… History from the 321 Armor Division follows; it’s a forgotten Fact… and to Celebrate, it’s Poetry à Saint Sulpice, starring Lightning “MCQEEN”… she just escaped from a Disney®️ comic strip ”work” camp, and she’s about to start taking names… don’t miss The Backstory, starring Kasie Hunt, as Lightning “MCQEEN”.
Bobby no es ningún Beto, Bill.
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The good thing about this most inconsequential Blog, is that in FRANCE there is no NATIONAL Public Radio… puro radio Intrenacional, eh! And for that, You can Thank The Voice of America.
Issy… Right Now it’s 14:10 y la cabina que controla los navíos de Paris, and most definitely The Siren’s Den, no me pueden dejar mentir, Le Arizona (just in case Ewe’all forgot the Backstory) acaba de cruzar “La Cité” and the ex–Beatle turned “Black Horse” recien se acordó of “All those Years Ago”.
Fun Fact… el potrillo de este Zaino, por conducto de su “chingada” Madre, es mexicano… PENELOPE CONTEXT Follows… wait for it, wait.
The Longest Day… in Hell —follows. Le Québec est invité d’honneur.
TimeStamp: 21h00 CET… minute of silence starts right now.
Dear, Joy Reid, you are all right — and Jim Carrey is a helluva an I.C.E. iced baby artist… B.T.W…
I.C.E. storm troopers representation by Jim Carey. •–_¡_–• SS/Gestapo like tactics courtesy of Herr Hitler… courtesy of Herr Trump and Frau Nielsen from the Newspeak division of “Health and HUMAN Services… HEIL TRUMP!!! •-_¡_–• TimeStamp NOW is 2300 hrs. in Central Europe Time.
we [the staff] wonder what one of those pretty pink-babies trademarked butt-cheeks with the Trump grandson stamp of approval would be fetching in the “child trafficking” market right now, considering that Health and Human Services TSARina, Kristen Nielsen, has been ‘over stocking’ the racket that caters to human traffikers with the kidnapped children of ASYLUM SEEKERS in the home of the great—and the land of the free…
[Joy’s tweet follows]
… it’s just a thought Ivanka, it’s just a musing Don Jr., it’s just a vision for Ewe’r sister’s tone-deaf approach to a mommie and baby stock photo when YOUR Dad’s goons are committing crimes against humanity in so many different ways.
Joy and Happy send a message to Chinese Trademark mom and her fascist dad.
Yup, with the same ire of a lava river like the ones flowing on the Main Island right now, May of 1968 sparked a matchstick that would expand to different corners of the world, the fire sparks would make it all the way to May of 1970 in Ohio and 1971 in Mexico on the very day that the Body of the SuperStar was supposed to be observed, la cosa, Gustavo, es de que los pinches froggies también inventaron el 2 de octubre, fecha que como el PUTO de Luis Echeverria Álvarez y su puto partido de rateros, asesinos y vende patrias sabe muy bien, El Gran Hijo de su cochina madre, que NO SE OLVIDA.
Hawaiian Punch.
”No reason to get Excited”…
It’s just a bull, the Moon, the Sun, and of course: Time & Space, eh!
Sunshine was let in jusst before it headed South at around 20h15 in CET… coming up: STREET motherfucking FIGHTING MAN — after ALL EWE NEED IS LOVE!
… Y por supuesto John Mill Ackerman, si supieras quienes son los Rieleros del Norte —de Nanterre— sabrías, porqué a tus discipulos en Francia, Victor Quintana Silveyra los marcó, con el signo del Yunque el día que los bautizó. Saludos, amigo, —Sergio.
… TimeStamp: Hush at 21:57
ISSY. This inter mission can be better enjoyed with some cheese and wine, and if you have the bandwith, with the podcast of the Magni-fip programming of Tuesday, May 15th, 2108—link follows.
Issy, dicen los que saben d’eso, que el Quinto mes del año —en México— es el mes mariano.El mes dedicado a La Virgen, y en México, Che (el de Argentina, no el Che de SNL*) coincide que hoy, Diez de mayo y día de la madre, se cruzó con el Día de La Ascensión (…no confundir con el Día de la Asunción, porque eso es otro rollo).
