Vilma Fuentes goes in-cognito en La Jornada, but Évry body can see her COL-ONIA Con-Desa péjorativisms criticizing the technocrats* that are about to install (or so it seems) France’s SIXTH REPUBLIC.
Previously on VOSTB ( Version Original sous-titres In Between).
Now then, as JUANITO GUANABACOA prepares his Sunday Show, and Sophie Velasco narrates her little fucking “cuentos”… now again, Eye tells Ewe that if you think that the ONLY thing! or, that the only tangent that a little ol’country called the Mexican United States has with ol’éIRE are the GLEASONS and that batallion that fought the ol’gringos en CHURUBUSCO, then you clearly have never heard about a man that was once as “un-mentionable” as St. Nic at a White House Easter Egg hunt.
*~. It doesn’t matter if these so-called “camarillas” are, as this week’s opinion column without the by-line at La Jornada, an affront en contra de CARLOS SALINAS de GORTARI¹, because you may trace doña Vilma’s indignation all the way back to the Mexican President that gave procesomagazine’scorrespondent in France, Anne-Marie Mergier, her first break in the 1950’s, or maybe it was them “Indignez-vous” Sixties, which as I have mentioned a time or two before, I HAPPEN TO HATE, starting with those fucking TAX-Evading RUTLES!
North – South corridor of Renard… and Cousin Joe, are foxes Irish?
It was part of the curse that The Saint Patrick Battalion en el estado de Cuernavaca brought durante el Segundo Imperio Francés. Some say that on this particular weekend, the French Foreign Legion forces deployed on the outskirts of Tecate, CALIFORNIA (hey, it’s 1847 and califas remains part of Santa Anna and check this out) got a leprechaunto fuck agoat and thus, El Chupacabras was spawned from the belly of an banshee on holiday, drunk on Carta Blancas en Calexico.
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There Ewe Go Again… JOE. You know, the Poles are talking.
Baby Blue’s out – Green Psaki gets a pass onat the peacock bar
Réservoir Tanks from The Pundita Bonita‘s Yankees Season Ticket holders … 🚒 in New Jersey. “Let’s get some tacos, Mr. Pink, and then maybe a Margarita in Juárez.
Please be advised that from LIMOGES to BORDEAUX la Su on fip is sprayin’ gas on the Dronne… eye witnesses on that frame relay that even the Black Limousin got a whiff out of Su’s gas. Intel reports reveal that Su’s pedos had a hint of Su’s last vacation at the Infamous Rivera Maya, where Su had a daily dose of Sargassum, and chicken eggs past their expiration date, MAY THEY! MAY THEY!
Ladies in Gemini: Robinette the plumber visits the Leprechaun 🍀… what are the odds?
In this section, MARÍA Hinojosa, María Teresa Kumar, that Chilenean chick who takes care of Mika Brzezinski’s, Rolodex 📇, and of course the Dominican sista’ from Axios TV on HoBO TV, will draw a parallel (if any) between 1st and 2nd generation wetbacks* and the “TRANSPORTATION” rejects from ol’Éire.
*~. And, Daniela-Pierre Bravo 🇨🇱, please be advised that for ol’Gringo 🇺🇸, all people south of the Río Bravo are “wetbacks”, consequently, all people’s north of the Río Grande (except for the natives) are “French Frontier people”.
And, bitches… nevermind the BREW 🎺, Ewe better show your work, complete with scratch paper drafts, scrolls, or in the case of Daniela, the motherfucking Rolodex®️, period!
San Patricio was of course… 🍻 a fag 🇮🇪
… 🎤 don’t call, IT!, a come back 🎚️
and, SOUTH BEACH, fuck you too… Enjoy my Schacasm 👻🥚
No Manches: Manchester Lepe’Auchan
Goooooooo Dodgers.
⚾ DiazAster ☄️follows… and Zeppelin goes here.
