Day 4, 2019 — The Plot Thickens… zat you, boludo?

12.20 Central NATO Time.

The Pôles are Talking 2.

Double Feature:

The Toxic Avenger.

“Get Up Offa That Thing”.

Now playing, at Le Cineteca National.

We apologize to our non-readers, but Technical Difficulties, in the KEY of:
manu docile
(asi como cuando los felinos
y las Felinas juegan con su
e–maus) nos tienen por el momento
We [the motherfucking staff] will
return, Shorty.
Así que mientras giramos
Vayan a ver si ya pusó
La Marrana, pero por el
Amor de Macron;
Doña Vilma Fuentes,
no le pique ni le grate
el Cul de Cochon
a la quina, que se nos alteran
los chanchitos.
Y ya ve usted, doña Saade como suelen
ser de BOLUDOS esos Lechones.
Leguas El Caballo, en el que VILLA,
más se paseaba.

Las Fuentes de doña Vilma:

… wait for it, Jacques, wait.

Pig Latin for David Brooks
en —Meet the Press.



Louie Prima and The Witnesses were there…

Smoke on The Water was supposed to follow, but the Cat’s à Cité wanted to play…

TimeStamp: 18:03 à Cité.   }—~~~\*>  Rock, Paper, Onions?

“The Dude Abides”.

… and The Army keeps rolling along.

Ladies in Gemeni
please keep your Squelch-on
a Yellow wave continues to
“Toss but no Sink”
a La Cité.

Sin Embargo, les vagues nos tienen
[al staff]
yendo d’aquíp’alla
y d’alláp’aca.

…en unos momentos regresamos con el último adios a George Herbert Walker Bush, and the rest of Last Week Today’s passing of the peace pipe and —of course— the talking stick en el Zócalo de López Obrador… perdón, el Presidente Constitucional de Los Estados Unidos Mexicanos, el Licenciado, Andrés Manuel López Obrador.

“Me canso ganso”
que mientras quede cuerda
we’ll spin The Top,
o como le dicen los franceceses
al tromp’o
une toupie espagnole

TimeStamp: Donovan’s Mello-Yello,
at Veinte después de las Seis en CET.

Stick around… really, y’all the Jazz Hour follows.

TimeStamp:19.00 hrs. CET

Relance: Last Call for papers. Una Comedia de Enredos

Swedish sirens, do it.

We [the staff] don’t select the mermaids, we just hear’em as they surface.

Dicho de otra manera, la única forma de dejar una huella de tiempo como prueba de que el evento se hace en vivo, mi querida Marianna, pues se hace por medio de tus medios públicos. Lo mismo se hace con, en ese mismo sentido, con el ganado de los msnbc, por poner un ejemplo.


If we [the staff], would carry with us the legal authority to StampMark each of one of the entries on this blog, we would most certainly DO IT.

We [the staff] would. It only takes one or three seconds to type, “TimeStamp: yada–yada_sinefeld,” but there’s no rush in that.

So instead we screen–grab the fip out of the Sirens, and Zig–Zag™️ the themes and references into a synchronized silent dialog with specific echos from the transcrips in each frame. Try Timing that in real time.


For the record, and in the interest of being as transparent as possible, it’s the 23 hundred hours of the day. It’s 1 day, 17 hours, and 00 minutes until the countdown for the first Sunday in 2024 begins to grow into a memory with every click on that clock and, when the next president of Mexico will be furnished with a Report Card for his intrepid and populist attempt to transform the land of Tunas, o como les dicen los francececes al producto de la penca del nópal: hijo de la barbaridad Higo de la barbaridad; y no “hijo de la barbaridad”, porque eso es otra cosa y en ese guión todavía falta convencer a Salma Hayek para que se ponga las prendas de “la chingada”, o sea la verdadera Madre de todos los mexicanos, cuál trinche Virgen de Guadalupe ni que Ocho Cuartos.

Entonces pues, Salma, the following screen-grab contains an official notice from the Préfecture de Police in Paris, asking the writer[s] of this most inconsequential blog about the status of a Catch–22–like process that started with the proposition of gathering interviews and real–time news data about the Sexenio (six–year term in office) of the winner of the 2012 Mexican Election —and, this is a very important element of the story, — as viewed from abroad.

“Hay quienes ven esto como un Vaso medio Vacio, pero también hay quienes lo ven como un Vaso medio Lleno. Verlo así, es pensar, —joven”. El Heraldo de México.

