Never mind “la tour d’Eiffel”… here comes Trump’s octogon-shaped pankration

Francisco Franco smiles in hell, Hitler rejoices and, Mussolini is giddy with Stalin.

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“It’s like a jumping castle installed for a kid’s birthday party³”, but instead of children having fun, the octagon is for the entertainment of men-children and fascists-loving sycophants at The White House’s helicopter landing pad.

https ://thepeopleshouse .org /shop

It’s All Greek To Me

 

But first, it’s LOS BURROS de TROYA, or how the Greeks learned to love ‘the inception’ of going to WAR without a Greek in The Odyssey… narrated by Cayetana “viga de jirafa” Álvarez de Toledo with musical guest, Los Nazis de Kalten-porten Basiebachs 🎶🏌🏻🎶

Albania love their long-necked birds, Chileans hâte their long-NAKED searches.

Meanwhile in CHILE… take your clothes off, Young lady, that’s an order!

 

60 monitos… it’s not personal, To Mí is Monkey Business

Ici C’est Skid Row, get back Kangaroo Lady with your Tati Bag, and that shopping cart 🛒 wearing Mario’s make-up, get back to Australia, —Kangaroo Lady.

Like i said, all those days ago… a fucking Jumping Ballon.

 

This post is dedicated to Pablo Gleason and his Mediapart journalist friend, Raphaël Moran at the Paris Préfecture de Police…

Knotwithstanding señor JR, i (armando segovia) sin celery hope that you don’t take the critical review of your installation on the Pont Neuf ]| at la Place Christo & Jeanne -Claude |[ as a reproach to your talents and compétences and/or to deny the worth of your contributions to Art or that beautiful tribute to The Silver Beatles on that display window } catty corner { to that Silver Phantom Rolls Royce at La Samaritaine ; this is to say mister JR, that i am really looking forward to you (or your hired hands) reparing and finishishing your inflatable declaration of love for The Préfecture de POLICE à Cité.

For What, It! —is worth… These are my credentials : 8 up

Iran war is over, Rubio says, as strikes continue

Washington, DC_ AFP in the USA

Lorem Ipsum dolor and all that Cuban-american jive talk from “little Havana” at Mar-a-Lago.

Courage!!! … because Zeppelin my friend, goes here 🌬️

Misty Mountain Hop… over the hills where the Spirits fly 💸

Eau-où—ouh 🛘

 

Any 🦉 hoot, Lemire… got SPECS?

The War is Over, if Ewe wants, mister Rubio.

Caution : objects under the dirigeable are closer than they appear

 

In local dramas, “mankind has got to Know, it’s limitations… can EWE put a price on peace?³”, i mean, if youse selling Eye is buying.

³~. Megadeth, “Peas Sell, But Who’s Buying”.

 

 

Traveling Without Moving On — hoy no hubo Bass

For the record… it look’s like someone is going to need a FaceLift on account that a “wascawwy white wabbit” took the w’ong to’in at Pont Neuf… 🐇 Sealy Rabbit, that pont is for bums.

Eye ain’t gonna work at JR’s CAVE no more.

 

Happening now, James Car Vile is getting his make-up NOW, but first, it’s International Homeless They.

Sadly, Bob Costa agrees, the Ragin Cajun still looks, after all that make-up… like a flying turkey moonlighting as a vulture.

Microeledone galapagensis — Tiny Blue Cthulhu

Deer, Jimmy Kimmel, i see Gordo Sullivan skinny-dipping in New York’s Central Fountain near The Dakota and Eye raise you “The Homeless’ Suicides” at The Guardian in London Town.

Those who don’t, migrate to France—it’s Trou 🕳️

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /franceinter /les-morts-de-la-rue /dans-l-oeil-de-du-mardi-02-juin-2026

New York State of Mind.

 

But first, it’s rather nice to learn that “at least Nic Cage is having fun in the gimmicky Spider-Noir” (despicable lowbrow) and, that according to the « approval Matrix » of The New York Magazine the monthly themes of May on or in this most non-consequential blog plot between highbrow (JR at Pont Neuf¹), lowbrow (Osteria 🦪 Morini²) , and brilliant (ridiculously cute new octopus 🐙 species found³).

