Category Archives: Antecedentes del que escribe

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Genesis 1:1… in the beginning (Under Pressure)

Political judges : legal cannibalism

Welcome to Miami, Baxter Duty stars as The Salamandra

… previously on, “Appendix rider to the entry : Cher EM!”, Duncan Bridgeman was ushering in the Second Intervention of the Year of Mexico in France (punto y coma) the year was 2013, October was the month and our borrador en proceso or, working draft if youse Anglophone, and the “utopia” that Clara is currently celebrating right now with Axolotls, was sold in France by a network of business entrepreneurs and political cannibals that would deliver “alebrijes” to La Geode… but not before Julio César on the collage below on the same day that Stephanie Menou and her chain of command at the préfecture de police at Cité would close ranks with Pablo Gleason and his little mexican cinema “d’Alterite”.

Homer was a French Clochard, period!… and Baxter Duty, you Rosbif motherfucker Ewe, Eye told your Park Avenue residence-living Cunt that i (Armando Segovia) am the Axolotl… all those years ago.

Entonces, Zoe… n’Eva in a million years darling, Ewe looks more like a Lilith, but who am Eye to judge your creators—and Malia would Knot let me lie : Homer was a French Clochard.

 

… for context we the staff strongly advice not to follow this most non-consequential blog without an understanding that each and Évry block on every post moonlights as an annotated bibliography cards of the past 15 years in France. So don’t you go linear on Mí, Zoe, on account that Öüï’s dealing with Sine and knot tangents.

Son°ata Nº 4 en Pu•ta Madre Mayor op. 102 nº 1

As quite possibly the first Made-in-France refugee, Eye has it on good authority that the Frères Jacques (all Fo’ of Em#) are flaming fags and La Violoncelliste is a slut.

Deep Down where les égouts don’t flow.

… and Jacqueline Alemany, youse knot gonna believe who La Violoncelista gets to play the role of?

Trust in Mí, culebra d’Hermès ⚕️and Use me ’till Ewe can’t Use Mí, kNOW mO’ 🎙️… in Brazilian jiu-jitsu (if you 🧜🏿‍♀️are LISTENING) this Scale is called the “stay tuned for detail”

Note to editors: i (Armando Segovia) asked and les “piscines” responded with apologies to the Fuggies, but you cocksuckers did praised “the great Mussolini”, so yeah, that is only ON ART of why Öüï, is not getting More higher.

Pleased to meet you…

 

Previously on Yoko Ono’s Season of Glass

Season of Glass… o como dicen los Bobo’s de fip en las Arénes de Lutéce, 🎶 mucho mistaketrust big pain in the ass.

Plastic, Ono, Gertz, Mancera.

https ://www .proceso .com .mx /reportajes³ /2026/6/23 /la-perversion-de-morena

³~. Issy—Eye—Called morena (before there was even a morena political party in France) a cult at La Maison de Mexique en Cité Internationale Universitaire del 14éme de Rayuela en Alésia.

Please stay tuned for El Alternativo, con el estilo lamentablemente inconfundible de la elegancia francesa de Jorge Saldaña en el 2011… mes de mayo corría.

 

El Pueblo Unido en París, Francia… no vale más que pura voz de pito

¿Qué culpa tiene la estaca, si el pueblo vota por Ratas puras de la izquierda de foie gras y caviar en Trocadéro? El pueblo vota y se esta[n]ca?

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /club-jazzafip/piu-avanti-avec-giovanni-mirabassi … disque’ la révolution permanente, o algo así (por sus siglas en francés)

I did mentioned to pardon my French…

 

and now, back to the Epstein thing in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba.

Release the nipple NOW! Mister President.

 

Breaking on Deadline Wallace : French astronaut snaps picture of Trump’s nipple-gate from Space.

Nipple-gate, meanwhile in Paris, BFM’er TV refuses to call EL ESTADIO AZTECA by it’s contractual FIFA* assigned name.

 

*~. FIFA, por sus siglas en francés.

You Say You Want a Revolution, or a revolving door of Clochards at Emmaüs in France?

