Author Archives: Armando Segovia

Issy-Jimmy-Cliff : Viva Cristo Reggaeton FlamencoSka

Many Rivers To Cross… so many bridges to burn ❤️‍🔥

And, Catherine dear… just like Eye told Faisal : Öüï don’t select las faenas du jour, I simply show y’all what’s happening All Along The Watchtower.

 

Tell you what Jenni Hermoso, let’s go with El Tío Norteño, de don Slim, en Santa Catarina de Los Viejos Bombos

In that same ruedo Cuidad Juárez, Chihuahua, suspended the Last of the corridas for the year of our Lorde’Spañola Rosalía de Los Bjorks en La Balderas. A judge in that state’s capital ~300 km south on La Panamericana ruled that Paola San Román could not celebrate Fátima’s “Cristo Rey” celebration. I tell you what Marjolena Kalten-Porten Jazz, that is a damn shame, the State of Chihuahua keeping women from doing their art ; I am not a betting man so the current owner of the Miss Universe Franchise and, former kingpin at Casino Royale in Monterrey (NL³) would not like me, but if I was (a betting man) I would bet that if la señora matador San Román had an uncle in the PEMEX chain-of-concern Paola would have had her tarde en Juárez.

Entonces pues, Catherine at Mains Libres, meet María Hinojosa

Benevolent Colaboration… minions 🤗 welcomed.

Any 🦉 hoot,  Cathrine, Madame Hinojosa is currently in México (según ella) in order to “recuperate” her Mexican citizenship, now Catherine, I (Armando Serrano Prieto) know for a fact that chances are that if a United States of America citizen has to go to México City to recuperate his/her Mexican citizenship it is probably because the Mexican consulate in the United States of America processing her formulaire spoiled the passport and/or matrícula consular during the application (request) processes, such was my case so yes, Catherine, I know what I speak of.

Like I told you after the Louvre visit, Catherine, your France is looking a lot like MÉXICO, and over at the 32 rue des Bourdonnais, the bénévoles are looking more and more like Petain’s little collaborators or l’Abbé Pierre, and I say/write this because if I am wrong it’s because I don’t want to be (from the) RIGHT. “Viva Cristo Rey, Maude at Emmaüs”, viva Cristo el rey.

Sponsored by Arrogant Bastard Ale in Escondido, California.

Of course, I could be wrong and María Hinojosa is just following the steps of the great Lalo Guerrero back when the “Zoot~Suit” riots where a thing in L.A… for context, I’ll get to that at Jazz time, right now it’s 15h in C.E.T. and 9 a.m. at Times Square so let’s put a [ bracket ] here.

Speak of The Devil… to “la mafia del poder”, because amigo Faisal, Lucifer did nothing wrong in The Bible ; although Eye cannot vouch for the events on your holy book. In my book Morning Star es más revolucionario que ‘el cristo’ on account that Jesus did not set out to convert the Jews (those motherfuckers) into Roman Catholics, that was SAUL on the Road to Damascus who set Jesus on the Abbé Pierre trip, at the time Saul was slaying the Nazarene followers and then one day out of the blue, Saul had a change of heart, he then changed his name to Paul and IPSO FACTO : Paul invented “The Super Star”. Sources close to an Arrogant Bastard in Escondido, California, relay that Saul did not get the promotion that he was seeking from the Pharisees in Jerusalem and so Saul turned-coat to The Octavian’s in Rome and long-story short, “Arbeit Macht Frei”, also during Spring season rabbits all over the free world lay eggs made of chocolate for children to enjoy.

 

Right now, Öüï the people of ASEGOVIA3 is going to go back to Havre and remind the good people of the préfecture de Police at Cité that even Tocqueville, that fag (according to Gustave Beaumont in 1831) started his trip to Sing-Sing with the intention of IMPORTING the U.S. Penitentiary System to Vincennes, and in 2025 we can say that the penitentiary system in France has gone DESPERADO just like in that West Texas Backyard in Ciudad Juárez. Next thing you know,  people at The Assembly are going to be quoting the Mexican Remittences slogan :

¡Háblele!