Cinémas d’amerique latine 2026, #34 ; p.100 : avec l’arrivée du cinéma au Mexique en 1896, celui-ci est devenu un moyen d’expression clé pour le discours NACIONALISTA POSTrevolucionario et a refléte les politiques INDIGENISTAS mises en place dans [mexicolandia] depuis 1920, qui visaient à CASTELLANIZAR e INTEGRAR les indigènes dans la nouvelle identité métisse du CHILANGOLANDIA. These policies were led by the INSTITUTO NACIONAL INDIGENISTAS (INI) beginning at the end of the 1940’s and they (INE) categorized cultural aspects of the PUEBLOS ORIGINARIOS as “positives” or « negatives ». Cette classification a commencé à forger l’image officielle de l’indigène, óu sa nature folklorique, ses vêtements, ses danses et son artisanat constituant l’image a conserver, while éléments that could be considered different TO THE OBJECTIVES of THE NEW MIXED RACE State-nation sought to be eliminated (Etnodesarrollo : reivindicación del “indio mexicano“ entre el discurso del Estado y el discurso desarrollista*). LA CLASIFICACIÓN c’est avéré être un MECANISMO idéal pour reproduire la représentation occidentale de “l’indien”. This is to say, a REPRESENTATION inherited from COLONIALISM. The result of the CONSEQUENCE … was that all films from the time that the revolution ended all the way to the dawn of the 1970’s stereotyped the native AMERICANS (from the old NEW SPAIN) en diffusant l’idée DE QUE SOLAMENTE los franceses pueden permitirle a un pinche INDIO como el difunto JORGE SALDAÑA, —ser francés.

Donc, “como dicen los franceses”, any dissertation that John Oliver can do or, for that matter, any wierd “wonkish alt-comedy” that Seth Meyers can deliver from behind his desk (underwear optional) Eye can dew—but one thing that we (the staff) cannot do is eat quesadillas sin queso at Mexico’s Tortas Neza at Juan Bar on Roosevelt Ave… even MEAT LOAF would not do that.

“Are Ewe Knot Entertained?” —The Spaniard from Australia.

And, Willie Geist, are you bored 🥱 yet, with Israel?

1 de junio 2026

To They in History, Öüï’s gonna walk and chew motherfucking gum at the same time and for that Eye (personally) will head on over to the Highlands of Rosbiflandia in 1494 where John Cor, or Carr, first records the inaugural batch of Single Malt hooch ; also, in local news the court-martial of General Benedict Arnold begins at “Arnold’s Tavern” in Morristown, New Jersey, in 1779 ; probably over a couple of shots of Scotland’s finest export, next to Queen Elizabeth II’s corgi hounds, —off-course.

Twice In A Blue Moon in Paris.

Up next Öüï goes out looking for the French version of the Spider-Noir “Phat Lady” on Le Pont-Blanc de JR.

1958 – French whipper-snapper and Rosbif house-guest Général Charles de Gaulle comes out of retirement to play the role of French Spider-Bleu and keep those god-damned Royal Corgi’s out of the EU.

Looking for Ewe. Stay tuned for rag time.

 

But first, New Jersey celebrates the Paris Saint-Germain victory over the Arsenal from Rosbiflandia while a big ol’Alien from France wept in Oklahoma  for all of that funk.

1967The Beatles release thier 8th album Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, on a rock and roll CIRCUS side note :

https ://fr .wikipedia .org /wiki /1er_juin

20-YEARS BEFORE, no pun intended, Ronnie Wood was born.

“America,” what a cunt.

Public Service Announcement

Miles Ahead — Bitches Brew

 

Pobre de ti…

People who know, know that every time that Julieta sings that song, an Ángel in sports broadcasting heaven loses a feather on his wings, not for the song’s content but rather because the 2026 FIFA World Cup will be synonymous with The Donald John Trump’s “peace price”… Ángel Fernández weeps.

 

… et tú, Galeano, vas a “mendigar” una bonita jugada por el amor de Dios?

Happening now in Ciudad Juárez, JULIETA VENEGAS is explaining to juarenses-es there why The Chiapanecos en Tu🧎‍♀️xla Gutiérrez have to KNEEL DOWN when going to the service window of the Public Hospital there, also, a husky dog in that desert city bit a child, the dog blamed it on the heat.

 

Una linda 💊 pastillita para mi dolor por el amor de AMLO !!!

“Carro lleno” y “No Traen Nada” son las frases más gastadas y projeccionistas de los ‘chihuahuitas’ que de niños robaban flores del jardín de Serrat para regalar a sus putas madres.

https ://www .goodreads .com /yo-no-soy-mas-que-un-mendigo-de-buen-futbol

I don’t know how to spell-it-out for Ewe

Told you so:

Issy-Eye-Told Ewe Knot To Worry about it, didn’t i?

 

Turn the page… and still to come, “Fifty Shades of Bleu” on-and-off the Kennedy Center. For context, here’s the 411 by 311 so put your Algebra hat on Eugene, because these perennials are from Simone’s neck of them cornfields, soooo,

Lucharán!!! Dedos a Tres 3 caídas sin límite de pedos.

if, and only if “Amber” is the color of your energy then Blue is the color of eggs Benedict (traitors and fascists) in Chihuahua.

Don Goyo awakens ⏰ Ring The Alarm.