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Never thought We’d make it this Far — Te Quiero Mucho; Act Two

1 de febrero
Sabbatical Day N° 28
«The Tam Tam Princesse Ad Campaign»
… or some Vintage stuff like that.

“Realize that everything connects to everything else.”
Leonardo da Vinci

… including, the eyebrows, so let me [Armando Segovia] fix that for you.

«¡Pero qué falta de respeto, qué atropello a la razón!… Mezclao con unos Converse® va Don Google y La Tam Tam, Scribe y Visa Card, y Productos de a montón… Una porquería ya lo sé».  }–~~\*>  Y como dijo Enrique Santos Disépolo: Igual que en la vidriera irrespetuosa de los cambalaches se ha mezclao la vida, [los arribistas siguen al 100%] En El Billete de a Quinientos—Y en el [de] DOS MIL También. ♦—_!_—◊  Uso justo de todas las Fridas de Stephanie Rhule, por supuesto, on MSNBC.

[Woman’s voice
Sarah Silverman]

… previously on:
“The Tam Tam Princesse Ad Campaign
… or some Vintage stuff like that.”
Act One.

[Omnipresent voice from El Más Allá
GEORGE CARLIN narrates both the scene and the setting…
it’s January of 2017]

–Ahhh, yes! Love… (love… love
there’s nothing you can’t do that can’t be done).

[Potential female voice of
Penelope Cruz or Jennifer Lopez]

Mientras tanto en la UNAM, en plena etapa de la Globalización 3.0 del mundo hecho como una tortilla, por Thomas L. Freidman, y mismo que quiere tener una referencia alivianada y amena con el lingerie de “La Casa Azul” de Salma Hayek… chin, quise decir una referencia linda y hermosa del México a través de “La Casa Azul“, en Coyoacán, de Frida Kahlo-Corporation®,  los vicios en los procesos judiciales, pero sobre todo en materia de Rendición de Cuentas –o de “Accountability”, como dice Carlos Puig en Milenio punto com– pues, sigue estrpeando esa referencia idéal; la cual continua siendo mermada por los mismos males que viciaron el proceso de investigación en el juicio de la francesa favorita de todo el gabinete peñanietista: Florence Cassez.   }– ~\*>   Es decir, las viciadas fuerzas del orden público, los viciados peritajes y, para que esto sea una trifecta imperfecta, los viciados procesos en los tribunales. }- – ~~\*>  Asi que para celebrar el quinto aniversario del fallo de la ministro Olga Sánchez “nunca hubo quinto (aniversario) malo” Cordero, quien con su muy oportuna decisión durante el primer mes del sexenio de Enrique Pena Nieto, cedió la libertad incondicional a la hoy ex colaboradora de “los zodiaco”, Florence Marie Louise Cassez Crepin, el staff echa hoy, 1 de febrero del 2018, un reojo a lo que se presume que es un país regido por INSTITUCIONES. }- – ~~~\*>   “El chiste” de este reojo [por asi llamar a este ejercicio] se hace a través de un paralelo en los procesos, –y no en la persona. Dicho de otra manera, en la secuencia de obligaciones que un servidor público debe de seguir desde el momento cuando alguien es detenido, y hasta el momento de su liberación o formal encarcelamiento… ¿O qué culeros del sexenio que están por salir, nada mas cuando se trata de salvar intereses en el extranjero usando a señoritas europeas extraviadas por la mala vía se hace la excepción?… Viva México.

– Uhuuu, so, Donnie, as we communicated to your staff last month during the preliminary selection, our firm is going to be sponsoring the next season of the Florence Cassez documentary series: Getting Away With Murder … er, (Pffff) sorry, I meant to say ‘the’ Florence Cassez documentary series: “Women in Difficult Situatons”…

Act Two follows, but first, it’s another edition of: Did You Know that it was the French who invented the National Anthems? And that The Beatles, a band of mopheads, would eventually redefine La Marseillaise, with a little tune that started with the proposition that “All You Need is Love,” anygüey the band would reach the Top of the World on A Day In The Life, like today, but in Philadelphia, PA when they reached number one on the U.S. Billboard charts, with Their intentions To Hold Your Hand.