Do you Marianne, know where Enrique Peña Nieto’s ( the winner of the 2012 election) expectations went, and especially with regards to the re-booting of The Year Of Mexico in France? Los Amigos de México en Francia, should… o mismo:

🎵 Sing it again. Let’s all get up and dance to a SON that was a hit before Your mother (Morena–Francia) was born… do Ewe recognize the lyrics? These might help: 🎺🎶 Ay–Ay ¡Ay— HAY!!! Canta y no llores, porque cantando se Alegra Cielito Lindo —“el pueblo bueno”.



Hey good looking…may Eye have this dance?

TimeStamp: Calexico en francés… 17h27 in Central Siren Time.

Hey… context follows, but given Steve Bannon’s expeditionary dreams, EWE’all might get the wrong idea of this most inconsequential post, eh…

Clint Eastwood follows… and he’s “got sunshine in a bag,” yeah—buddy, the Future is, is, is…

In plain sight and in Black and White

Fat Fuck is coming to town…  Sources say that Monsieur Jean Marie Le Pen has already booked a suite for this  propagandist at the Régina.

The beast arrival sources:

* Willie Nelson.

Complément de Affaire — CERFA n° 13473*01 — Una música VISCERAL

Timestamp: Diez (minas) y un Cuarto, en la Rue Saint-Loius en L’Île… en Central Siren Time.

Yes indeed Cousin Joe, Yes INDEED, meet BRONTIS À LA PRÉFECTURE de Paris. •–_!_-* Fun fact
Ewe’all: did you know that The White House has been, —since way before— Henry’s fixes at La Fútbol Asociación? SINCE Way before —EWE’ALL— Kissinger fixed the Chilenean World Cup of September 11 of 1973— now drink that Water and hold Mika’s hand, Cousin Joe— G’ahead, Cousin Joe, hold her pretty Department of State hand.

La Concha de tu Madre—reLoaded!!!

Complémént de Affaire, CERFA n° 13473*01
Line five out of six:

… but first, the news.

The following must be read in a George Cloony voice with a Laughing Cha Cha Cha playing on the background.

Extinct relatives. The last time that these two were seen together, the climate conditions called for a cool overcoat. Right now the season is warm and it is inevitable to avoid seeing undies on the streets, don’t blame us for catching an occasional glimpse—heck, one needs not look ‘sous les jupes de fip’, Mika, if you know what “Eye wanna Hold Your Hand,” means.  •-_!–•  There’s a new kid in town, let’s hope that under this Summer’s Sun that ride doesn’t go the way of the GoBee Bike and the benevolent Sac–a–dos.

Indeed, it was a rather naive “présentation sur « papier libre » du projet de creation du plan d’affaire” on account of the GoBee Bike project.

Maybe, just maybe the timing was wrong for project GoBee Bike to hit the scene at the dawn of the Great VELO War of 2017, when Velib’s changing of the guard was about to take place and three other private bicycle providers were dumpping their “güilas” all over the Île-de–France.

I’ll be blunt, GoBee Bike first mistake was trusting les Francilliens with such thin spokes, I mean it did not take a week to see young-adults punishing the GoBee Bikes everywhere. When the month of March 2018 arrived the streets of Paris were pretty much a junk yard littered with the fleet of GoBee’s that ended up as parts–and–pieces of a pretty neat service… but the other players in this business of transportation choices, they just couldn’t let GoBee Bike be.

In my non–consequential opinion the foul was not “kids just being kids”, there is a lot of money to be made in the alternative public tranportation business, and GoBee Bike didn’t think that it’s delicate rims would be sabotaged by the competition.

There’s a new kid in town, y se llama Patín del Diablo, from the creators of Green Hell and The Last Caress.

TimeStamp: 13h20

Dear, Brontis à La Préfecture… the following must be read in an AMAL CLOONEY’s voice:

Service Continu…

Dear, 6éme Bureau á Cité; please be adviced that my client has already furnished your office on two occassions with the current demand from your email on line five of six, on the Complément de Dossier request, date stamped on May the 24 of 2018.

Amal Cloony, Barrister–at–Large.

Agnes, won’t Ewe make the Axolotl’s suits and hook’em up with a few “paper dolls”… of course Ewe would. Thank’s.

p.s.: please do not force our firm to stash our client at the Equatorian Embassy should your office deny him of his “titre de sejour” renewal.