The code… no confundir con “el codo”, porque en Monterrey, Nuevo León —casi esquina con “Perros Bravos”— ese estereotipo, ¡es otro cotorreo, Raza!}-—-~~~\*> … binary art from a tunnel somewhere in Paris is courtesy of an anonymous artist; foto on the other hand es por armando segovia / segoviaspixes 2018 – CopyLeft!
* Saturday Night Live
Anygüey, Che, siendo que ahorita en nuestro viaje sideral tuvimos la oportunidad de ‘chacotear’ con unos « boludos » (fans del River Plate) de Argentina, pues, el staff se enteró de que los gauchos celebran la concha de su madre durante el último tercio del décimo mes del calendario Gregoriano, es decir: durante el mes de la brujas… de ahí, camarada Blasque comenzamos a entender de dónde les nace a los argentinos esa peculiar manera de dirigirse al resto de los mortales que rodean sus fronteras, o cruzan con tez color de bronce por su ruta acolchonada del color de un Spumante de Italia… por lo menos los chilenos tienen el perdón de los dioses a razón de que la bestia sudamericana de Henry Kissinger (Pinochet) les borró la memoria a los que hoy se sienten dignos de una invitación a la próxima boda del hijo de una princesa divorciada cuya alma se quedó atrapada, PRECISAMENTE en el túnel d’Alma, casi esquina con La Flama de la Libertad y La Avenida de Babilonia… perdón la Avenida de New York—en París.
Anyhoot, let this lesson in stereotypes be a segue to the continuing account of the lineage of the Trump’s in power, which brings us back to the Isle of Aeaea, abode of Circe daughter of Helios and Perse; o Perseis en espagnol, una OCÉANIDE who happens to be the goddess of MAGIC—CROSSROADS—GHOSTS__and… necromancy.
But before we move on, the staff here is wondering if the none–readers of this most inconsequential blog ever heard of the wife of an Ol’ Titan, called Rea? She’s the one that spawned Hades, Poseidon, and of course Jupiter… aka: ZEUS, whom John McClane, in the “Die Hard” film series confuses Samuel L. Jackson with some guy named ‘heySuS’, aka: The SuperStar who, coincidentally died 40 days ago and on a day like today but in 33 C.E. rose to Central Park.
Anygüey, Gustavo, REA was the first mother celebrated by the mortals here on planet Earth… donc, para los que la tengan: Feliz día de las Madres.
TUESDAY, May 8th 1945 and in Central Europe Time, it’s 10 hundred hours, Right Now.
Today, the Nazi regime lost [Papy’s] War… sixteen years later, however, during a Tuesday night Television broadcast, the 34th President of the United States of America would send a chilling warning to the “greatest generation” regarding an ELITE GROUP OF Chicken Hawks, which “Ike” identified as the INDUSTRIAL MILITARY COMPLEX. }-—-~~~\*> …all dates are courtesy of Time and Date punto com, eh!
El martes…
ni te cases—ni te Embarques.
Sadly, Madison Avenue would convince those subliminally tasked with replenishing America’s classrooms with the most wasted generation, —the baby boomers— that science, of all things—was developing a better tomato… of course, Van Hagar said it best: Right Now, your government is doing things that Ewe think ONLY OTHER GOVERNMENTS (banana republic’s) DO, eh.
Bottom of the third… Draft Dodgers 6 — California Angles 1… Meachum is at the plate, he’s ready to swing with runners in Syria, Yemen, Afghanistan, The Korean Peninsula, The Mexican Border, PERSIA, Turkey, and of course, Jerusalem. … yheeez whiz, Bill, i wonder what the farewell address of this PUTUS PORTRAIT… of this POTUS, not putus portrait is going to look like, perhaps a bit like the porrtrait of Dorian Gray—but in REVERSE, because i will bet Donnie Deutsch’s soul that Donald is going to make his ugly-ass face look like a Military Dandy inside of the golden frame.