It Was 199 Years Ago Today “Sgt. Pepper Told the Frogs To Play. They been goinig in and out of style, but they guarantee to raise a smile, so may I introduce to you, The Act You’ve known for all this Years… }–~\*> February 1 is the 32nd day of the year in the Gregorian calendar. There are 333 days remaining until the end of the year (334 in leap years). This date is slightly more likely to fall on a Monday, Wednesday or Friday (58 in 400 years each) than on Saturday or Sunday (according to Wikipedia), and slightly less likely to occur on a Tuesday or Thursday. }–~~\*>  1793 – French Revolutionary Wars: France declares war on the United Kingdom and the Netherlands. }–~~~\*> 1865 – President Abraham Lincoln signs the Thirteenth Amendment to the United States Constitution. }–~~~~\*> 1942 – Voice of America, the official external radio and television service of the United States government, begins broadcasting with programs aimed at areas controlled by the Axis powers. }–~~~~~\*> 1964 – The Beatles have their first number one hit in the United States with “I Want to Hold Your Hand. }–~~~~~~\*> 1968 – Vietnam War: The execution of Viet Cong officer Nguyễn Văn Lém by South Vietnamese National Police Chief Nguyễn Ngọc Loan is recorded on motion picture film, as well as in an iconic still photograph taken by Eddie Adams. ♦—_!—◊ Captura de datos cortesía de La Semana que Philippe Labró, CNEWS Matin.

 

La teoria de «el conflicto de interes»

The following Breaking the News Update must be read in a Vintage Mono Voice of Brian Williams and it must have as a background WWII military music used in WWII  theater news reels.

Man’s voice, role update
It’s been confirmed to staff, that following the downfall of the youngest French person to ever to be assigned with the care of the guideon of Radio France International, Mr. Mathieu Gallet, «Tam Tam Princesse Enterprises» was forced to make the decision today, February 1st, to drop Cervecería Modelo spokesperson, Diego Luna, from the leading role of Donnie Deutsch in the upcoming behind the scenes promo for the «Tam Tam Princesse Frida Kahlo Advertisement Ad Campaign: ¡Te Quiero Mucho Corazón!» entitled, “Another look at the Tangas, and a Glimpse at those”G-Strings” again.»

Details on the decision to let Mr. Luna go; are still to fuzzy, and the staff has not confirmed if «Beto» from Aguascalientes Canal 26 (in association with France 24) got the role.

One thing for sure is that Mr. Luna is a known close associate of Bernardo Gómez of Pantelion Films, a film production company who might have received special favors from Mr. Gallet, during the time that he was at the helm of the French, National Audiovisual Institute; and yes the staff here is referring to the Televisa Foundation during the revamp of the Year of Mexico in France.

Context follows… The Staff is going to seek an interview with Mr. Raphaël Moran of RFI International; hold that “Conflict of Interest”, thought. ♦—_!—◊ Captura de datos cortesía de La Semana que Philippe Labró, CNEWS Matin.

[Female’s voice
Sarah Silverman]

We now return to ACT Two of the 
«Tam Tam Princesse Ad Campaign»
… or some Vintage stuff like that.

[Man’s voice
Beto Gómez’ voice from AGS TV, ironically gets dubbed by Diego Luna because the «El Camerino» host doesn’t speak American.]

– Yes, Yes—Mathilde, I know that without the aid of your Dragons from the Foreign Legion, that Austro-Hungarian «hippie» Maximillian would have re-invented the Ol’BackYard; too bad that in his royal mind he actually thought that he could make a difference by planting gardens and visualizing crazy ideas like establishing a fucking zoo, I mean, pardon my French, Mathilde, but…

– Don’t worry about it, Donnie, fuck is rather a very versatile vernacular of your speech and when you really stop and think about it, that is what this advertising campaign is all about; it’s about promoting the promiscuity that leads to more fucking—so as you people in Texas say, «have-at-it».♦—_!—◊ Captura de datos cortesía de La Semana que Philippe Labró, CNEWS Matin.

– You know, Mathilde, you are not like the other French that I’ve fucked excuse me, you are not like the other French that I’ve engaged with.

– Well, Donnie, you fucking butterball, let’s just say that I am one of the first corporate prototypes of the French «désengagement» of the AEFE.

– The AEFE? Now wait a minute there Missy, just what kind of Cheese and what sort of Cave goes well with that Plat?