Bah—Oui, Truman Burbank: “Everything is recorded”

Complémént de Affaire, CERFA n° 13473*01
Line five out of six

But first: The News:

Slovenian mannequin… TimeStamp: 11h30 In CET. }–—–~~~\*>   Some say that it was because of the first lady, others that it was because of the first daughter, cynics and semiologists seem to agree that it was in fact, “bad television”  the kind of stuff that the mayority of people don’t want to be reminded of, you know; stuff like trains rounding and carring off the jews (mostly) into the guarded  compunds where men, women and children would be separated forever. Donald Trump is a reality television producer, and he—and—he alone arrived to the conclussion that even Dr. Goebbles would understand that the audio tapes of crying toddlers asking for their parents, and euphamisms for concentration camps with nomenclatures such as,  “tender age shelters”  was just really–really–really bad television because it turned off a lot of the people that thought that they could not get enough of  Donald Trump and the greatest reality tv show on the face of a dying planet. In any case scenario, we [the] staff, would like to point our that we dig’ her stance on her husband’s cruel and unusual policies, and would like to take this opportunity to also add a Slovenia’n National dress on one of John DeAndrea’s nude mannequins, just in case he (Donald Trump) forgot that his wife got into The United States —and stayed— by any means necessary… including fornicating with a man like him.

TimeStamp: 180 minutes to Summer Solstice in Central Europe Time.

We are now officially in Summer Time countdown, this year, the longest day of the year was shortened by two-hours—truly Trino*, the terrorist have won. Last year and the year before, the Fiesta de la Música in Paris went until 2 a.m., for the 2018 edition la juerga corre hasta la media noche… Now, Ewe don’t have to go home, but Ewe can’t stay over yonder near the corner where i sleep, eh…

Coming up: Fake News vS. Media P.I., starring Laurène Loctin and Aude Favre. 

TimeStamp: 9 minutes for France opportunity for a SHOT at winning for the first time on Russian soil; it’s not Winter, so the odds, Napoléon, are looking swell.

18h43 in Central Europe Time

19h04… Huh, who would have thunk it, FIP went on Strike and cancelled the Fiesta de La Musica. It seems that “La comadre Lety” y el resto de los Technicians no estan de acuerdo con el contrato colectivo y cerraron el changarro… por otro lado, solo a unos periodistas se les puede ocurrir programar un debate sobre “fake news” cuando la música y el Sol suena y calienta afuera de La Canopée à Châtelet. En fin.

… al salir de la Canopée y El Fake News Colloque era el minuto 84’

Croacia 2 – Argentina… LA CONCHA DE TU MADRE!!!

Minuto 90’

Croacia 3 – Diego Llora.

3 minutos de compensación

Croacia 3 — Argentina 0

BROZOvic entra a la cancha y argentina se regresa a Buenos Aires en un Vuelo De AEROMÉXICO.

TimeStamp: 21h52 in Central Europe Time!!!

Oh, The Humanity!!!

In other topics, it’s handicapable month at La Canopée, tonight’s Fake News —information— session was geared toward the hearing impaired, Media p.i. is what one might call a information clearinghouse for the deaf.

It turns out, from what we [the] staff could gather from our kindergarden level French, that aside from the professional peddlers of sucker media juice for the brain dead, it is that the motherfucking subtitles on BFM TV —por decir— that are all out of wack; no wonder my French is all, let’s just say —twisted. I tried to learn the language of love and diplomacy through the BeFeMer’s closed captioning system and all i got as feedback from the locals was a kick in the ass and a persona non—grata card. THANK’s BFM!!! Youg Fucks!

TimeStamp: Dust in the wind at Dauphine Square, at « Paire & Fils » with a Fender Strat and Trumpet sounding at sunset… followed by: Marie’s her name. 22h35.

22h50 My favorite Square in Paris… Carolina graces this place and the mood is all BARBARA: Black Eagle / L’Aigle Noir. En voz, de Joël Dalle, quien arremetió con « Pour un flirt… comme toi »… de un tal Michel… 75006 Rue Mazarine / Rue de Seine.

23 HUNDRED HOURS!!!  HAWAII 5-0 at the other end of Rue Mazarine entronque con Rue Gueneguad… music by a an all Brass Band with Tri-tom… they follow with THE CURE mash-up!!! A mash-up Ewe’All!

Le Lion est mort ce soir, versión POW WOW, con 4 tubas y un chingo de fierros… No LLORES POR MI argentina—follows.

