Category Archives: Book Two

Page 34, Don Cornelius: confessions of a recovering racist and other supercool jive talk

House Party follows, political convertion conversion optional.

Diss-tract…ions for the Voto Latino and a fucking Sema-for :

Issy-You-Can Rink, my belle.

Deer, Reid HOFFMAN, won’t you be—my WasCawÖüï-O’Hare-Wabbit?

Issy-Saturn-Day morning cartoons were never the same after Don Cornelius showed US how to boogie at the roller 🛼 skate🕺🏽 rink… 🎶 This is your night ⚽ to-night, Évry-thing’s gonna bee—Alright (2x).

 

And, Congressperson Joseph Charles Scarborough the third, Eye bets that Ewe did not know that The Rev. was color-coding his dapper-tan with my serving 🍽️ of rosbif MOJO ; pass the biscuits Rolling 🛘 Stone.

Delcy cried Dixie

… 🚂 and Marty McFly, never mind American Bandstand here comes the Soul Train, all Aboard!

Nothing, absolutely nothing is happening in Paris Tonight. Nada.

 

Up next… “My Niggas in Paris”, but first Öüï asks:

Is Eugene Daniels obsessed with unemployed people interested in politics, or is that nigger projecting his fears on/at MSNOW?

 

The Terror in Rockridge… a Brooks du Bois film³

³~. On the W.E.B..

From, the producers of “What a Widow”,  “The Trespasser” and, “The Swamp” comes the story of the bootlegger that could, Joseph Patrick Kennedy in Hollywood.

“When his Satanic plot backfired, Kennedy finally gave up on movies. The last refuge for a scoundrel is politics.

P. 46 in Kenneth Anger’s, “Hollywood Babylon II”. Arrow Books Limited ; LONDON 1984

“Contrairement a mon prédécesseur, je ne danse pas avec les loups!”

Le beau Robin de Locksley, —in tights, S.V.P..

🎶 Évry-body knows that the dice are loaded

Pump Up The Volume because on the menu it’s Gumbo a base de cola 🪗 de sirenas.

Évry-body knows — Las Delicias del Poder

 

Ai’ght now, pay attention now ‘cus Öüï’s going to Riverside on the San Brdo. side of La Road to Cucamonga con escala en el Rancho Moreno, any 🦉 hoot, Évry-body knows that Pedro y Pablo eran hermanos, but Mí will get to that camioneta negra³ after touching base with Puebla de Zaragoza vía Chicago… sin olvidar San Luís Río Colorado, como lo hizo “un matutino” on the Indio side of Riverside.

³~. Or was that camioneta 🛻 ‘grey’ con Placas de Guadalajara… who could know? Knot Mí, maybe Charlotte Bibring knows, she’s drunk like a piano—knot Mí… ask Stephanie Daniel (she’s our 💉 héroïne 🪡  for today).

Los Super Capos, Season in The Abyss : Épisode Tú. Synopsis : the producers plasman como Dr. Trump is to Jesus Christ like Dr. Dre is to the field of Medicine.

Previously on “Los Super Capos”, Homelander was about to celebrate Cinco de Mayo weekend in Ivry, not Èvry.

Now, SIREM y ARAM are probably wondering right about now “que vela 🕯️ tienen ellos que ver” en este episodio, on account that they are not even brothers, and they certainly don’t drive a fucking “furgoneta noir” vers la bendita Sorbonne de la economía nuestra de cada día. Eye says don’t worry about it by the time that Öüï hits Redlands, Riverside will be in the back of my rearview mirror as i (Armando Segovia) hits Corona.

 

Brussel sprouts are Évil

Bone Spurs visits the Supreme Court

But first, it’s SIX DEGREES of PANCHO VILLA and GEORGE PATTON… book one, where Molly Jong-Fast jumps on trampoline dressed like a fucking tank(…ers uniform) designed by “Old Guts and Glory” himself.

We can circle around the moon, but we cannot get through some straight in The Middle East.