[Mathilde does a little courtious and elegant laugh; the rest of the minions in the room miss the ironic touch of Donnie’s reference to France’s 2nd Export, the Culinary Industry.

The AEFE, o como dicen allá en Banderilla, Veracruz, es la AGENCIA para la ENSEÑANZA FRANCESA en el EXTERIOR; es parte del aparato con el que Francia combate la doctrina POP-Yanqui y los Kinks del apodado British Invasion desde los tiempos de la Guerra Fría }–~~\*> ayer en Tunis; la Alianza Francesa, o sus afiliados le echaron en cara al presidente Macron el recorte de fondos para las escuelas que promueven la Civilización francesa en Tunisia, y el resto del mundo bárbaro que no habla Francés.

Coincidió que como en Mexico en el 2013, el presidente, Béji Caïd Essebsi, recibió a su homologo francés, Emmanuel Macron, en Tunis, para que el inquilino del Elíseo supervise perdón, para que el inquilino del Elíseo “Apoye” en La Transición Democratica de esa nacion del Magrheb.

… No se vaya, mañana en el día de la Candelaría, nuestro pícaro favorito en la voz de Beto Gómez regresa con otra entrega de:

“The Tam Tam Princesse Ad Campaign
… or some Vintage stuff like that.”

TimeStamp: 21h45 CET

…
note to editors: please keep in mind that the production of this blog is having technical difficulties; the staff is at the mercy of time restraints and equipment availability; but the good thing about this blog, is that this is only a first draft for a more complete and revised printed version of the content found in this most inconsecuential blog… TimeStamp: 17 hours in CET on the Day of that Baby Jesus was presented to The Temple. Saludos, hoy es el Día de La Candelaría… Feliz Cumpleaños, Belen.

Nation Restructuring v2.0 — La Concha de Tu Madre, part Trois

Image Courtesy of El presidente, François Hollande •—_!_—• * Ayer precisamente comentábamos sobre el caracol de París y el cinturón Periférico que lo ensancha… fallas técnicas nos previnieron de apuntar de que el “Equinox”, estando de el lado Exterior de la autopista que hace un circuito de La Capital, tiene el privilegio catastral de ser parte del Barrio 15 de La Ciudad de La Luz… más al rato trataremos de descifrar, porqué será… por mientras:

“El Día Que Me Quieras…”

Feliz cumpleaños Gardel.

Cosa complicada la del lugar de nacimiento de Gardel, pero a lo mejor la clave de ese enigma resta sobre el DESENCUENTRO, como lo apuntó Freddy Potenza en las Añoranzas de Saldaña (ya citadas y mencionadas con la referencia—digna de doña Vilma—sobre el tango CAMBALACHE) cuando en un programa del Canal Once, esos dos y una femina hacían referencia de la Primera Guerra Mundial.

Donc, Si Gardel hubiese afirmado que los franceses lo habían inventado, a él, entonces Carlitos sería un desertor, y por ende: un criminal de Estado.

Y-es-que por un lado, si aceptamos la teoría francófila del catre donde se parió a Gardel, eso sentaría razón para apuntar de que Gardel fue un prototipo de inspiración para personajes como Muhammad Ali… y eso no va con el sistema, pero si lo pintamos así mero como el ex presidente de los Estados Unidos, William Jefferson Clinton, quien también, como Gardel, esquivó la Gran Guerra de su generación, pues eso ya es otra cosa.

Mas sin embargo, nosotros aquí en El Staff siendo todos veteranos de una guerra (tal vez la más pinchurrienta de todas, la del Golfo) decimos que se vale; se vale esquivar la milicia si se hace por valores propios, porque a diferencia de la cobardía expresada por Donald Trump durante la guerra de su generación, misma que por si fuera menos, lo hizo haciendo uso de los recursos atropellados y las influencias de su sr. padre, Fred Trump, pues entonces si es una bofetada con un guante de utilería de John Wayne… por el hecho de que ese señor (Fred) se hizo millonario estafando al Departamento de Veteranos de Guerra de la Segunda Guerra Mundial, ¡y pues eso sí que está de la Gran Xingada!

Entonces, pues, pinche Brozo, si aceptamos la teoría de que Gardel es francés, se tiene que aceptar de que también fue un desertor de La Primera Guerra Mundial… un crimen en su tiempo, según la ley en Francia.