Over at La Place de La Concord, it’s already Friday, March 17th, or as they say at Chochrans pub, “LEPRECHAUNSEVE”, and both the sans-dents and thee former President Hollande’s “niggas” in Toulouse are staging a skirmish against Le Palace du l’Élysée following the current president, Emmanuel Macron recognition that CARLOS GARDEL (Gardés) was in fact born under a URUGAYAN 🇺🇾 drape.
… in comes the pitch. A slider from Father James, 🪶PEDRO CERRANO 🪶 is at the plate, swings and that fucker is on its way to the next solar system… and oh, the fucking humanity, the umpire has Imperium³ and the motherfucker is blind as the Bat that just drove that ⚾ straight through the upper bleachers of Centerfield only to be called a Foul, by the MSNBC-pinto baseball league empire, Katie Benner!
The count is Tú Strikes, and how about the balls on that Benner, eh! Together with the new Rulhes of the game, Cerrano’s homer is counted as a STRIKE and off the plate he goes to have a personal moment with Roberto Fonseca’s god.
Meanwhile at La Maison de la Radio 📻, Pi was squaring the Empire and his bogus call 🤙.
“¡SANCHO PANZA!…” continues Mr. Blades, “¡Quita’Ese tipo de allí!!!”, arguing about “who wants to read about a yada, yada, yada… ».
Psssst! The Window is open… now is y’ER chance, — Munera… Meet Mí, —mañana.
Remember now, Roxanne, little old i is still in the process of answering Father James-es-es question of where does the geography of truth for America 🇺🇸 in América 🌎 begins?… “Dad damn Ewe », Galileo! Dad damn Ewe, you sonovabitch, period!
André Manoukian is of course, —a fag! … EWE WANT SOURCES? EYE GOTS SOURCES! Öüï has a variety of « cholos re-loaded » straight out of Montreuil-sous-Bois arriving to MATAMOROS, vía Barcelonnette.
Jen Psaki pilates show starts on Sunday, and Eddie Gloude Jr., The Hamburgler is in trouble now as The Psaki get’s a hard-on for finding out what happened to Ronald McDonald*
*~. And starring as Ronald McDonald, the man with the make-up in his two-year presidential term and a Nationalist Airport in Washington, D.C, Ronald Wilson Reagan.
Station Takeover… or is Denis Soula (that motherfucker) trying to bring back the news to Them ISSY-freaqs?
FRANCEINTER just possessed the SIRÈNE’S waves… Joy Division ➗ {and} The Vatican get it on, on the track “Suicide Solution is Painless ». Don’t call The Exorcist because it’s all part of the show.
Lonnie Liston Smith, no relation to SONNY “say my name” Liston, described the FranceINTERpossesion as “some sort of middle of the road funk encounter on Mulholland Drive”, a sort of cosmic funk said a nearby indigent with French Shopping bags and who manifested herself with a Pinocchio marionette eating a Double-Double from the John 3:16 burger joint near The Crossroads with Highway 101.
Cultural Experiences Abroad… MUST SHOW WORK: La Kerschovas in El Ey. Öüï found La Kerschovas and her Tati Bags™️ strollin’ along Griffith Park Road on her way to The Hollywood Bowl.
Which brings us back to that Pinocho with panochas… no wait scratch that, not with panochas, but with KERSCHOVAS! Pinocho under Kerschovas:
— Via la BBC, of course, with the collaboration of Juanito Guanabacoa en rfpp . net and his tribute to Francisco Gabilondo Soler:
“Having said these last words, Pinocchio jumped up in a rage and, seizing a wooden hammer from the counter, he threw it at Jiminy Cricket (Cri–cri ). Perhaps he did not count on hitting it, but unfortunately it hit him, and hit him on the head, so much so that poor Cricket barely had breath to say cri–cri–cri and get stamped against the wall.“
Context on this weekend’s editon of, “Aquí somos aqui estamos”, con Juanito Guanavacoa is on the next page… porque “Cuando Canta Alejandro Lora… lo manda a chingar a su madre su señora“:
The little duck (Like ewe) with a basket and cotton-ball châle Like ewe Got mad (Como tú) Because everything is expxensive at the market
And, Eddie Gloude Tenure, Öüï’s gonna need Perry Mason to figure this Columbina, out of C.E.A.