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TimeStamp: Quince para las Once… CET
The formula: Addictive TV… It’s Pure Genius! It’s better than a Circus. Think about it, Cousin Joe, “Ewe’s a lawyer”, right? It’ll be like the jewish production of Hitler on Ice… eventually we’ll bring in Giuliani to mimic the loud-mouth part of Mussolini. Call Mel Brooks, we [the staff] think that we got all the billing elements of Reality Show… over Broadway.
TimeStamp: Bei Mir Bist du Schon in the voice of Nina Hagen at Siren Central, at Rockefeller Center it’s the 08 hundred hours re-hash 1/2 hour with guess who?
Dear, Bill Maher, only 5 hand grips! Ewe’s an amateur werewolf my friend—anygüey Bill —it’s Weekend Edition; book review with that Random Jon from the House of Meachum, follows.
“Gloria a Dios en las alturas, recojieron las basuras de [La Ópera] ayer a oscuras y hoy cuajada de bombillos… cuajada de bombillas”…
TimeStamp: 12h30 CET
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the new environmental vehicle… the 1st prototype, experts agree—runs on shit.
Organized grab–ass in the form of a “pick-nic” is currently on its way à L’Opéra, however, Carmen is no where to be found, but L’homme à L’Harmonica in the Original Morricone Soundtrack just rolled by… TimeStamp: 13h40 something.
“C’est la fête à mon Bro! ”
Hey Jon Meachum, Organized Grab–Ass ended at 14h and la rue 4 de septembre is the avenue of approach on organized civil disobedience towards La Bastille…black bloc’s are not in sight, hopefully they are with Carmen à Vincennes, eh!
16h05
The first procession is making its way through boulevard de Temple and onto the Bastille turn-around.. and Jon Meachum, a funny thing happened on the way to the McToilette à Bastille, much like Ohio [from the Pretenders] Ronnie’s resto wasn’t there; the wifi is up and running, our guess is that corporate is re-evaluating the French McDo logo: Venez comme vous êtes, eh! Or as the people in Seattle used to Say: COME AS YOU ARE.
Opéra–Bastille: 16h40…
Black bloc 1 – Cops 0… Boulevard Richard Lenoir, one CSR element is down and unconscious, water canons are making their way to the Genie.
17h30… things got back to normal. The celebration, the pic-niques, DJ’s, Live Music… clowns, performance y hasta uña puta piñata; en fin Caravan, y un chingo de 🎵 🎵La, la, la, la, la, 🎵La, LA, yiAh La La Lah’s.
Sapo verde to you, o algo así.
18h00 La France insoumise se retira de Place de la Bastille… pero la fiesta para Macron sigue.
Digression para La Random House*
Columbia, “You need cooling, baby i’m not foolin…” •–_¡_–• You know Mr. Meachum, earlier in the day it suddenly hit me, it hasn’t even been a week since the “Austerlitz” incident with the « black bloc’s » at Mickey Dee’s went down and the Frogs are out on the streets again; and the cops are mostly cool about it; we [the staff] don’t know how the night is going to end, we took off at about 19 hundred hours (Place de la Bastille, time), in any case, Mr. Meachum, what i’m trying to get at here is the Spirit —not the Soul, hold that thought, because « further up on the road » we’ll be weaving this « cuadro » en forma de digresión para usted… anygüey, come Monday morning, please tell Cousin Joe, that this set is dedicated to the entire Kat Cadre at ‘the’ msnbc’s.
So, Mr. Meachum, Trump time in The U.S. is not really the worst that the country has had it as far as partisan politics go, fair enough, but tell us, has the U.S. ever been chill? Will it ever be?
Case in point, after the Charlie Hebdo and The Bataclan terrorist incidents, life and the way of the frogs… the way of the French “kept a rollin.” Undeterred, in spite of fear mongering calls from La Pen and her political party who, had they had their way would have turned France’s airports, trains and metro stations into the Hohenschönhausen style “welcome” at U.S. airports, courtesy of the most incompetent, exaggeratedly rigorous and, seriously overpaid security guards in Americana folklore.