Dedicated to Tony Palma and the  París Police (2020)…

Strip Tease Bridge… bonus point if Ewe can tell the world what “Rotomagus” means, happy travels … march on, baby march on through the Oldest Catwalk in Gaule.

 

The night before, which is to say the 18th not the 19th, is when the event went down. One thing for sure, HELP never arrived and going only by the time that i (Armando Segovia) arrived to the scene it should have been somewhere between 21h45 and 22h. At first it all seemed normal, stupid kids who jump into the Terrain d’Aventures in front of La Bourse de Commerce (Pinault’s place at Les Halles) and fuck around so at first i didn’t make anything of it because it was cold, i was tired and all that i really prayed for was that the night would be a quiet one ; which it was, except for the aforementioned group of raging hormones inside of that children’s playground at Les Halles and like i already mentioned—that thing is a pretty normal thing and the dB’s or noise levels coming from that park had nevered bothered me before, except for that one night.

For the record, the old Bourse renovations had recently been completed and the barriers that covered the circumference of that joint were removed, thus clearing the way for the steps that lead to the rear entrance of the Old Médici‘s place except of course for one of them “célèbres” from the quartier “Sous le ciel de Paris” who was laying there, but the motherfucker could only occupy half of the top flight of steps so i took the other end of that threshold there, Cathy said it was fine, so after the introductory knuckle exchanges between us two, the place was cleared for little ol’Mí to rest.

Relax…

For a Saturday night the pedestrian cycles walking out of the first theater in the whole wide world next to the Column and Au Pied de Cochon was were relatively slow, yet passers-by trickled so it’s not like people didn’t hear a woman’s voice screaming “no” but i reckon that the laughs and English babbles that followed just made the promeneurs dismiss any foul-thing going on… again, shenanigans at that park are pretty customary, a rite-of-passage for teens i guess, but i would not know. Even for me, it took about half an hour until the urge to urinate got a hold of my wee-öüï and it was then that i noticed that there was only one chick and enough fellows to make up a football ⚽ team.

Boresighting Procedures… got SPECS?

 

… blame the victim now, because as mister Tony Palma told me with exasperated eyes, “it’s a political thing, my hands are tied.” 🫟🖼️🎨

Jump to my MAINE page Tú…

El Diario del Chuco — featuring the other half of Daft Punk

Meanwhile at Clochard Central… in or around Paris, Texas, temperatures were “above” average at The Atlantic, where fags are smoked.

Make América Great Again.

It’s la CINÉTOSE de Slim… y la de IÑARRI-tu mamá también.

I ( Armando Segovia) cannot believe this negro, seriously!!! In this heat, mister Alejandro González Iñárritu is going to complete a full-circle with the Truffaut cinéma librairie… pinche negro.

Baby You Can Ride My Drones

 

… up next, “The CURE” in France, followed by Softball with Dylan in Durango…

🎉 Celebrating Asparagus on the aspersions

Yeah 👍🏼 … Jackie Alemany is having Holder for brunch, it’s 2026 and with the entire Homeland Security apparatus (FBI, ATF, CIA, and the Texas Rangers) meddling with “Buchonlandia” vía Rancho Terrazas³ (State of Chihuahua) nobody, and i (Armando Segovia) can relay that nobody cares about all of the Fast and Furious saga, —nobody.

And when i awoke… Gerogina Moreno was still in charge of morena–francia ; la afamada y cándida⁸ Asociación Gilberto Bosques de París, —invita : nepotismo actualizado.

³~. Cuauhtémoc, Municipio de Cuauhtémoc, Chihuahua—MX.

⁸~. “cándida” only from the lips outwards, because on the inside esa ‘afamada’ asociación está más NEGRA que el fundillo del diablo and under the table, pues es un es•ca•par•a•te (storefront) for “Andy”,  the son of Ándres Manuel López Obrador.

Los Voladores de Papantla follows

 

… pass the biscuits, hold the Louisiana Sauce de Tabasco.