Ahora, si aceptamos de que Carlos fue ascendiente de Charrúa, pues pinche Payaso, nos quitamos de pedos y disfrutamos más de la milonga y el arrabal.

¡Salud!

ISSY—aquí también se recuerda a Gardel:

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El WaPo sources: https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/the_americas/amid-criticism-mexico-is-on-track-to-strengthen-militarys-role-in-fighting-crime/2017/12/10/8f168d40-da96-11e7-a241-0848315642d0_story.html?utm_term=.77ffe4edafc4

Nation Restructuring v2.0 — La Concha de Tu Madre, part deux

Efeméride: 10 de diciembre, 1948; los franceces re inventan el derecho de Ser y Estar… y por eso la Asamblea General de la ONU aprueba en París la Declaración de los Derechos Humanos.

Uso justo de todos los Magnums reportando Sin Fronteras… contexto sobre Los Años de México en Francia y las mafias que adentro de ese entorno se acomodan, a seguir. TimeStamp:23h00 CET

ISSY; a phonetic play on words on the Spanish language translation of the affirmative: Oui, via Les–Moulineaux •—• y por eso •—• We [the staff] chose this double-entendre for at least one of several reasons, but mainly because as DESTINY, KARMA, and FATE would have it: ISSY–Crossed–Our–PATH.

Image courtesy of my Favorite Jewish Cunt. •—_!_—•  Sarah, you make me wanna love New Hampshire, and i ain’t never even been there… atte. la redacción.

and we shit-you-not, Sarah, most-if-not all of these reasons FALL within a three mile radius of the exceptionally mapped* Equinox, a dive that every 15th of September becomes ground zero for the yearly Mexican Independence ball in Paris and where all the little Mexican mafias go and gather to echo the Mexican ambassador’s shout-outs in honor of the INSURGENTS that gave my parental units Great-Great-Great-Grand–Parents what we —the current Mexican generations— think that it is Patria, which has the same roots as the word Patriot, but has nothing to do with the concept of Motherland, which is more kin to the love of the land and its natural resources, than it is to the love of  Flag and Country, which is reminiscent of the Fatherlands of yesteryears.

Context to follow…

Anygüey, Sarah, in that respect what my aunts, uncles and cousins south of the Rio Grande, think that it is a sovereign land; en la realidad, is nothing short of a Banana Republic… right, Gustavo?

Which brings us [the staff] to the following, we are willing to bet Gustavo’s caboose that if you are still reading this, then you are probably wondering WTF does this information have to do with our 2nd favorite jewish person? And we [the staff] would answer: nothing. Not a God Damn Thing, because we [the staff] were referring to Chayes, as in the leading expert on world-wide corruption—Sarah Chayes, and not our 3rd favorite Alpha Cunt: Sarah Silverman […Silverman’s words, not ours] but regardless of that, we [the staff] noticed that Laughter’s Mom sure is able to shape them obscene fingers of hers (again, Silverman’s observation, not ours) into a mean subliminal Nº 3, disguised —no less— as a Número Uno.

In Europe it’s already Carlos Gardel‘s Birthday, but in Tijuana it’s still the tenth: Timestamp—02h00 CET

Contexto del Bufón de la Televicracia a seguir: Licenciado Brozo… chingas a tu madre. ¡SALUDOS! y prestame una feria para no tener que ir a  venderle mi ALMA a InteeMercado.

Anygüey, we [the staff] invoked Dr. Chayes because we brought about the topographical trivia surrounding the Equinox in Paris and its relation to the little mafias** or “Amigos of México in Francia.”

…

⇑ en el cuadro de espaldas, y en el marco, arriba de Solárzano, a un lado de “El Chompiras” y “La Chimoltrufia” el escritor y periodista, René Avilés Fabila, quién asegura que en México las mafias grandotas [culturalmente hablando] ya dejaron de existir; palabras más o palabras menos según Avilés, las mafias de Octavio Paz, las de Carlos Fuentes, las de Monsivais murieron cuando murió el autor de “El Castillo de Cristal” obra que a lo mejor fue inspirada por los corridos norteños de la década de los 90’s en Ciudad Juárez

But speaking of mafias** on a day like today, but in many different years, a bunch of Nobel Prizes for Literature found a mantle in many different famous homes, one of these shelves included la Casa de Paz, Octavio [one-each] for a piece of work that for our taste is right there next to, “Los Hijos de Sánchez”… dicho de otra manera, PORNO PARA LA ARISTOCRACIA representada por los dos monos de pie y las dos monas sentadas a quienes Cartier-Bresson capturó infraganti en el México de 1953; página 76, en Reporters Sans Frontières yearly fund raiser catalogue of 1999, featuring Henri Cartier-Bresson.