23h25 Place d’Acadie… CHAVOS RUCOS!!!

The What? — The Who… puto!!! Don’t be FOOLED AGAIN!… 23:30. THE EXODUS IS HERE!

The What? — The Who… puto!!! Don’t be FOOLED AGAIN! }—–—~~~\*>  for follow-up visit: EelPieBand on their fucking facebook page… Ewe get a freebie, Zuckerberg.

23h45… Can Ewe see The REAL ME, Brontis?


… fuck the curfew: 00:39 Rue l’arbre sec … « do the walk of life »…

Note from Fenster the COPY–Editor:
This entry was corrected for dangling participles.

Las Fuentes de doña Vilma:

Like an X-Ray… ISSY, Corazón—Eye Hear Madrid ah–Knocking; what i don’t Know is if la 6éme bureau à Cité et moi, See “i 2 i”, can Ewe smell what this Rock is cooking?

Wait for it, wait…

“Well Did EWE Evah? — Complémént de Affaire, CERFA n° 13473*01

Good Afternoon Marianne.
It’s 4:20 in CET… Shall we continue with this Dance
might as well —i mean— You know, to welcome Ringo Starr and “La Fiesta de La Musica” en toda LA FRANCE… Night and Day, BabyDay and Night.

Dear Marianne: With all due respect, i have already explained several times — sur papier libre — what your people at the 6émé bureau call a “projet de création de plan d’affaire,” and although, Baby, some of the key players* les “héroes de feuilleton” have changed teams in this most non-consequential saga; “The Song,” Marianne — “Remains the Same.” Cordialmente, armando segovia.

Si la foto es buena…

Context on line five follows… it’s the 11th Hour and we send a Shout Out to TRMS and — La larme vue dans le monde entier!

I know, Marianne, — i know what’s going to go through the minds of the reviewers of my most inconsequential CERFA formulaire at le 6éme bureau when they see one of Barbara’s line on a Parisian trash can with a perfectly good and, might we add; sealed « matin léger » six pack… now,  if we [the staff] knew anything about subtilité, we’d tell you that it’s because a « matin léger »  is « facile à digérer »…

What do You say we take a pause from the dance and instead play « hardball », eh?

Issy, BARBARA, whereever You might be, “Si la foto es buena”, sure the theme of the lyrics changed, but the abominable Cruel and Unusual form of punishment patterns are ALL THERE, down to the « President’s Wife », eh? — ScreenGrab is courtesy of The Chris Matthes Show and his access to the archives of the National Broadcasting Company… ISSY, Marianne, the good thing about this most non—consequential blog is that the French don’t have a National Broadcasting COMPANY, eh!

TimeStamp: 01h00 in CET

… and no Marianne, we [the staff] have not, we repeat—to quote Chris Matthews— have not done a single “backflip” since we’ve landed on the CDG, no Ma’am. Instead, Marianne, what we’ve had to do since day 8th, when the Year of Mexico in France was put in the garbage can is a bunch of motherfucking forward somersaults.

And, as a matter of fact, one of these piruetas pa’lante was a response to Brontis à la préfecture rejection for the renewal of the second part of the permit that we [the staff] identified as a “blank card” to basically swim like fish in water when it came down to gathering the elements of a story about corruption and privilege.

We call these maromas, tangentes interesantes, or Cross Media Tangents.

The Little Red Girl… ISSY, Marianne, soon after Brontis à la préecture confiscated our « titre de sejour » and with it our both of our feet—along with our shoe leather reporting credentials— Donald Trump came into the Mexican scene, and to quote the « Ministry », “THERE WAS ONLY ONE THING THAT I COULD DO” and that was, to “ding–a–ding–long” my SEIS GRADOS de Kevin Bacon, i had to develop a way to keep my honing my craft while keeping the ingredients within the tropes and topics of the “melting pot” that gave Country, and my early “horn of plenty” childhood formation that infused my soul; REMEMBER MARIANNE, Que Yo Soy Un Producto de la S.E.P.—eh!

… in Central Europe Time it’s six hours to summer solstice, right now Robert Zimmerman is strumming the Tombstone Blues, or some “great commander–in–Chief” saying “death to all who shed a tear,” or something like that—hell, Raquelito, Dylan even ended the song with how “Ewe gotta put a Wall—over here,” can you believe how the times seem to not be changing!

TimeStamp 06h29 in CET.

TimeStamp: Flipsville… in Siren Central Time

The Longest Day Follows.