Emmaüs a closer look: un  CEntro de RÉadaptation SOcial by any other name, pues, mi querida Catherine.

Issy-aussi-se-cuecen-Habas… Hey There Sunshine, don’t let Mí down…

”¡Viva Cristo Rey!” in the key of Maiden³…

³~. The Number of The Beast, Iron Maiden.

Iglesia en México : memoria y profecía… Miss BOSCH extols the Cristero War of 1927. For those in-the-know, the “long live Christ the King!” slogan was recycled by FRANCISCO FRANCO in Spain during “el caudillo’s” dictatorship. To put it in Christian terms, uttering or signing-off with the Cristero slogan about Christ the King is the EQUIVALENT, María Hinojosa, of screaming to « Anita Frank, en Chicago » un ‘Sieg Heil‘ as little Anita was being ushered to an Immigration and Customs Enforcement Concentration Camp.

 

For context, the ¡Viva Cristo Rey! slogan is not, (it is not) affiliated with the inter-Faith movement taking place in Chicago, U.S.A., al contrario, Maria Hinojosa… para muestra un botón (a lo mejor) de la corriente de la “Miss Universo” tabasqueña d’esta generación.

Yup… that there is old fashion treason, and aparentemente Mr. Torres también habla Espanyol.

 

Al regresar, Öüï brings back Le Abbé Pierre from the now removed commemorative plaque at la siege de Emmaus at 32 rue des Bourdonnais en Châtelet.

Literally la “ñ” no lleva tilde, the hovering glyph above its arch es « innommable »

Take This Job and Shove it, literally in Green, now tell Mí, LA-minor, what can Brown do for Ewe?

Any güey, Gustavo, bienvenido al club del lugar en donde todo la gente conoce tú nombre o, “como dicen los franceses”, Évry body knows your name, now just go ahead and consider these, meaningless words, ese, but know that you arrive in good company, heck motherfucker, IT!, could say that the best possible company of Em# all becuase you arrive with the constancia de Catherine, whom by the way I (Armando Segovia) have been trying to introduce to this most non-consequential blog for a week now, but somehow have been hitting a wall in doing so, but is it not that the way things go? Things, or in this case persons arrive when they are supposed to and so with-out nothing ad-Do, I am going to get me another beer and maybe tomorrow I will tell you how my discussion with Faisal about Luzbel went. Por el momento enjoy the sunshine en plena helada de invierno parisino porque como ya lo dije : I Need Another Beer.

Anyway, Faisal… it’s a human number, Eye guarantees IT!.

 

Before Eye leaves it would behoove you to hit the tags below under the header Schiltz, if nothing more just so your Argentinian-ass knows where Öüï’s coming from, because as they say in MAPIMÍ : sobre aviso no hay engaño, —vato.

🎶 Válgame, Santo Niñito, ya’Garrarón a José³

Érase que se era…

³~. Previously on “Guanacevi, Municipio de San José de Las Panochas”… The Ukraine girls were having non of it, just as the morena-hawaii delegation were enjoying their pineapple 🍍 margaritas, Omar Harfouch spilled the beans on Fatima’s aunt, the former President of the Mexican Senate, Mónica Fernández Balboa (Tabasco-morena party) and her daddy, Bernardo Bosch Hernández, a high-ranking petro-chemical engineer on the PEMEX payroll, currently advising the General Director of PEMEX Exploration abd Production.

Hot Chili Peppers in a blistering Thai Soup-REM, while listening to John Coltrane at Lumière.

It turns out that even at the highest levels, beauty pageants are run under “El Concurso de Belleza : La Reina de Bermejillo City²” rules, which happens to be sketchy at best. You can take my word for it, Eye dated at least three of them beauty queens back when Fenster The Copy Editor was chopping his teeth in Buffalo Ranch, Chihuahua.

²~. Formerly, Bermejillo Ranch.

Meanwhile, back at La Fiscalía General de la República (FGR) , Omar Harfuch (sin o) anticipaba ya desde las 9 de la mañanera de Claudia, un discurso para suavizar a los chayotes de Munoz.

