Welcome to my threshold… Happy Birthday Révolution, just standing here watching the world fall apart.
Never mind AYOTZINAPA, Omar GARCÍA, doña BARBARA CAROL de OBESIDAD and Eugenio DERVEZ will wipe clean the memoria de tus compañeros estudiantes MASACRADOS en las mismas 24 horas cuando STEPHANIE MENOU’s supervisor at Cité, pulled my journalistic privileges in France.
In local news, Mika Brzezinski and Red Psaki present the “Josephine Award” for hartistas de la democracia in New York City. At studio 43 of la maison de la radio on The Seine, Susana PUBeda presented the “Here Oh Awards” to a bunch of talented cunts.
Still to come, “Job Dating with Jens 🇪🇺 Stoltenberg”
Ayotzinapa para cinéfilos, and a Bedtime Story for rance🟡CULTURE
Década de México en Francia… El “Che” Guevaraera joto.
SUDDENLY…
Jens 🇪🇺 Stoltenberg learns that SheInBaum will diss ZELENSKYY, and praise on the SAME day, a “masters class” in Mexican Cinéma at La Sorbonne.
Know your plastic, value your dress 👗 “you wild bitch!”.
After the break, PETER CAT RECORDING COMPANY renders “La Chona” and, “La Negra Tomasa” can’t get enough of those fucking Indians.
In Washington, D.C., President Biden got the COVID, and candidate Donald Trump just split the Rubik Cube and had Kryptonite for brunch.
And, Elise Jordania, it’s almost 10 a.m. in E.S.T. and you are still in your Silky-Satinie p-jammies? WTF, Elise, the Tiki Lamps are coming, the Tiki Lamps are coming 🕯️🕯️🕯️.
And, Simone Sanders, no woman, no woman no cry.
With a Left Like That, you know Europe is fucked — 2x… Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yhea, yeah, yeah, yeah 👍🏼.
Breaking in “America”… a turtle is spotted sitting all along the watchtower, the turtle did not get there by its own initiative, the turtle was placed there WHILE MSNBC pundits were put on listening silence, —with the squelch off.
At the movies: it’s one about serving cold cuts, featuring The Count of Monte-Cristo.
“STATE OF LOVE“, « PASSING RELATIONSHIPS » : WHEN THE ABBÉ PIERRE SPOKE OF HIS VOW OF CHASTITY
Ah, yes… the French.
Meanwhile, at number 32 of la rue des Bourdonnais, París-🎯… casi esquina with the Elementary School at Saint-Germain l’Auxerrois_ Staff and clochards alike and all along la rue de Ravioli woke up to a scene out of the Chihuahuita³ district with metal fences splitting the sidewalk from the buildings securing, like a PEPSI®️loving Khrushchev did in the early 20th Century Sixties in Berlin, all of the €1600 ticket holders to the opening ceremony of the Olympics.
The following is a public service announcement:
Here yeh! Hear ye! By order of Padmé Queen of Naboo, “anybody caught wearing shorts and sandals in or around Paris, France, will be shot on sight!, period”.
By the time 10 a.m. rolled around the sound of a helicopter, hovering around la plaza del teatro de los dos pueblos en Châtelet, polluted the ambience with a South Central L.A. vibe.
Eye swears that if car alarms start to go off, every five minutes, —Öüï is moving over to Rambuteau.
³~. District in “that West Texas town of El Paso”, which should not be confused with the “chihuahuitas” south of Samalayuca 🏜️ and Villa Ahumada, because Mexicans are not a monolithic bunch… there are all kinds of Chihuahuas out there, my favorite “chihuahuita” is of course the Taco Bell™️ mascot.
En Inglés del bueno, y no chingaderas la palabra animadversión personifica a Los Amigos INFLUYENTES de México en Francia with respect to the ANIMOSITY, ILL WILL, and HOSTILITY towards anyone who independently tried to chronicle the triple³ Presidential elections of 2012 y el desenlace (dénouement) of the Affaire de Florence Cassez and her Mexican lover, Israel Vallarta.
But speaking of ugly Mexicans abroad, let the record show that The Kiwis and over at the two Guineas and maybe even the Solomon Islands could care less how Congressperson Joseph Charles Scarborough the 3rd sounds when that son of a bitch tries to sound like Assange, any hoot, Sam Stein, maybe The Marshall Islands might give a wheel barrow full of Kentucky manure to even care 💅🏽.