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* We [the staff] call that quadrant exceptional because in so far as the 20 Parisian arrondissements, which are perfectly fitted into a Snail-Shaped figure these are also delimited by “Le Periph Interior,” which has its vehicular flow orbit the outer arrondissements clockwise. In this sense everything to the right of the interior “Freeway” is considered part of the  jurisdiction of The City of Paris; whereas, everything that is to the left of “Le Periph Exterior,” which circles in the opposite direction (counter-clockwise) is consider part of the suburbs of the French Capital… o como dicen allá en Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua: parte del catastro de  LA PERIFERIA.

Las fuentes, dignas de doña Vilma:

1. un.org: “UNIVERSAL” Mr. Macron, includes Jupiter, as in: YOU too are to be accountable, regardless of Special Institutionalized Oversights and outreaches . http://www.un.org/es/universal-declaration-human-rights/

2. … RSF…

La Concha de Tu Madre.

 •~_¡_—•

Ladies and Gentleman: This is what the Second Coming is going to look like, when Conchita Wurst descends on The New Capital of Jerusalem… 🎶🎵🎤 Oh Happy Days, oh happy days… —_—  Screen-grab courtesy of the Free Interwebs.

Hola, esto es un Intermedio y se tiene que leer con el dejo de los párrocos de los Antros d’Antes a los que los argentinos de buen gusto tacharon como “las milongas”:

Arrancamos…

Hoy, Stephen Colbert y la Iglesia Católica celebran el día de La Inmaculada Concepción; en Aguascalientes, a esta fecha también se le conoce como el día de La Purísima… o algo así.

En México, pasa una cosa con las mujeres bautizadas en honor a la Inmaculada, aunque confieso de que desconozco si en el Uruguay es lo mismo y a las mujeres bautizadas como Concepción se les da el mote de “Concha”… es algo así como con Las Dolores, que por la misma vereda la voz popular les llama, “Lola”; o en el caso de Roman Polanski y el güey que quiere ser Gobernador del estado de Alabama,
—en la era de Trump—
LOLITAS.

Fair use of a Mighty Mighty Bosstone muse, and of a Guy from Minnesota (WI).

En fin,
¿qué sería de La Inmaculada Concepción, sin Las Conchitas?
Si hasta la mismísima
Uma Thurman,
no hubiera sido
—La Venus…
de TERRY GILLIAM—
si BOTTECELLI no hubiere
conceptualizado las plantas de esos pies de Uma
—precisamente—
adentro de una Concha.

Eso último, Camarada,
—por supuesto—
para poder darle
—a Uma—
La Concepcion.

La Concha de Tu Madre.
por: SegoArma
Rotulista Extraordinaire.

•—_¡_~•

ay, ay, ay… oh, the humanity.

Stick around, when we return we check up on our favorite ROUQUIN: Ana Marie Cox… we love Gingers, but this time around, we have to go with Blondie, because You Cannot Be JUDGE and JURY —IN THE PUBLIC PRESS— at the Same Time. We [the staff] Love Ya’, Cox, but you just over reached your boundaries.

———
Venus:

J.F.K. y los percusionistas

Les clés du jour:

Alright everybody, move it along! There’s nothing to see here, we [the staff] are only following the beat of the Dead Kennedy’s. — You there, get up and step away from the light-post! Move it along buster! Beat it —just beat it.
—_— La clave del día llega por cortesía de Depp—Paradis •—• Uso justo de todas las pistas…

“pa rhu pum pum pum”.

La sombra de Los Vikingos sobre El Sena. —_—. Dear CNEWSMATIN: te regalo una imagen. Foto por armando segovia / segoviaspixes 2017. CopyLeft.

Fuente: http://kiosque.cnewsmatin.fr/Kiosque.aspx?edition=NEP&date=20171122

Los Vikingos del Norte — Track V

La Marsellesa, versión: Vikingos.