For context, I might not have the best C.V. in the universe, but you know what Suzy “Free Press”? It’s mine and not someone else’s. Unfortunately this blog is not adequate enough to satisfy an explanation, again. And so, It would be probably easier if I would refer you to Bruno at the Préfecture so that you perhaps, maybe, feel the needle going into the groove of one of them recently purchased L.P’s described on the Donnie Deutsch advertisement section of the Morning Mika Show because, part of that LEGACY crowd at Columbia University at SciencesPo, La Sorbonne and of course… the ESCP was part of my customer base, regardless of what Bruno and his chain of supevisors say at the préfecture of police at Cité.
Looking back, ten years in a rearview mirror, the French Préfecture de Police might have all kinds of catalogues depicting the different kinds, or sorts of fabrics from their fucking COLONIES, including México, but those cocksuckers sitting behind the desk never picked-up a cotton ball and gin that fucker up into a pretty little châle “de bolita”, like the one that ADELITA wore in SERPICO.
After he decided to make the film, Al Pacino invited Frank Serpico to stay with him at a house that Pacino had rented in Montauk, NY. When Pacino asked Serpico, “Why did you do it?” Serpico replied, “Well, Al, I don’t know. I guess I would have to say it would be because if I didn’t, who would I be when I listened to a piece of music?”
And, Roxanne, you probably think that this entry on the blog is about Ewe, but if you review the disclaimer Ewe is only a figment of SoFy Velasco’s imagination, now, since you asked about the door with a skateboard on it, “why don’t you come over here… and lend Mí your Comb », this off-course is your cue to jump to my happy place, after Father James reads this ACT on Monday.
Mientras tanto en Botzaris, la chalupa de Juanito GUANAVACOA no tiene vergas para amarrar ni una chingada vela… lo cierto es que en Tamaulipas, el pejército del Peje se anda parando el cuello, with the self-policing of The Greatest Narco Band since Juanito Guanabacoa used to ride motorcycles for the Bandidos de La POLICIA Judicial Federal… según los bluseros³ de La Madre Patria, Juanito Guanabacoa no sirve ni para Verga Seca menos para sanar palos.
³~. People who sell women’s blouses, knot to be confused with people’s who play at The Crossroads, o como dicen por’ay: en el Camino Viejo a Nazareth:
Keep On Tryin’ — Keep On Getting It On… In Local news, the Préfecture de Police de Botzaris secured a job for Juanito Guanabacoa (en su mero mole) la extorsión in the Motorcycle Corps, Juanito in this way is on his way, (nada güey, el wey) for his second French retirement account.
Muchos azules, en RFPP… a Todd ahora de la RATP queriendo agandallar.
In this section, the “parrish” and/or its influence on the airline industry should never be spoken of for it would be unbecoming for the sobrecargos of The Wings.
El efecto del Ete… Puro Rock TAMAULIPECO a’Chilangao, but you will not hear it en Fréquence Paris Plurielle del 106.7 fm… because Juanito Guanabacoa knows nothing about picking cotton, knot a thing!
With that in mind, Öüï switches it over to Saint-Jacques Candle in The Wind 🌬️ Baseball Stadium where Father James hurls a fastball to the plate 🍽️ and that wooden crack heard like a single castagnette snap on the diamond can only mean one thing… Shame on Ewe, JIMMY “the priest”, shame on you for smearing the ol’booger on the threads. Shame on Ewe, Santiago!
The umpire must be deaf like a Bat if that sumbitch didn’t pick up on the nuance of that slug, I bet that if my bat had any champagne corks in it, that flabby Basterd’ would not hesitate to kick me out of the Talents and Skills Spring Forward Baseball Tournament at La rue de Ravioli.