And, Doris Kearns Goodwin, you know what gets under my skin? When someone like that beast on The Daily, Sam Stein, renames an entire continent after one fucking country.
Big Brother will tell you, Sam Stein… if that’s even your real name, the name of the continent is not “Aus°tralia” you stupid “American”, —but Oceania 🌏.
After the break, it’s Sex in The Kitchen followed by my niggaz in Paris, and Katty Kay, Eye swears that Öüï is knot making any of these headlines above the fold³, up ⏫🔼⬆️📈🎤 drop the mic on piano…
I-95… It’s The Eco°nou—Mí! Stupid.
🎶 No-body move, no-Body gets hurt.
And, Claire McCaskill, way before I painted you like don Leo’s French whores, I wanted to introduce Spanglish to the good people of La Sorbonne (en América latina), long story short, one has to be a French nigger to do that, and shift the concept to Puy du Fou and call, IT!, « Franglish at the mall ».
All the fits that’s news.
Still to come, The Producers of Évry body must get stoned return with an askEwe look at The Marshall Plan and Operation Wetback with:
Évry body must get fucked, brazo à brazo y golpe a golpe.
Don Leo Orellana no nos puede dejar mentir, la Idea d’este blog nace después de mover tierra y cielo para organizar un periódico que trata sobre temas del infierno que es mi México lindo y querido. Trou fact, —bitches, enjoy your Woman’s His°tory month. En marcha pues.
You’re a beautiful, beautiful fucked-up man…
Building A Mystery
Sarah McLachlan
In Hilo, Hawaii, Super Tuesday remains in effect but in Paris, France, there is not one fucking Cross in sight.
Enter, los vendeanos de La Vendée on aisle six of the MonoFranPrix frozen section of 20minutes dot fr.
Knot the Ognion, the joke’s on Joe.
And over at the Morning Mika Hump THEY Show, somebody left the barn door open and a Clinton-era angry goat strolled onto the set. For the record, fuck Thé Few, the proud, The Marines : thanks for going ARMY.
Note to editors: Lo ‘heroico’ de los militares de México (en Francia) is directly proportional in irony to the title of ‘Supreme Leader’ in Iran, or « dear, Leader » en Corea la d’Arriba³.
Zeppelin, of course goes here, and starring as the son of Juanito Guanabacoa:
³~. The same goes for Catholic Churches of the Loi de 1901 en París, more on that at nine.
Well… have you, Aussie?
El Sargento Primero Eugenio Sierra de la 2da Compañía de Infantería del Colegio Militar de México (en Botzaris, casi esquadra con rue Hidalgo y Costilla en París 19e).
El guión corre a cargo por un tal Jacques Prévert. La historia en Francés is of course, about perverted justice, perverted institutions, and the year of Indios in France.
And, Representative Maud Gatel, of Paris VI eme, the following cuento like the motion picture “Heroico”, is based on real « madrinas » in your district.
Sin título | Dessiner à l’infini, by El Primer Torero Porno… el próximo toro “MALRAUX³” de Domecq 🐂, le corresponde a PabloPicasso.
³~. Bestiade 16toneladas.
Mercury Rising at Saint-Merri (75003)
Mother’s seekers update from last sunday’s transmission informing about the cremation ovens discovered by a collective of women searching for their sons and daughters in COMALA†.
Pega°sus re°cortes con en°grudo del bueno.
… in LOMAS de SANTA MARÍA†, JALISCO, the son of one of the mother’s that form the collective Mother’s Seekers (Madres Buscadoras) was kidnapped in front of his family when he stepped to the door after someone knocked (or rang, or called his name) at his family home.
They no longer search for JUSTICE nor TRUTH, only MERCY.
†~. “A living hell on Earth,” not to be confused with “el Pueblo bueno” del estado que está a un LADO de Jalisco, allí en donde los Nazis en México se asentaron (en La 🦉 U. 🦉 A. de 🦉 G. 🦉.
In local News, Alexei Navalny is never getting out of jail, unless Ukraine crushes Russia into The Palestine age.
Over at FIP central, Denis Soula painted Marie, all black and if you don’t believe me visit the old C&A, now gutted corner near châtelet, you’ll see 🙈.
And, dear Marianne, for a country who brands itselfherself* as a Hex with no resources, but big ideas, you sure have a lack of imagination. Now give those SAPOS full RSA and the fucking Legion of Honor to that Chechen fellow. That Islamist did nothing wrong, Manuel Valls did, though.