— Por aquellas últimas décadas del Siglo IX la ciudad de París aún no era la manoseada…

Contexto para menonitas—a seguir… Uso Justo de Televisa y Bernie Gómez!

— CUT!!! God dang it, Will Farrell! It’s “La Más Deseada,” not “la manoseada”… and for the Last Time, use your “acento gringo,” for this fucking movie, ¡papá! Take Five! ACTION!

… pour aqueyias últimas dékadas del Siglou Nuhgueve ( antes del “Bebé HeyZuz”) la Sí–huDad de Paríz aún no’era “La Más Deseada,” de loüs aspirantes a majestrías y doctorhados del CoNaCyT.

[Enter Diego Luna]

Apophenia and the Historicity in the Metonym of a viking war vessel as digressed from  Diego’s Shadow. If you see a dragon, or dreki you’d be as mistaken as all of the sagas that refer to viking war vessels as drakkar(s), [Lebecq, pg. 57]. The correct interpretation of Diego’s shadow is as simple as knowing how to recognize a  fake plant —you know: a prop! And as to the agreed terminology for a viking long vessel it is: langskip, skiper; if it involves a warship, then the term to use is: snekkja, ibid.

— Así es Armando, por aquellos días “la hermana República del Yucatán” todavía era una Selva Virgen, y París simplemente un punto medio entre los ríos de La Sena, La Yonne y el Marne, y por eso, un importante puerto rivereño en donde el pan viejo del Shérif Otto era el único que crujía —antes de que lo remojaran (al pan viejo, no al viejo Otto)— aunque eso si, siempre y cuando alguno de los nietos de don Carlos Magno no estuviera haciendo su mis-en-scene en la Île de la Cité.

[Enter Gael García Bernal]

ibid…

Así es Diego, y por aquellos días de noviembre, pero del año 885 de nuestra Era Común, el Shérif que más se la rifó en contra de los vikingos Sigfried, Rollo, y dice Hollywood que hasta el mismísimo “Culottés Guangos” o “Shaggy Breeches” mejor conocido como Kirk Douglas, alias RANGAR LODBROK; autor intelectual del Sitio de Paris que llevaría a su carnal Rollo a convertirse en el Shérif de Normandía, fue nada menos y nada más que el legendario Shérif de Eudes.

[Shift to Armando Álvarez]

Así es, Mouzart Trropical, tienes toda la razón pero no te adelantes como el Río Yonne, mira Gael, mejor toma asiento porque PRImero se te vino La Casa de “Ese Padre”, el Rey: Carlos “El Pelón”… quien dirigió a los bandoleros de Rangar Lodbrok a que fueran a darles lata a los ancestros del Hombre más guapo de San Diego, California: Ron BURGANDY… O algo así.

… More context follows, this is just the trailer, Gary.

Do you speak American?

U.S. Military And CIA Leaders May Be Investigated For War Crimes

That, we do: Feliz Día de La Primera Revolución del Siglo XX. •—_—•. Good Morning, 🎶 Time keeps on moving—moving__into the Future… Tick-Tock-tick_tock”… •—_—•. Meanwhile, in San Diego, it’s right before the 11th Hour on the p.m. dial, while in Rome it is already El XX de Noviembre, or Mexican Revolution Day, a day that since 2015 became as inconsecuential as the commemoration of the Russian Revolution, which had an early death courtesy of Joseph Stalin; while in Mexico, the long agonizing excution sentance on that important revolt was handed by a man called Carlos Salinas de Gortari. Enjoy your mother-fucking Coronas!… Meanwhile, over at the White Picked Fences block of Pennsylvania Ave, in Washington D.C., a Roman telegram was shaking things up.

Manadel al-Jamadi did not quite die with the same recorded cruelty as Rangar Lodbrok’s fate would have him depart his cruel world. Rangar was thrown into a pit if vipers, while al-Jamali, on the other hand died a slow bureaucratic by-the-numbers death in the confines of Iraq’s Abu Ghraib prison “after he was suspended from the ceiling by his wrists which were bound behind his back,” according to a repost from the news agency clearinghouse, huffpost dot com.