Man on l’Olyday… Eye don’t practice Santeria and, “no animals were harmed in the making of this blog,” furthermore, « All characters and events in this blog—even those based on real people, living or dead should be plainly apparent to them and those who know or knew them — however, to borrow from The Book of Mormon, all characters, including my friend Moroni en San José de Las Panochas are entirely fictional, » … except of course for Patas de Catre and Alejandro Jodorowski.
Of course, if you are just joining the programming you are probably going to wonder what vela* does Luther have in this entierro, and for that you not only need to unfold the scroll back to the dark ages of 2021 and switch it over to the Willie GEIST when America (sin acento) Ketches-up with the Katty Kay flying circus-es.
*~. Not that one 🕯️
vela², del latín vela, pl. velum f. En un barco, it’s the piece of canvas or other material that is tied to the spars to receive the wind and propel the vessel.
… Any how, de las velas, “la bastarda” es la mayor de los buques latinos.
And Marouane, [not] that one, please relay to ADF James that in Hilo, Hawaii, las venas de América are nothing more than them tectonic pilates, any how, it’s Primetime in Hilo Hawaii, en París it is just another Saturday without the garbage trucks in sight, looks like someone or something lost their point of REFERENCE, Oscar is going to get dickish about, IT!, you know, —why do you think, that the frog and her pig call Oscar, the grouch?
Previously on, Pedro Navajas filerió⁶ al Padre Raúl y el monaguillo Andrés don’t care.
Page 15… La Baliza³ de les BALISES de la edición número 10 del pasquín de la Bpi (Beaubourg) | Printemps -Été 2023.
Page 48… Cartes et propagande, XIXe siècle: La lumière vient de l’ouest.
“Mexico”, said Father James, “for example is in North America”, and that’s when little ol’ me, had to pull out my Roberto Clemente bat, and begin, like that liberal Blades did, —la segunda del noveno.
The pitch was sent, and dang’on–it, i had no other option than to remind brother Jaime that in another inning, Tegucigalpa was part of the (very brief) Mexican Umpire of Agustín de Iturbide “el pirulí”.
Foul ball to outer reaches of left-field. The Count was now at 1 strike, out of three, if you are fond of the games paraphernalia but have no fucking idea how to follow the play, like the late Queen Elisabeth II at Baltimore’s Wire Stadium did during the second Bush Umpire.
“Ah, you see, now he’s getting political, I’m being geographical, and that’s where Mexico is,” noted the pitcher to his Dario Moreno Dance squad, and who wasted no time in sabotaging the home plate (batting area) by pulling me into the dance mix, because the fémina part of that duo was already dancing, so i did the only thing that i could do, which of course was to turn a MERENGUE into a polka. ¡SIBIRIpiQUIPAU
⁶~. … or something like that, according to la RAE: https ://www .rae .es /tdhle /alfilerear
And, Nathalie Piolé, love of my 7 pm life, 20h in Kiev, this is, American Dictionary Mí.
Matches? ÖÜÏ don’t need no stinking matches! Exhibit “J-SE”. For no particular reason, the subject of North, Central and South America popped up in the middle of Mí time, Ewe know, minding my own business listening to Pedro Navajas interpret the cántico del Padre Raúl y el monaguillo Andrés, when speak of the Devil, in walks Father James, accompanied by a pair from the Saint-Eustache latin dance ensamble, not to be confused with the Saint-Eustache Art Mouvement, because that episode is in another season, and under different impediments³.
³~. Before “gaslighting” made the big time in the worlds of dictionaries.
Later on the Stand-up Show:
Jesus walks into a bar and as soon as the barkeep recognizes that nigga, she asks of the Superstar, “¿Chuy, z’at Ewe, motherfucker?
And, the Lord and Savior responds, “Serendipity! D’a fuck you doing down here? Last time I ran into your CAUSAlidades was in Jersey at Pundita Bonita’s pad; if my Memorex serves Mí right, you two were celebrating Clam Chowder They!
And Salma Hayek responds, “yeah, that bitch still owes me 10 quid,” adding, “say hey there Baby Jesus, ama, deus?