… in Tijuana it’s 10:15 pm on the PST, and so the “fucking gringos” are still celebrating Cinco de mayo, meanwhile, en el Cerro de las Campanas (o por algún campo militar por allí, el Presidente Enrique Peña Nieto just made a reference to military academy graduates about the “tolerance” of Benito Juárez so–called followers, “the juaristas.”
… “somewhere, beyond the sea” — chariots swing low
La cosa, es de que sin querer queriendo, por alguna razón Ari Melber* and the Sirens sang al ritmo del mismo Son, the msnbc’s with verse and visuals, the Sirens with melody and LP jacket artwork.
“If we share this nightmare Then we can dream Spiritus mundi…” •–_¡_–•Fair use of all Song Discussions y por supuesto — de todos los medios.
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Synchronicity I
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The “original” Crimson Tide … believe it or not, Cousin Joe, were the First Losers of the “original” Cotton Bowl.
… Cumbia Negra follows con su #1-Hit:
LA MAREA CARMESÍ
* … eventually, we [the staff] are sure that the Ari Melber’s “the beat” team will upload the transcript, in the mean Time, we [the staff] post the link to transcript central on the MSNBC’s… it’s a shame that Chris Matthews doesn’t read this blog, because Mr. Hardball has privileged to the Mr. Peacock archives.
TimeStamp: 07h30 in Central Europe Time… en Tijuana, sigue siendo el 1 de mayo.
“La libertad que tú reclamas para expresarte como [h]artista, te otorga el deber de divulgarla, de difundirla”.
Jacques Higelin, according to Jean Jaurès
Lundi, 9 avril, 2018 l’Humanité, N° 22404 (2€)
Pg 23, 24.
…La liberté de t’exprimer que tu réclames en tant qu’artiste, as le devoir de la divulguer, de la disséminer… Jacques Higelin, newest resident at Père Lachaise… (Oct. 1940 — Avril 2018).
[Frequency hop…
brief sounds of white noise with wailing a.m. radio tuning schreeches]
[Generic radio announcer voice
Male, 1950´s standard promo soundbite]
— Próximamente, por el Canal de los Enredos:
“Aquí el la Tierra”, el nuevo game-show de Alejandro Trebek, en dónde el crimen y la política es el caldo tibio… de todos los días.
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Oblique translation 101… no addmission test is necessary, if you’ve got the degree that’s great! And if you are an autodidact, it’s also swell, all are welcome in this most inconsequential page… even Diego Luna.
Y en honor de la reforma educativa, cocteles Molotov para todos… ¡Champagne para todos, perdón! me confundí ¡Champagne para todos y todas! es con lo que se están preparando los estudiantes para festejar.
South Texas Queen… with a Big Bang! •—_¡_—• This is a time delayed Molotov Entry, and the following blog is best experienced with headphones and the Tuesday “Contestataire” edition of MagniFip… or something like that—LINK FOLLOWS… wait for it, wait. USO JUSTO DE PEARL.
anygüey:
31
28
+ 31 10
💯 días
Checked, [✔] thank you Sirens, we [the staff] never thought we’d make it this far…
Al regresar, la segunda parte de los Seis Grados de Kevin Bacon, con Cursi y Rudo, o algo así.
TimeStamp: 10h in fip central time
”Are you not Entertained???”
The Spaniard playing the role of Russell Crowe
Post N° 28, Right Bank… With the Beatles, Mr. Marcel, and some stinky teenagers. }-–—~~~\*> foto por segoviaspixes 2018… CopyLeft y que Viva LULA em Brasil!
It appears that on a day like today, but of 1970, the Apostole Paul got his knickerbockers all up in a bunch and decided to announce that he was just going to “Let it be” and venture onto the Record Industry wilderness under the Wings of Ram Records
Now, in an effort to erradicate fake facts, we [the staff] are running around town to confirm that the Siren nugget (of a fact) is worth it’s weight in quids… right now, Fenster the copy editor and The Walrus are searching for Semolina Pilchard, they’ve just climbed down from the Eiffel Tower where an Elementary Penguin told’em that the Brit Five–O was heading towards Saint-Germain-des-Pres to have some soup with a bunch of Wino Kurwas at La Soupe Populaire… or something like that.