SIN GRAVEDAD
“Momo Mogouchkov had been followed by the DGSI « since the end of July », according to Interior MinisterGérald Darmanin, through wiretapping and physical surveillance measures.
*~. Sorry about that, Marianne, I keep forgetting that youse a cunt, despite the cock. Issy-major-Pasquet, I learned many, many—many Sandía moons ago (through a cat named Freddy de Montreuil-sous-bois) that one has to be French in order to go through this world “Sans Gravité.”
Now, you might think I’m Crazy, but Marianne I’ve done told you that you can Drive my car, but you may only go where I direct your fickle ass… tú.
Issy-Su-Sana Pubeda, “¡Ay, qué lio!”…
Lost in Translations… False Friends in interprétation; expirimir lo que sea necesario, or as needed if you are French.
Y simón que sí, Ministro FETET, you might think that an undocumented clochard like me has no business or, D À.R.E. Eye say, le droit! The right, Mr. Fetet, to lay these lines, but then a-gain, I call–mí–lee remind, Melle. Stephanie Menou, that it was her conflict-of-interest with the promexico crowd at the Cinéma Étoile de Lilas that put me here in the first place. So, yeah, I am well within my lane and on the broken white lines side of the road.
The right side of history, right?
Exprimir, as in: Netanyahu EXPRIMIÓ a su pueblo de Israel, por ZIONISTA que él es.
To be continued… What did Netanyahu know, and when did he first learned of the ATTACK.
Disclose said that French authorities under the presidencies of President François Hollande and President Emmanuel Macron were “constantly informed” of the developments by staff at “several military departments”, but that their concerns were ignored.
French reporter arrested over leaked secrets Published
4 hours ago
The count is Three and Oh!
And, Ayman Moelhaldi³ it’s another Édition of the Captain Louis Renault Award.
³~. Sorry if I dismembered your last name
And here’s another thing that is conspicuously curious at el bendito Boulevard de Saint-Germain-des-Prés, Alicia Leo’s, not that someone who told Ana Anabitarte that she, meaning you was a journalist in the great state of Chihuahua, México, would care 💅…
That place that used to benefit from the Gutenberg Press(e) mile marker in Paris, France (knot the one Texas) is about to turn its internal bowels into a “networking” store, and Alicia Leos, not that you would care 💅, but that corner del Boulevard de las putas viejas de Gabo used to be called The SciencesPo School of Journalism, and here’s the kicker Mike Barnicle, —you son of a bitch! That used to be The New York Times Ivory Tower for their Paris correspondents. Haw’Bout that, COLUMBIA University, how about that! You coq sucking Sons of Bitches.
Enter Monique… this one is right up your alley, mister Paterni, and because I know for a fact that you won’t read this or any other of the fragmented paragraphs of this most non-consequential blog, (I won’t email you a copy either, sir) I must inform you that I neither select the news cycles, the eviction notices, nor the gospel* of E.S.I. Emmaüs. I just re-adjust priorities and roll with your changes in policies ‘tailored-fit’ for a bum like me. It’s not the first time, I have it on good authority that important changes to your immigration written law have been made with me, as the ‘visa incident’ that should have never been allowed to happened… in mind.
For context, just know that for both your current Macronist, and previous Hollandaise 🐄 French Administration, I have been both the gypsy-jew-faggot of the Mitterrand years (during Vichy’s regime) and the sand-monkee-nigger of the Mediterranean. Néanmoins, mister Paterni (and Tony Palma knows this) I wear your Good News* like the ‘legion of honor’, really. I wear your official notices during France’s current transition into the policies of the Extreme Right, like the campaign ribbon 🎀 of that unknown soldier que ustedes (es decir, los franceses) enterraron por debajo del bendito arco de los triunfos de Joaquin Comodus Phoenix 🃏 Guazón… what’s the matter 117 Dujardin was not available to play the role of Bonaparte?
Wag The Dog… the system does not work. SUPPORT your local dog catcher 👮🏿♂️ … Page 179, ¶ before Lydia’s snapshot from the pen of Marie-Ange Schiltz follows below 👇 the belt.
*… and isn‘t it ironic.
from a Canadian songwriter
And now, this:
_from the editors of, “a book with no page numbers³” and the word smiths of “Avant–Propos“, comes the story of, “Chinguen a su madre y tu mamá también”.