 

Let U.S. ketch-up, and if youse motherfuckers have not been paying attention, Eye told Ewe cocksuckers that by the time That the next full moon was up Öüï would be smacking a little CONEJO 🐇 on the Bright Side of Selene, and here in a few minutes across The Atlantic, Artemisia “will demonstrate
Ten somersets,” she’ll undertake on her way to The Dark Side of The Moon, Apollo will cameo on take-off from The Cape.

Big Pussy President Address follows.

 

Still to come on Trump TV, it’s The King of Great Britain who travels to D.C. to award The Head Pig in Charge at 1600 Pennsylvania avenue there with the first-ever OBE 🦁for 🦄PEAS.

Sources close to the first Canadian to fly-Mí to the moon (a weird fish) wonders if the King will be meeting with Andrew’s victims and talk with those cunts about Jeffrey Epstein and his connections to Donald John Trump?

Elite deferments from war.

 

For the record, Patton and Villa are in a bar, hilarity ensues when Hitler walks in and tells George and Pancho, “I told you so, those fucking JEWISH settlers are worst than Heydrich!”

The Beersheba Hill Billies, starring Arnold Chazir as Netanyahou’s pig.

 

Jump to page Tú at 6 in L.A.., happening now it’s The Executive Pig riding on/in The Beast on his way to listen to The Supremes in D.C..

From Mel to Menza, all of my Last Action Hero[s] are drummers

Hail, hail, rock and roll… and Sid Cesar auch.

Remember Durango, Dom? The 2000 year old man.

So, -story goes, know Cesar, know Brooks.

And  if Ewe knows Brooks, then you know that on the opposite side of La Chingada, en Chiapas, Chucho was doing his thing 🥁

As a player, Nick had a very powerful jazzy flair, unpredictable and always entertaining…

Dave Mustaine Defends Political Views: ‘I’m Not A Right Winger’

https ://www .alternativenation .net /dave-mustaine-defends-political-views-im-not-a-right-winger/

Dave Mustaine on the collapse of Nick Menza at a jazz joint in L.A. (2016)

💅 pop music

 

Música popular

Time now : 22h45 and Daddy Yankee is reaping what Calle 13 sowed on the Ari Melver ate Nicole Wallace Show.

Mamma Mia — Most beautiful angel ever. I love you Giorgia, y tus melones, —Aussie!

And like this we, the staff, close another January, and this one? Well this one leaves a bright full moon for the shortest straw in the calendar, —February.

And in Washington… a lo maduro, a lo maduro³

³~. Todos traen su caja de miel.

I say you will when you won’t — Ah, ah…

 

Honey Don’t

Katty Kay got the “when I’m 64” hair-doo, classic. And over at the Maracaibo scene, the oil 🛢️ companies are all giddy about Marco Rubio’s calculations to torpedo the Brand New Cubans.

Across the West Wing. Donald Trump is now showing the signs designed by Hitler’s doctor, sources close to Walter Reed relay that the president’s health is going to shit. No word if mister Trump’s, Aspirin® regime is lazed with feces, like Hitler’s doctor did with his number 1 patient’s amphetamine pills.

Up next, La Nueva República and a look back to Táchira y El Alternativo con Jorge Saldaña y los socialistas postizos de la juventud bolivariana de Alicia Leos en la sopa de morena-francia en el Beaubourg de le Marais en París, that’s where Jim lived so nevermind the Monkees around, they are all with Mélenchon.

 

Moving slow on my sloWEST gear ⚙️

There’s a kNEW irony in town🐨, and his name is Ahmed al-Ahmed… 🦘 Issy-Australia-is—Dee’Enemy.

± tolerance of 6º of Kevin Bacon

± tolerance of 6º of Kevin Bacon… but you have to be French to be invited.

Fuck The Police… coming straight from the Down under —ground..

https ://abcnews .go .com /man-disarmed-alleged-shooter-australias-bondi-beach/

But first, it’s breaking the 📰 news:

Oh, Susie Q… she’s a butter knife on the MAGA back with no marrow, because the MAGA TRUMP has no fucking spine, so a butter knife is all that Ewe needs to smear the President’s office.

Donald John Trump, the president of the United States of America, vows to pardon whom’Eva killed Rob Reiner.

Oh, the humanity.