Realismo México, now with Tabasco sauce from Louisiana.

…

Intermission with MPkB

Issy-sí-es :

All Quiet on The Eastern Front. Across the Atlantic, King George III is looking quite normal compared to the sheer madness of his wannabe counterpart at the White House.

W⚽W!

https ://www .theguardian .com /2026/apr/28 /paris-saint-germain-v-bayern-munich-champions-league-semi-final

Up next it’s “The Continuing Adventures of The Waco Kid”, and George Seurat’s : La Aristocracia de ‘Cowboys’ and the neo-impressionist propaganda of the A.T.F.⁸  

Up next : a national bridge weekend without pain 🥖 à 🥐 la 🍞boulangerie.

 

⁸~. Mount Carmel Center was lynched 🔥 by the Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms bureau of a cunt named Reno.

La Grande Jatte wannabe

La Grande Jatte, wannabe. If you squint really-really hard perhaps you will be able to see the the smoke from the Washington barbecuers across from that there suspension bridge in Texas.

A non-traditional “mentada de madre” y aunque usted no lo crea³

³~. Zeppelin goes here :
https ://www .proceso .com .mx /nacional /sheinbaum-presenta-asesores-para-aplicar-el-fracking-no-tradicional-sin-dañar-el-ecosistema de la embajada de México en London Town.

Musical Guest:

Mick and The Rolling 🛘 Roaches 🪳

¡Hostias con vos, gilipollas! — Ewe see what y’all make me do!

 

This is a song about los Amigos de Marcelo Ebrard en Francia, y tú mamá también.

Josefa González-Blanco Ortiz-Mena during an official event as Ambassador to the United Kingdom. Photo: Instagram @embamex_gbr

 

En fin volks, let Volkswagens be Beetles, right now Öüï is going to catch-up with Claudia Sheinbaum in Spain, not sure if the president’s is going to arrive through La Puerta de Alcalá or Carabanche !!! Nada, dice doña Claudia que’lla arribará por el Josep Tarradellas — El Prat 🛬… “pos’ ni’que fuera el papa!” pointed the Mexican presidenta, haciéndose Pendeja with the Powerpoint presentation about “the good” fracking.

Give Em# some Quarter and Ketch-up. Now if you are wondering why that good looking chap who coincidentally, looks a lot like a young MANUEL BARTLETT DÍAZ, is part of this B-grade Telenovela, well that’s on account of the friendship that a relative of CARLOS SALINAS de GORTARI and former ambassador to Queen Elizabeth II has with the Brazilian ex-wife of Jimmy Page, that’s why ; that’s why the LED is out.

 

En contexto for the un-initiated, the lines that are currently being written on this most non-consequential blog were intended to be (16 years ago) a TV Novelas-style reading companion to  the Mexican political biographies, 1884-1934 of Roderic Ai Camp.

I’ve been there before, any 🦉 hoot … I asked for José Feliciano and Emilie Munera smacked a RED NOSE on Rodolphe for the middle of April in Paris, un-fucking-belivable.

 

As time went on, the six-year project began to take different qualities such as those worthy of a B- movie 🎥 documentary look of what was supposed to be rendered with the advantage of a rear-view-mirror review of the 2012 Mexican Election, which coincidentally lined up with the U.S. and French presidential elections, but then, well then the Mexican Political Biographies 1935-2009 began to sabotage every aspect of both my professional and personal life, but that’s another *churro.

Un churro de la biblioteca Lumière… formally at Beaubourg (Paris-Centre).

Meanwhile at the b.p.i. at Lumière, things are looking bleek, toilettes are for the most part broke and the interwebs are infected by a “new world” virus, but what really irk’s Mí, though, it’s that there is no Roderic Ai Camp in/on the catalog, so Öüï’s gonna have to break into “La Casa de México” en Cité Universitaire del 14emè… it’s the only way to find out who Josefa González-Blanco Ortiz-Mena is, and why Claudia’s predecessor from El PRIcambrico 🦖 gave her a foreign post in la bendita, “4ª Transformación” de López Obrador, who?