Category Archives: En primera plana

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60 monitos… it’s not personal, To Mí is Monkey Business

Ici C’est Skid Row, get back Kangaroo Lady with your Tati Bag, and that shopping cart 🛒 wearing Mario’s make-up, get back to Australia, —Kangaroo Lady.

Like i said, all those days ago… a fucking Jumping Ballon.

 

This post is dedicated to Pablo Gleason and his Mediapart journalist friend, Raphaël Moran at the Paris Préfecture de Police…

Knotwithstanding señor JR, i (armando segovia) sin celery hope that you don’t take the critical review of your installation on the Pont Neuf ]| at la Place Christo & Jeanne -Claude |[ as a reproach to your talents and compétences and/or to deny the worth of your contributions to Art or that beautiful tribute to The Silver Beatles on that display window } catty corner { to that Silver Phantom Rolls Royce at La Samaritaine ; this is to say mister JR, that i am really looking forward to you (or your hired hands) reparing and finishishing your inflatable declaration of love for The Préfecture de POLICE à Cité.

For What, It! —is worth… These are my credentials : 8 up

Iran war is over, Rubio says, as strikes continue

Washington, DC_ AFP in the USA

Lorem Ipsum dolor and all that Cuban-american jive talk from “little Havana” at Mar-a-Lago.

Traveling Without Moving On — hoy no hubo Bass

For the record… it look’s like someone is going to need a FaceLift on account that a “wascawwy white wabbit” took the w’ong to’in at Pont Neuf… 🐇 Sealy Rabbit, that pont is for bums.

Eye ain’t gonna work at JR’s CAVE no more.

 

Happening now, James Car Vile is getting his make-up NOW, but first, it’s International Homeless They.

Sadly, Bob Costa agrees, the Ragin Cajun still looks, after all that make-up… like a flying turkey moonlighting as a vulture.

Microeledone galapagensis — Tiny Blue Cthulhu

Deer, Jimmy Kimmel, i see Gordo Sullivan skinny-dipping in New York’s Central Fountain near The Dakota and Eye raise you “The Homeless’ Suicides” at The Guardian in London Town.

Those who don’t, migrate to France—it’s Trou 🕳️

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /franceinter /les-morts-de-la-rue /dans-l-oeil-de-du-mardi-02-juin-2026

New York State of Mind.

 

But first, it’s rather nice to learn that “at least Nic Cage is having fun in the gimmicky Spider-Noir” (despicable lowbrow) and, that according to the « approval Matrix » of The New York Magazine the monthly themes of May on or in this most non-consequential blog plot between highbrow (JR at Pont Neuf¹), lowbrow (Osteria 🦪 Morini²) , and brilliant (ridiculously cute new octopus 🐙 species found³).

Cinémas d’amerique latine 2026, #34 ; p.100 : avec l’arrivée du cinéma au Mexique en 1896, celui-ci est devenu un moyen d’expression clé pour le discours NACIONALISTA POSTrevolucionario et a refléte les politiques INDIGENISTAS mises en place dans [mexicolandia] depuis 1920, qui visaient à CASTELLANIZAR e INTEGRAR les indigènes dans la nouvelle identité métisse du CHILANGOLANDIA. These policies were led by the INSTITUTO NACIONAL INDIGENISTAS (INI) beginning at the end of the 1940’s and they (INE) categorized cultural aspects of the PUEBLOS ORIGINARIOS as “positives” or « negatives ». Cette classification a commencé à forger l’image officielle de l’indigène, óu sa nature folklorique, ses vêtements, ses danses et son artisanat constituant l’image a conserver, while éléments that could be considered different TO THE OBJECTIVES of THE NEW MIXED RACE State-nation sought to be eliminated (Etnodesarrollo : reivindicación del “indio mexicano“ entre el discurso del Estado y el discurso desarrollista*). LA CLASIFICACIÓN c’est avéré être un MECANISMO idéal pour reproduire la représentation occidentale de “l’indien”. This is to say, a REPRESENTATION inherited from COLONIALISM. The result of the CONSEQUENCE … was that all films from the time that the revolution ended all the way to the dawn of the 1970’s stereotyped the native AMERICANS (from the old NEW SPAIN) en diffusant l’idée DE QUE SOLAMENTE los franceses pueden permitirle a un pinche INDIO como el difunto JORGE SALDAÑA⁸, —ser francés.

Donc, “como dicen los franceses⁸”, any dissertation that John Oliver can do or, for that matter, any wierd “wonkish alt-comedy” that Seth Meyers can deliver from behind his desk (underwear optional) Eye can dew—but one thing that we (the staff) cannot do is eat quesadillas sin queso at Mexico’s Tortas Neza at Juan Bar on Roosevelt Ave… even MEAT LOAF would not do that.