Rangar and Manadel have nothing in common, except for the way that they died. Did they deserve the cherry on top of their departed souls? Who knows, but one thing is for sure, the world is not a better place for those actions.

Con Lujo de Detalle… the huffpost went on to repost:

Former military policeman Tony Diaz, who witnessed al-Jamadi’s torture, said that blood gushed from his mouth like “a faucet had turned on” when he was lowered to the ground. A military autopsy concluded that al-Jamadi’s death was a homicide. However, the AG ultimately refused to prosecute the Bush officials responsible for the torture and deaths of those two men.

… “so it goes.”

Los retazos de inspiración: https ://youtube .com /watch?v=OLKZOxQua6I

Pantelion Films & Gary Sanchez Productions… del Catálogo de Televisa (WATCH OUT, Sarah Silverman! Don’t be a willing victim). Casa de Mi Padre, starring, Armando Álvarez, as Will Farrell.
Vía: http://m.imdb.com/title/tt1702425/videoplayer/vi1267376409?ref_=vi_prev_btn

Postcards from Rome… when the shadow of a Fallen Empire, checks the New Kid on The Block, courtesy of La Via Romana, and a re-post from the Huffington Post:

Al regresar… Los mejores tamales, de acuerdo a La Guía Michelin®

https://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/us_5a1044f6e4b023121e0e9313?section=us_politics

Lebecq, S., “7 Mystères de l’epopée des Vikings: n° 2, a quoi ressemblaient leurs bateaux?. Page 57, Le Figaro Histoire; Août–Septembre 2017… n° 33. Imaye Graphic. http://www.lefigaro.fr/histoire

Did you know that it was the French… who invented the Vikings.

15 de noviembre 886/7 C.E.

… somewhere between Le Havre and l’Île de La Cité, westbound on the River Seine.

Las efemérides… contexto de SoliDaridad y lo “bueno de saber” en cuanto a los apellidos de “las buenas familias”, por parte de CNEWSMatin:  a suivi… wait one, S.V.P.

—SEQVANA—

Yes indeed, oh but oui. You see folks, way way way way way, before Brother Àndre and Brother Èdouard strategized a way to compel [1] old consumer Conrad into driving Armand’s Type 3 “horseless buggies” in search of the best hôtels and restaurants around France, and later the entire globe, Paris was already attracting far away travelers onto l’Île de La Cité in order to get a taste of La Seine, l’Île de La Cité, Chartres, Le Mans and other parts of La Loire; and as a matter of trivia beyond the tales of Charlemagne by Charles The Bald and Charles The Fat, it was right around this week of November, but in 885/7 that the French (back then called “Los Panchos” or “Les Francs”) were about to invent The Vikings.

Pero hablando de catálogos especializados en placeres caros…

A review of that epic poem about The Michelin Guide is coming right up, but first we’ve got some Eric del Castillo breaking news! By the Spirit of Saint-Germain-des-Pres.

It seems that the first actor, a Mexican Viking in his own right, but with Quetzal feathers instead of horns sticking out his hair dress, suffered yet another heart attack.

… Pobre don Eric, como sufrió.

Yes indeed, ¡ah pero cómo rechingados de que no! No por nada los putos de Molotov (antes de que vendieran las nachas a Heineken; ¡ay pero que puta ironía…) le dedicaran un corrido a los estudios de Televisa aludiendo a finales del Siglo pasado sobre un catálogo exclusivo para clientes ejecutivos (compradores de “tiempo” aire) para disfrutar de suculentos platillos de camarones en el hoyo, y bizcochos rellenos de la leche que Miguel Bose, “confunde con leche Nestle”, o algo así, según el Rollo del puto de Alejandro Lora.

Pobre don Eric, como sufrió con los destapes de doña Kate (de mi Corazón… H20). Eric Eduardo del Castillo tenía un chingo de años, igual que el “Loco Valdés”, don Eric rozaba ya la edad de Matusalén. Que en paz descanse.

Michelin Guide context follows… but first.

El “Rollón” de la invención de Normandía.