Across The Atlantic…

It’s Odd House Washington-NOW :

It looks like teens kissing and one of Em# got fingerbanged.

The Jihadist and the Nazi

 

Guanaceví, Municipio de San José de Las Panochas³

It Ain’t Me — Happy birthday, revolution.

 

En Hilo, Hawaii, it’s Margarita’s Happy Hour until Morning Joe drives the cows home, Issy-Phuck-It, Fatima, you just made the great and youse now “la chiqui-ti-bun Superior™ rolled into “La India³ que todos quieren”.

³~. Formally, “La rubia que todos quieren”.

Fake escalas 🛬 en la esquela 🪦… la toma de Torreón vista desde “la caseta” antes de llegar a Palomas (hoy) entronque a Chapingo.

https ://www .debate .com .mx /mexico /Muere-en-accidente-administrador-de-Aeropuerto-de-Matamoros

 

Tan Falso como San José de Las Panochas en Los Dos Amigos, o algo así. En fin, ministro de los difuntos nacionales, if the unfortunate accident happened after La Sierrita, then the municipality would befall to Tlahualilo… knot Bermejillo.

Sicario incomprendido, El fruto de una revolución.

Happy birthday, revolution.

Vamos a los toros, con Edward Burnett Tylor en Anáhuac

Bo knew Bull — Burnett knew Jack Didley-squat about La Fiesta (de Paz ; chapter II de El Laberinto de Alberto Camus)

6 de Do’Mec 6

The French Landlord de Pachuca, featuring a “el 🫰🏼 mozo” de « las embajadoras » de Don Jorge Saldaña (Banderilla, Veracruz) en el festival de María 🪇🎺 Schis en Belleville. La China Poblana de Montrouge 💃🏼 —invita.

 

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In this section of our most non-consequential blog, Marcelo Ebrard (for obvious reasons³) plays the role of a “French snob” as he leads Los 🦟 Enanitos 🦟 Toreros de Manuel 🦟 Valls. Olé, mosquitos, Olé.

Sicario incomprendido… Andalucía de los quintos patios y La Chingada, Chiapas.

 

Y hoy por ser día de tu santo, vamos pues a robar Guanaceví, Municipio de San José de Las Panochas, but you are going to have to get through PEÑOLES first.

 

“Quiet piggy”… The Crowned Pig is supreme

The Crowned Prince is so supreme, that he got away with his daddy, the king, bringing-down The ✈️ WTC 💥 and George W. Bush then sent all of his clan back to Saudi 🛩️ Arabia on luxury jets.

Don buried Jeff, and Trump brought the “cranberry sauce”.

 

The Crowned Prince is sooooo, soup-REM, that “Monster” ain’t got nothing on an Orange Crush in Vietnam.

Rocha’s Angeles

https ://www .theguardian .com /world /2025/nov/17 /far-right-candidate-jose-antonio-kast-favourite-to-become-chiles-next-president-after-first-round-vote

Pinochet… the scariest totalitarian, outside of Acapulco, off-course.

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Trans-as-Musicales y una Diana a l’Adelita

The WAR Room: no fighting.

Perote-in-Veracruz : 12 hours and one morning burrito later.

 

And knot to be outdone by the strike-loving FIP specials, the internet decided to take a break, and so will Öüï… hoy no hubo Jazz on account that Mac The Knife cut the cloud.

https ://www .bbc .com /news /cloudflare-presente-ses-excuses-pour-la-panne-qui-a-rendu-indisponibles-les-services-X-et-chatgpt

Good night, gonna go hunt for a meal now.

Wonder not, Marjo… follow the Sun : go West

Estoy hasta las Campanas, Avi Velshi… Hasta las campanas!!!

 

Stay off the Perote-in-Veracruz, road 🛣️ lot’s of bandits there. Banderilla is not that great but it will get you to Orizaba in no time ; from there it’s just a shot away to Anáhuac… don’t forget to bring a towel.

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /speciales – fip

Can you dig it? If you dew stay away from Jean-Louis Bro’sardo and that Bibring, one is a fag and the other is queer… de cualquier manera give Polly a porkpie hat, you Cracker.