Gawd made me funky, —Dawg, I’m a Pathfinder, knot a Headhunter, but Öüï dig’Em# too.
*~. Gospel And this is why, ain’t nobody hittin’ the Rhoades, because if yo’Colonialist interests at the Préfecture broke, IT!, you bought, IT!… or Dye Eye will blow you a-güey.
³~. *lucky for me, I have the motherfucking book in my hands and I can count them pages, Susan.
NOIR & BLANC_UNE ESTHÉTIQUE
DE LA PHOTOGRAPHIE_COLLECTION
DE LA BIBLIOTHÈQUE NATIONALE
DE FRANCE
[Page V; 10]
Flor Garduño | Canasta de luz | 1989
Beyond Ebony & Ivory… Viva La France, and its colonies en el Golfo de Cortés, —Aussie.
Page 11, from 1935 c.e.
« Es probable que en este momento la foto en negro ya vivió como (difunta*) en el cine mudo »
*~. aura vécu de Jean Vétheuil en: consideraciones sobre la evolución de la ‘photographie’. Arts et Métiers graphiques, numéro spécial, p. 123
Réunion des musées nationaux Grand Palais; 08/04 au 06/07 2020
Dear, Susan Page, USA TODAY, please relay to AP Le Mire, that his frustration with the rise of Donald John Trump is analogous (in a bizarro world, of course) to the bump of Francisco Belmont’s Summer Extravaganza Blues³ 🇨🇵 with Maxim Guitar, or some really-really bad Rock and Roll player from France 🇨🇵… or something like that.
Mr. Asvazadourian ⚜️ 🇨🇵 … Öüï see your “fauno” en La Zona Rosa, and Eye raises you a read square with a Sinaloa icon on the area.
Historically, the French 🇨🇵 have always rewarded collaborators [Naziflag not available in This Fifth 🇨🇵 French experiment before their latest ‘Regime’ or, republic goes “tits up”, just like RATS on a Leonardo DiCaprio, flic] which is no surprise for me —Armando Segovia— on this trip, señora BIRKIN, step right in, don Porfirio Muñoz Ledo is awaiting, the fat-fuck wanted FRANCE GALL but she killed herself when she learned that don Porfirio³ had been granted a French slut to accompany him to El Averno.
³~. Muñoz Ledo, q.e.p.d.
sorry, about that Ms. Birkin, I don’t ink the manifest, I only transport you out of that shell that you were hibernating in and suplex the fuck out of you into the Juanito Guanavacoa’s Cypress Hill Extravaganza on RFPP, so without further to do and mitigate, in some way the MARGINILADIAD of Juanito’s version of Freddy Cats’ “cholos re-loaded” here’s some Mariachi Jazz for from señor Tony Palma at ParisDOMICILIATION… in Comala-de-un-Bocado, VERGA INSURANCE in Nice (Côté d’Azur) follows.
So blame your InStiTúTions
Si Nos Dejan
And, Kurt Burdella, or whatever your Asian heritage might be… ask Susan Page, she knows, it’s all in a famous last name, but Nevermind… 📻 It’s all about them Dead Kennedys and Prohibition.
PARIS DOMICILIATION
the process
³~. En contexto para Raphael Parenti³, if you, or the good people of l’abbé Pierre at Agora ever should read this ¶… I recommend a “botellita” de Coca for a better amusement; so stick-around, and I will show your French Ambassador in Mexico [Asvazadourian] how to “white-out” an indésirable « spick » en Châtelet and most importantly, how to make Cat-sup out of his little pussy, Diego.
³~. Counselor 2020-2022 at E.S.I. Agora, for context please check back on Monday, July 24th.
Have a Nice vacation 🪓🪓🪓
in memoriam… immigrants, and the first generation of Ukrainian immigrants to France who loved them.
Viva México… en el Sur de Francia, and if you are just finding out that the Indians en Ceylan have nothing in common, or rather, nothing to do with the Indios de Celaya, worry-knot young Buck–Stars de Botzaris, because in the next paragraph Eye will “flirt” with the Celestial hypothesis of Serrat’s “Tío Alberto” and it’sits alignment entre “Esos Tipos y Yo” y lo « bonito que caga, el señor ».
Da todo lo que puede dar Su casa está de par en par Quien quiere entrar tiene un plato en la mesa Pero no os cambia el cielopor La orden de la Legión de Honor Que le dio la RepúblicaFrancesa
i.m. 🛎️
After the break it’s Serge Gainsbourg and his precisely relevant wordiness of a Wordsmith and his Muse.
