TESLA 🎸🧘🎣📐

That’s BALONEY, Father James, not Bolognese like you forecasted, but just like that French charlatan, MICHEL de Nostradamus once foretold about a River in Bohemia to usher Adolf Hitler onto history’s hysteria, so did you Father James, so did you Father James, because BALONEY is just a piss-a-way to Bologna and the MOB LAND that this former cardinal hails from, ISSY-Stephanie-de-las-Once, Chi•Cagó or, as that big fucking BEAN-in-the-Park once said:

… and The Sign said, Ewe has to have a 🏞️ membership CARD ♦️ to get inside .

TESLA…

Note to Joe Scarborough at MSNBC: “sir”, your show is as you say on The Morning Joe advertorial, “un-scripted” but only AFTER YOU READ and follow my lead you Son-of-A-Bitch. And mister Smith at BuzzFeed and The New York Times, fuck you and the little “crowd-sourcers” that you spawn onto my atmosphere 🌬️…

Love Will Find The Güey.

The Anti-Christ is now set… in case y’all missed the RED SMOKE that Öüï warned you about on Channel Tú with the “Brit”.

Up next on France Tú : Prof d’Anglais… really³?

God bless Fred CHRIST Trump, WWII was for the glory of his son. Donald W.C. John. No G.I. Housing no Trump. God bless Fred CHRIST Trump, the father of the anti-Christ at the White House. Sociopathy 101 for Erasmus Students at la bendita Sorbonne.

Generals gather in their masses.

Congrat’s you are now a muse, let Mí amuse. And if you are going on a trip to OZ land this one is for you. And if you see Jim before you set out over to Dover, tell that Coq sucker that Mando said hi.

 

 

³~. Ewe know my papi used to say, there’s only room for one Bret in town, not a Clown (Badum Tisch) anda if you are going to play uno i  will bring and/or summon the Cards… and little ol’Eye Will put you to The Test.

La Ocho de las Ocho.

 

La Mur is when Love gets a sex change on the pronoun without notifying the Article… Brit, Bret and, l’Intrusé makes 3 and if you Times this by Seven you get heaven, but Öüï is fucking with Poison right now, not Warrant, so here’s to you Arsenal: Évry Rose Has Its Thorn and every Motherfucking Cowboy sings a Sad, Sad Song.

And then Ben•Öüï•Öüï rocked The Casbah with a TU PELO accent.

🎸 Some people call Mí Maurice, ‘cus Eye speaks about the Hipocrisy of López Obrador’s wife, that fucking SALOPE, de moreno en fRancia y de Gilberto Bosques en este día de La Liberación. 

Eye told you yesterday, Denisa Kerschovas-es, that it was a López not l’Opus de morena-fRancia y el club de La Pájara Peggy con voz de pito: Sí~que~Sí Georgina, y “¿no que no?. Hipócritas de Mil Anos.

Over at El Encierro, the 6am fellow the from Yesterday matin en France2 is a lucky guy. The motherfucker split the 4-frame del Bulldog… ¿Qué mas pues?… well, for starters Ewe coq suckers omitted the Question Marks (en Sevilla) that alone merits summer school, and of course when “mas” involves quantités you need that little tilde on La E de “Enrique”, en París.

Well… Eye never been to Spain, but we will always, ALWAYS have Casablanca, —Vania.

In Roma, in Roma the smoke plume out of El Encierro was RED, not noir.

Entonces pues, Raphaël Morán ahora de ‘media’ part, o algo así:

Más hipócritas que Jean-Luc Mélenchon en fRancia, pues únicamente “Los Amigos de la esposa de López Obrador” en la Sorbonne, and if you don’t believe me ask a PROF. there, so, what says you, Jim?

Breaking in Cannes, vía Perros Bravos en La Jornada, JULIETTA BIN•OCHO just squared the split, Öüï repeats, Julietta Bin•Ocho split The Square… Oh, The Humanity.

Who’s bringing the Ice Cream, “Brit”? I found a bag of Waffles outside of Krispy Kreme or Franprix, can’t remember the trash can, but the expiration date on the seals is from 5 de mayo, so Eye reckons that the waffles are still good but if KNOT ‘Bret’, if that’s even your real impersonation, I (Armando Segovia) could pull some Spéculos de Mil•anos.