And, Susana Poveda, to hell with Denise Soula (that motherfucker) I don’t care, I’m This, and for the rest of the THEY, the DJ will dish out the Peter Cat RECORDING Cº. music in order to fuck by-the-manual since Évry-body is getting stoned… so 🎶 turn off your mind—relax and flow downstream.

Seriously, turn-off your mind, it’s the next step in espionage, and all you need to add is love:

Deer, Jan Martínez Ahrens, meet Johanne Grazia Poisson

La carta al director… now the good thing about this most non-consequential blog (te lo juro) is that you won’t bother to read it ; however, if you should ever meet Dr. Poisson then maybe, just maybe she would second what I (Armando Segovia), responded to Alicia Leo’s and the cadre of the 6éme bureau dépôt at la préfecture de police (Cité) when I was asked in 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015 and finally, in 2016, why I refrained from publishing what my findings (arrojaban) as these related to the framework of my talents and skills proposal to the French consulate (2010) in Los Angeles, California, 90025.

https ://asegovia3 .com /2016/03/15 /zanahorias-y-un-trebol-de-tres-hojas/

You Say You Want Revolution? Meet me in Venezuela.

 

The answer might sound pretentious, but if you time that dreaded historical épisode when Donald John Trump descended from his escalator in New York City, and juxtapose it with what I posted on that particular week then maybe, just maybe you sir, might begin to see who my number one reader was, heck I dare say, that if Hillary Clinton would not have been such a cunt to U.S. “deplorables” and instead had read between my “news letter” lines, Jeffrey Epstein would probably still be alive and that son-of-a-bitch destroying the White House would be wearing an orange jumpsuit in a federal prison.

Any 🦉 hoot, Jan Martínez Ahrens… “Just’ah two good ol’ boys”

Öüï’s gonna be doing some math’s with the alphabet and given the last letter manifesting today in México City, I am going to borrow one of the TWO “zetas” from Hazzard and drive the GENERAL LEE to Verdun… and you and Mí are going to visit Claudia’s “Feria del Frijol”, because as Cervantes once wrote :

En todas casas cuecen habas; y en la mía, a calderadas (El Quijote II 13).

https ://www .gob .mx /presidencia /prensa /gobierno-de-mexico-presenta-frijoles-bienestar-e-invita-a-la-feria-del-frijol-y-la-agrobiodiversidad

Dangling Participle : Alicia Leos

Previously on, “Las mañanitas en Israel”… Alicia was playing una diana para todos los que quieren y aman a Claudia Sheinbaum.

This ain’t no etude, nº 16.

 

The following story no tiene “ni pies ni cabeza”, and no Alicia, Eye knows that your mariachi singing mind would not understand. Congratulations on your festival, Issy-quién-lo diría en el 2012 en un auditorio de SciencesPo que tú serías la que iba a representar a la embajada, Víctor Quintana (Ph.D) no me dejaría mentir, any güeys : good for you.

https ://www .reddit .com /r /mexico /comments /respuesta_de_joven_expuesto_por_la_presidenta/

Issy-Alicia-Leos, como bien lo apunta el jovén mexicano a quién “tu presidenta” balconeo en su rueda de propaganda, “le recuerdo (señora) que quién tiene las filas repletas de priístas, panístas e impresentables” es la embajada del México en cualquier rincón del mundo… neta que que tiempos aquellos cuando “la gaviota” era lo que encendía tus pasiones de la Pasionaria, la recuerdas, Alix? Te acuerdas de la Pasionaria de Chevaleret? Saludos a tu mamá y no es sarcasmo ni mentada porque ella lo dijo mejor, “el periodista va a lo que va.”

 

En fin, if you don’t read this most non-consequential [blog] then you most certainly missed the part where I (Armando Segovia) told y’all that i would be sending a signal of Life from The Louvre, and just to keep with Alicia Leos’ old spirit of protest i give you cock-lovers (🐓) El País de Andalucía meets Dela 🇫🇷 Cruz wait for it, Alicia, wait… gotta RUN, —man!

Yup! It’s still D.A.R.E.

Listen to the music, it will keep you sane… like Jane.