Jane Birkin: Artist and style icon’s life in pictures
Tío Alberto, tío Alberto… I still remeber the days in 2013~2015 when Francisco Belmont, in the role of Juanito Guanavacoa at Raul Velasco’s Gallery, shaded “American -gringo- Music”, Évry time that he, and all of the other “FLAKY-Left” motherfuckers saw me around.
Juanito GuanavaEmE Mala Fe.
… fast-forward to today’s editon of “Aquí somos, aquí estamos”, all-of-a-sudden, Juanito Guanavacoa is a, “picking-cotton-picker” for profit, —off-track.
So if the regular-vacationing French persons wonders why the world hates you it’s because you provide MAMUNIA to criminals who used to wear a badge in thier respective “shit-hole” countries.
For the record: Mamounia means “safe haven” in Arabic.
… and as predicted last month, from a trend picked_up last year during FRENCH vacation, the Juanito Guanavacoa Show is left to his own devices at Frequence Paris Plurielle (106.3 fm) and naturally, now that the flaky-left in FRANCE is on vacation and the good~people at Alain Rouquié house is not listening, Juanito “profits” from the calamities in Mexico, which he off-TRACK, helped to create.
… for the record, “SoFy Velasco and her tales” are missing from Juanito’s Sunday show, not sure if she’s not among the colaborators there any-more.
Tommy Thom, Baby Small and middle-of-the-road tactial members del Club de La Mano Pachona; Pointer, Tall, and Ringo… meet our Muppets syndic Mano Manu and his wife Mais-non Mais-non.
Ladies in Gemini, with the annual mandatory vacations at France Public Radio and the on-going Hollywood Land strike, Öüï the staff have no other course of action than to look up into the dark sky and, watch the Zodíacos do their thing in the confines of, The motherfucking Twilight Zone.
☄️
But first, Eye wants to touch base with Marie-Louise’s coke, Eye has some weed, perhaps Öüï could roll a primo. It’s a push–pull kind of high, or 👇 if youse know what Eye means. Personally, They say that Frosted Flakes is where it’s At, Beck.
At the same time, but in another institute, other pendejadas were taking over the stage. I mean, how can I compete with those three little witches? They are fucking adorable you son of a bitch, —but not in a Donald Trump/Ivanka way, o.Kay?
³~. July 12, 2023, @AsvazadourianJP… say hello to Diego, nice Pussy you’ve got there J-P. … Must be the season of the Witch, pues, mister Embajador Azvazadourian.
Marie-Ange continues: Dans le jardin des Halles, il y a une vieille dame effrontée et facétieuse, Marie-Louise, je la connais bien. Elle verse son rouge dans une bouteillede Coca, goguenarde : « les passants sont plus gentils », dit-elle. Je les croise souvent, elle et son « Coca ». Par un jour lumineux, je la sens inquiète. Après plusieurs hospitalisations suivies de mises à l’abri temporaires en maison de repos dans la région parisienne, les services sociaux lui proposent un hébergement, loin, du côté de Compiègne, le transfert est imminent. Entre inquiétude et soulagement, elle a sur elle les photos du lieu, une grande bâtisse dans un parc. C’est majestueux, il y a de l’espace, mais que deviendra sa vie sans son « Coca » et le secteur des Halles, qu’elle écume mollement pour répondre aux besoins du jour. Dernier échange, havre, liberté, perte d’autonomie, je ne sais, l’histoire s’arrête.
BREAKING KNEWS… wait for’Em#
Ladies in Gemini, as the good mechanic in the Role of a Life Time in the Asteroid City quadrant of our Milky Way Galaxy, “Évry thing is connected but nothing is working”, JUANITO GUANAVACOA is projecting his “estado fallido”, ahora hasta con MOTONETOS, and considering that it was with “motorcycles” that Juanito Belmont “alias” Guanavacoa started his career as a goon for old CHARROS in Mexico it’s not unusal that he gets a FRENCH RETIREMENT and a performers VISApaid for by that FRENCH “I.V.A.” and Euro-taxes.
MORALEJA, Excellentissime ambassadeur, and to quote McCartney’s lyrics, “no es lo mismo, no seas mamun-IA, que AI-mamón”:
The next time you see L.A. rainclouds Don’t complain it rains for you and Mí.