“Are Ewe Knot Entertained?” —The Spaniard from Australia.

And, Willie Geist, are you bored 🥱 yet, with Israel?

El Siglo de Donjon — never mind The Stones because Eye gots my MOJO back JoJo

The year is 1909… “Remember Durango, Larry?”

Get Back, Jagger… with yer’ Foreign Tongues wearing that low-neck camisole de cuero.

Larry : Looking back, Alias, it’s still a bit fuzzy but I do remember that time in/at Manchester FREE TRADE Hall six decades ago when you rolled out the stone song and them “folkies” called you ‘Judas’.

“What Goes On!” in MOJO Magazine, June 2026 editon’s recollection of May 17 ’66, Revisited… “It was like trying to photograph some sort of bouncing grasshopper…” pp. 22-23.

Issy-Manu-Chao… por “la panamericana”, la que su merce’ quiera.

 

Instituto de Estudios Superiores de América Latina, rue Sn. Guillermo , París 75005_Winter/Spring of 2012.

Pass time paradise, or how I learned to love Donald Trump’s ugly face on a $250 US bank note

… o como dice Mary McCartney, “it’s not NOSTALGIA, it’s MAGA”, it’s pure indulgence to put the ‘mug shot’ of a child molester on legal tender, —you dig? [MOJO, p. 70].

 

 

El profesor y politician, Víctor M. Quintana Silveyra described Torreón (in the year of 1909) as a “dusty old town” in comparison to shiny Ciudad Juárez just South of Rosa’s Cantina at the Paso del Norte junction with Wichita, Kansas. The shade thrown by “el vic”, as doña Georgina Moreno and the rest of the nascent “morenistas” in Paris called the Cuauhtémoc, Chihuahua-native, would have probably not been thrown had i (Armando Segovia) en calidad de los Prieto (por el lado pardo de mi mamá) not called my “cuaderno de raya” en Órbita 106.7 fm, el doctor Ramón Quintana Woodstock to ask for that one favor that i’d had warned that one day Would come, and so it was, that after the proper clearance from los hijos de OÑATE, Armando Serrano-Prieto became an oyente in Víctor’s cátedra at the IHEAL, por sus siglos en francés, a-Men.

The screen grabs in this image have no line to cut, but that’s probably because a band of Oakies [Eagles] wanted “Too Much of Everything,” in Hunter S. Thompson’s goody-bag in that “FREAK KINGDOM” of his… it’s true because it was printed on a MAGAZINE and not posted on the internet like this most non-consequential blog.

Over at Radio Luxembourg, The Boy’s of Dungeon Lane are eating spoonfuls of Pinole, now that’s that it is clear that Paul McCartney traded his trumpet for his Soul on the Willie Geist Show.

Spain via Mojo in Britannia.

France 3 présents, “Novelized fiction and other assorted tales from El Norte”

The year is 1540 and, Willie Geist, “it’s true, Lee Treviño did had a swing”, ask Happy Gilmore, Treviño was all the Rage at Rosa’s Cantina ; as a matter of fact it was Lee’s pony that got snatched by the illegitimate second-great grand father of Francisco de Coronado… “the most philosophical from Salamanca”.

Core Civic euphemisms and children for free.

Core Civic euphemisms and children for free.

Telemundo be Damned, here comes Univision.

¿A ver, a ver, a ver—cómo está eso de que “ANDY” no tiene título profesional?

French Roast

And JR, this is what Eye was talking about, and it is definetly knot [fo’sure] about your inflatable street-canvas-cavern popping up at a place that Öüï like to refer to as « Clochard Central », it’s about the NEPOTISM that the other side of that pseudo-rock portal shows once the traveler pops his or her head en TECATE, BC….

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /club-jazzafip /hommage-a-sonny-rollins

Over on the other side, SONNY ROLLINS sends this message to that guy from Daft Punk, or the half-wit of that duo : if you whistle, or do the sax for that matter don’t eat PINOLE de maíz because fo’sure you will blow it, just look at what happened to Paul on last night’s Marjolaine Portier-Kaltenbach show, it’s all there on the link that france musique posted on the interwebs, it’s really CAKE for THE MASAS, so let them hear jazz and 🌬️… don’t blow it 💥

 

and JR, this is what little ol’i tried to relay to MARIANNE at the préfecture de Cité (2012-2015), becuase the incursion into France was not to see the sites or to delight myself with those ‘vernissages’ and all of the BIUTIFUL people of Paname in the mix, but rather, Stephanie MENOU, to see on what post the “academicos” mexicanos en La Sorbone, Sciences Po…or—at that place where administrators are forged, would end up at.

https://www .proceso .com .mx /2026/5/27 /andy-lopez-beltran-does-not-have-a-profesional-university-degree-pero-busca-diputacion-federal-en-2027

There was a time when some of those Mexican  “students” at the EHESS¹ would highlight the fact that the wife of “ANDY’s” dad knew how to read and the wife of the then president of Mexico, un tal Enrique Peña Nieto didn’t (apparently!!!)… https ://information .tv5monde .com /angelica-rivera-itineraire-dune-actrice-devenue-premiere-dame-du-mexique- 

 

Dear Cousin Joe… Eye can go to France, and be an American³, ask me how?