TimeStamp… A jumpin’ jive TimeShift update with Diana Krall at 16h20:
Go as You are… It turns out that “the one and only,” Dead Paul’s replacement, Mr. Billy Shears, who BTW, was on his way to Pigalle to visit the Fool on the Hill at Chez Amelie casi esquina con Montmartre, confirmed that yes, John buried Paul and The Beatles called it quits on a day like today. Siren fact checks out… no Fake News here, none whatsoever. Carry on!
… in the mean time, The Texas Tornados are hitting the Left Bank waves…
TimeStamp: 11h30 in CET just before La Cumbia made a cross talk interference à La rue de Mabillon, la gente adentro del “Crous” no me van a dejar mentir que en Nanterre los del equipo “CRS” bailaron al son de la macana con los estudiantes que en este restaurante vienen a comer.
— we now shift to the other frequency on the streams
Raids, government waste, and thank god for Syria to make us forget about that Porn Star affair, eh?… it’s no wonder Cousin Joe looks today as if he mixed Moonshine and Rhum on a half empty Pabst Blue (Collar) Ribbon beer can… context continues to develop: is the dream over, yet? Walrus is asking, Cousin Joe, the Walrus and The Egg-men want to know.
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The good thing about this station…
… lo bueno d’esta estación es de que mi Amiga Pera, de vez en cuando se acomoda a un lado de mí…
LADIES IN GEMENI, STEP RIGHT IN—STEP RIGHT IN and as Groucho Marx —probably Would— had intonated Lennon:
… a splendid time is guaranteed for All!
Just punch the automated purple nose on the clown ABOVE to get your Ticket!
STEP RIGHT IN—STEP RIGHT IN!
Act one under this Three Ring Circus will bring:
The Frogs are Going To Invent « LA REVOLUTION » Because they know that YOUR QUEEN IS A LIZARD!!!
… and here’s to You! With a warm cup cake delivered by Joaquin Phoenix, ‘cause you know that Joltin Joe has gone away.
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And this, is what [Le Staff] is motherfucking talking about, so Let us take this Jacques Dutronc oportunity to remind you that a DICTATORIAL REPRESSION was brewing at the Dawn of the 1968 Olympics… in México, entonces pues, Sirena, “Apriétame, Apriétame Más”… ¡a ver cuándo te bajas a Avandaro, eh!
screengrab follows right now The Staff just came in each of our Singular Pants… “aaaaaahhhhh, ALL RIGHT, all right—LEFT!
Royalty leading The EMPIRES. •—_¡_—• No Human Being Is Illegal In This Place Called EARTH… Sincerely, [the staff].
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Pero, ¿QUIERE MÁS?
You, Me, and The Fifth Beatle…
”If you’re gonna do Wrong Buddy, do Wrong—Right!” The Devil Makes Three
… right back at Ya’ Santa Cruz!
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Fuck the Age of Aquarius and the Orange hair monkey president that the 2016 U.S. General Election delivered to the World…
The LasT SkeptiX… Fuck you, and the Age that You rode in… and of Course Ewe know that i [armando segovia] can say this because I Am A motherfucking ACUARIO… from the Age of Piscis, ¡Viva El Anibal!
Can’t we all just get along, said The Lizard King… TimeStamp 21h50 on the Easy Rider (Hendrix) Time in Siren Central Time.
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So… Cousin Joe, it was A Hard’s Day Night, eh?
One Whiskey One Scotch… one Pabst Blue (COLLAR) Ribbon, eh! — Looking rough there, Private Joe, you do no justice to Mika à ton Côte d’Azur, eh!
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TimeStamp: 22h in CET
“I like Cereal”… dj Yoda and Biz Markie!