— Pinson, U., “L’INVENTION DE LA NORMANDIE”  n° 33 : Le Figaro Histoire; Aout–Septembre 2017; Imaye Graphic (Juillet 2017). www. lefigaro. fr/ histoire

— Efemérides del 15 de noviembre, vía CNEWSMatin: http://kiosque.cnewsmatin.fr/Pdf.aspx?edition=NEP&date=20171115

11 de noviembre

 

On the 11th Hour. On the 11th Day. Of the 11th Month… and counting.  —_—  In the background: Marie Curie, happy Sesquicentennial Anniversary… Sweet radioactive Dreams, and good night, you’re looking good at your ripe old age… “Here’s looking at you” on a big screen, Kid .

TimeStamp 11h00 CET.

Espíritu Arrasador y sus fuentes

Fodongeando La Noticia, con Cousin Joe y Ondina “Mika” Brezezinski  •—_—• The new norm in the way that sports journalists are going to be predicting who the next World Series Champions are, is going to be by using the Brad Pitt’s algorithm movie method. It’s as boring as an old fashion waiting room with no Playboy issues available, and it also kills the wonder right out of the park just like e-cigarettes kill the toxic mystic right out of a cigarette, but since multi-flavor vapor seems to Curb “Cancer’s” Enthusiasm and, after seeing the Astros take the pennant, then boring has definetly got an edge over big tobacco and algorithms over  the old way in which, Willie Guist buys peanuts and Cracker Jacks® . •—_—•.

Virginia has become the first rough-Draft of  Trump’s impeachment, “You’ve Come A Long Way, Baby”, but there’s still some rolling hills to cross over; in the mean time,  let’s take a pause and head over to Brazile… La Xica mais linda.

Political pundits, however, are still fixed on using the esoteric AnAgRam in all of the wrong fucking ways to try and predict the next political leaders. Take for instance a recent Commentary made by the elements “digging” over at the control room of Studio A3, at the mines of “the” msnbc’s, during the Oct. 27th edition of the MoreJo show:
— Hey, you guys! Jack just crunched the Lt. Governor’s name and it’s just two-letters away from being a perfect match to that Commentary Magazine guy.
>> Is that a fact, Alex? Or are you just trying to get out of extra duty for coming in to work without shaving?
— Of course not, Ma’am. I swear by this autographed KC DC “laser-rock” t-shirt that the hex is legit.
(Cousin Joe, analyzes the internal-mic conversation between the Gnomes and the Gold hair Undine to his right, and he goes for the Swing).
—Hey, Noah! Alex and the rest of the fella’s over at the control room just informed us that Ralph Northam is ‘only’ 2 letters away from being a perfect AnAgRam for Noah Rothman, but of Course they need to “Curb Their Enthusiasm” because “it’s all Fake News”, because the Sylph that’s double-timing thru the Jupiter quadrant, he just got wind that not only are those fucking Gnomes Full of Shit, they should know by the missing letters N + O, that if you subtract the Noah Rotham from Ralph Northam, the remaining three letters add up to Republicans Lose Priority… at least in the Commonwealth of Virginia.

Sources follow…in the mean time:

Afterword

Blue colored cuff of a White Collar Capitol cop… 
 “Let’s Play Hardball“. Earlier during this Robert F. Kennedy: A Raging Spirit, book advertising review, we [the staff] relayed to all of the good people that don’t bother knocking on this portal, that the tale of Mr. Matthews begins to unfold as soon as the potential reader sets his or her eyes on the “Dust Jacket”, or —DJ— for short. •—_—• We [the staff] have also already commented on the elements of the Front Cover, and… “an interesting thing happened on the way to the Forum,” midway between La Rue d’Oculus and La rue de l’Arc de Ciel, we [the staff] stumbled upon the limitations of what Konstantine, the author of the template that asegovia3 chose to use way-back-when, as an aspiring reporter, fired up this rather non-consequential blog. It turns out that for a long-winded entry such as this advertisement book review, that we [the staff] found ourselves struggling with “PUBLISH,” which is what Konstantine chose as a name for this theme (or template), the issue boils down to a frozen screen every time that our graphics capture team tries to load an image at the very bottom of long pentry; that is why you, as a reader that never visits this blog, gets those annoying part i, part ii, part iii, etcétera… anygüey, Colonel Matthews, il dorso context of the “DJ” of your take on  the, once upon a time young and galant hero of The New Camelot clan, follows below, and then we “promaïs” to insert the sources, after that… even if we have to PUBLISH a part iv on this theme about your in-house advertisement book promotional tour, Mr. Matthews.

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