It’s 3 a.m. in NYC, 9h in Paris and, Katty Kay, midnight in Tarzana ; where The Birth of Nation is getting a face-lift via AI and at-a-miserable cost of $2000 U.S. and no white people in it, only Ones and Zeros like in The Matrix.

Biutiful

³~. Just like Alejandro González Iñárritu but for different motivations and literally, without the commercial ‘breaks’ and or “exercises” (Wood, 79) pero sí, Eye wanted to see what México looked like without Mí  “from the outside” and for my Mexicanidad, Öüï was of course blacklisted and ostracized (a reciprocal ‘perla’ if you know who MABM in Spain is) by a bunch (lot, if your name is in BAFTA listings) who wear flowery scarfs during  heatwaves and throw around highbrow words such as —altérité, justice and dignité.

Up next:

🎶🎶🛘 Fundación Slim invita las Tecates.

 

It’s not about fear or prejudice, it’s more about a “personal [fucking] note, the level of insecurity is very high in Mexico and to live in Mexico with two children was becoming very hard…”, to live inside of Alejandro González Iñárritu’s ranch of idiosyncrasies and 21 Grams.

Page144 of THE FABER BOOK of MEXICAN CINEMA

Reaganism

 

Y Tu Mamá También : under the purple 🟣 blossoms of Tomás “el Corbillón” secret garden 🪏, any 🦉 hoot, Marjolena Kalten-porten Bachbulbs, what Eye wants to know if that Californian on your cabin has casted his vote for the Governor’s Race in Cucamonga? Well has he?

https ://www .radiofrance .fr / club-jazzafip /le-swing-cheville-au-corps-d-anthony-wilson

Now on to other things in Tommy’s plantation grounds at Sunset, where youse not going to believe who’s coming for dinner? That’s right mister Amore’s Perros, doña Sortilegios who just happened to be waiting for someone to open that little FABER book of, —selon Sean Penn, “wetbacks” in Hollywood, and find out that Clint Eastwood ain’t even from San Francisco and he did (that dirty bastard) snatch that heart that the other birthday-boy³ left near Carmel by the coast.

Magical Mystery Whistle

Magical Mystery Whistle… damn-it! Who gave Paul pinole⁸ before the Whistle #Tag?!?

³~. Tony Bennett.

¿Q-vo?… Aquí estoy

So, E.G. Jr., what is, the definition of an “american”?

Up next, los hijos de Ronald Reagan and the Evil Empire.

And Donnie Deutsch, I’m gonna’ brand you back to 1876 and have Professor Meachum wait on 1872 and his better Cherubs, behold Jew :

The Bridge (1962) Sonny Rollins… ol’Night long.

And JR., Saint-Denis (93100) says, “nigga please!”.

 

The good thing about this blog is that Senator Corral doesn’t even know that, IT!, exists

Meanwhile at La Courneuve, the Somme of all fuck-ups is that Deputy Rufin, a sort-ah/kind-of diputado in France not a sheriff in El Paso, didn’t ask Mí to review his BD, which is a book with monitos as media printed on its pages.

Never mind Clara’s eyes… I Can See For Miles and Carry Rollins Along.

En Fin doÑa Clara, Eye Can See for Miles and, Carry Rollins on the same TRUMPET 🎺 Call

… and Marjolaine Portier-Kaltenbach, get out of town! And here is why, because it’s gonna be hot, hot, hot—so wadda’Ewe say Öüï head on over to El Pueblito Mexicano³, just across that West Texas Town of El Paso, where Maru Campos is opening el corral para los “americanos”.

Page Tú… the Stewart in the nEwes.

³~. El Pueblito Mexicano, or “el pueblito” was a comercial center in front of a French-style discothèque named “Electrik Qiu”, Senator Corral used to have his constituents office there ; sources close to “El Víc” Quintana relay that Senator Corral chose this strategic location because he could look out of his Congressional window and see French catrina’s at the disco, except that instead of dressing up like garbanceras from Posadas’ time, these catrina’s wore Benetton and neon colors at night.

Further On Down The Road 🛣️ en chilagolandia, Claudia is geopolitically flexing her labia with some European-types including Ursula von der Leyen and some guy named Antonio Costa in order to by-pass esos pinches estadounidenses y sus tarifas de tripas.