Ladies in Gemeni… con ustedes, un pedacito de “Three Souls in My Mind”:
It’s Time:
TO BREAK THE NEWS… CHE GUEVARA will preside
—We Repeat—
WILL PRESIDE
the Next Cannes Film Festival
[This is a time-delayed Bullitin
it’s 15h in CET
A las once de la mañana las autopistas y carreteras de las grandes ciudades de Francia se encuentran embuchonadas como mesa de fiesta de rancho en Santiago Papasquiaro o en equis coordenada near Mazatlán…
Buchon de Ultramar… para una Fiesta Nacional; context follows, right now, the staff’ got’s to break a cap’s—mhuaaa!
… ISSY—right now we are traversing the original, 11th Hour in Siren Central Time.
[Voz de hombre Alejandro Trebek en el rol del padre Amaro…
alabado sea el mundo de la política ficción]
— Alejandro:
… anygüey, Mr. Vargas Llosa you hit your Nobel Prize counterpart Gabriel García Márquez, first, but came second to Armando’s speed when it comes to pressing buttons; what says you about the “Mexican bureaucratic” meaning behind ˋEl Año de Hidalgo‘?
— Vargas Llosa
Thank you, Gael, loved your portrait of the cop trying to nab Pablo Neruda; anygüey the answer is, what is:
que chinguen a su madre los periodistas que le pisen los callos al diablo, eh? How ‘bout that, Gael, do you agree?
— Alejandro Trebeck en el rol del inspector Óscar Peluchonneau:
Uuuuuh, lo siento “Vargas”, that response applies to your spineless political counterpart in the State of Chihuahua, El Gobernador Javier Corral.
Foto de archivo, 22 March, 2018 à La Gare de Nord… Foto por staff. Copyleft.
[Voz de hombre Alejandro Trebek en el rol del “charolastra” Julio Zapata]
— Alejandro:
Well, this leaves you, Dr. Chomski. Would you like to give it a shot, could you please educate the rest of the panel on the meaning, for those “in the know” what —El Año de Hidalgo, really is?
—Noam Chomski:
Certainly, Mr. Zapata. The so-called Año de Hidalgo is a complement to don Carlos Hank González’maxim, which states that an austere politician is a poor politician (“un político pobre es un pobre político“).
As a consequence of this misguided notion of public service“El Año de Hidalgo” is the warning to all public servants and office holders that during the last year in office of any given president of the Mexican Federation (o sea “el supremo gobierno), if he or she should leave any portion of the budget or resources to the next administration: SE PUEDE IR A CHINGAR A SU MADRE, which in French, Alejandro, I believe that it transliterates into a very individual and direct instruction so that the honest public servants CAN GO FUCK THEMSELVES
— Alejandro:
That is correct, professor Chomski, and this makes you Today’s Lightning Round Champion. Congratulations.
Sonny Rollins with red eye… 75001 casy esquina por donde mataron a un Rey; allí mero, en Châtelet.
We now return to the regular beat of the hour, and for a follow-up to yesterday’s “crying all the time,” about how investigators, researchers, or just plain curious people wanting to see what the Internet looked like before anyone, or anybody, fathomed the idea of having Donald Trump running the Oval Office like a fucking Banana Republic, eh… anyway, a picture is worth ONE RED HOT MINUTE, ¡a huevo que sí, SIRENS!
Los Buchones también afectan los carriles del Information Super-hygüey dela Mairie de Paname.
Anygüey… Viva el departamento de gráficos del New York Magazine, neta que sí.
Dicen que el problema con los EEUU no es la Colusión de Rusia para que Trump ganara la elección, nope …
Dicen también de que el problema con los EEUU no es la Crueldad que Donald demuestra de sobra por doquier, para nada.
Dicen también de que el problema con los EEUU no es la Incompetencia que a Donald LE ESCURRE DE SUS genes, como para que él continue siendo el Commander-in-Chief de la guardia nacional de Delaware, ni de pedo.
Ahora resulta, mis Chatos, que es la bendita: CORRUPCIÓN..
Corruption from the “Donald”… nah… Ya’ think! —_— Fair use of all media.