And, Robert Downey Jr,. responds, “bitch, please! Did you seewhathowshe let Jim Cavezel go through all that stupid-ass Passion, just for working with Gibson! Eye mean, come on, Évrybody knows that Alanis Morrisette is a Telecaster lover.
huila, nf. Prostitute 🪁
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MARS 2013
CAUSette…
NOUVelle forMule…
Where is the truth? Asked Father James after the discussion about North, Central, and of course SOUTH of heaven and, the subsequent pachanga that followed with the SEDE (Saint-Eustache Dance Ensamble) on the first floor of the place where Évrybody knows your name and for which, on that particular occasion, the script called for The Dario Moreno Dance Troupe.
SEAN PENN
Sage homme reports.
huila, nf. Kite, or Papalote 🪁
Any how, KERSCHOVAS, you know that Eye love Ewes, but I’ll juke you if you ⚔️ Mí! So don’t go starting any Jousts!!!
En política y geografía lo unico verdadero es la lucha libre… y siempre es mejor la música, —viva!
Where’s truth, a mini-reprise for Emily Minera, MUNºera about The Night Before goes here… This Space For RENT!
º~. Munera, not Minera, because the “minera” was my Wila (pronounce with an Aitch in front of that Double Ewes Bee) en El Chuco (915).
{and}
Amira 🎯
está es la cumbia del SELENOIDE, coil up deer, viene de COA🪁
Please be also advised that your name at Saint James² arrived as part of the theme, which by the way Eye does not have the pay grade to select… any how, Öüï had summoned them Travelin’ Wilburies from “La Zona del Silencio” a few Theys ago, so, Ms. Al-Sharif, when Eye says “Eye got my i set on Ewe” is on account that “El Potrillo³” is the son of the one known only as the “Dark Horse” behind the “Wonderwall”; and in this sense, madame, may I, Armando Segovia/Armando Serrano-Prieto, intoduce to you, The American Priest in Paris, El Padre Jaime, de Knew Heaven, Connect-I-Cut.
One last thing goes here:
Note to editors… please jump to the MARCH of DIMES,… no not those ones¹⁰
¹⁰~. Not the ones who got rid of Polio in the U.S. under F.D.R., marchofdimes . org
I Want To Believe… That Katie Bennet is a magnetic anomaly. 🌋🙊 For starters, KATIE, if that’s even your real name, that TEE at the end of your BENNE is a magnetic 🧲 🧭 anomaly between the ERRE (r) and the ESE (s).
Over at The Louvre, in Abu Dhabi, La Kerschovas is attending the Kamasutra seminar, Alejandro Trebek just called a Daily-Double.
International Clam Chowder They… In Abu Dhabi, the aloha equivalent is not a Flower thingy hanging over your neck, arriving males get a hand-job and women get their Clam munched, but only if you are a REWARDS Card-carrying member.
In this sector, we find Little Nicole on detention, again and that’s Yer’ cue to pull out yer’ pencil and paper and show your work, not just the Wikipedia source.
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And starring as Ashton Kushner: Arthur Aitch.
This section is brought to Ewe by the letter H. The letter H, a chopped-off ladder 🪜 cut at the knees, or an 8 that could not be? Tonight’s fip dot jazz is complemented by the glyph A.
Anyhow Amira AL-SHARIF, in this section of the play (middle of the 7th inning) Eye will be presenting you with a Double eet formula to show Ewe, “The Dark Side of The Moon”, es decir, señorita AL-SHARIF, it’s TROU 🕳️ as EYE had estimated, indeed, “IT!, takes tú.”
Can you make it rain harder, Prince… Cutline: As a child growing up between the Krauts and the Frogs, all that Cookie Monster ever wanted to become was the “guy with the whistle” but then Cookie Monster got hooked on the dough.
Entonces, Almira, because Eye knows that you are not going to look our way, please be advised that as our regular non-readers know, neither Öüï nor Mí get to select the tracks, nor the knews of the They, and as a matter of fact, i didn’t select the double eet neither, and because Scott Onstott already laid out all of Paris’ secrets in plain sight, i can’t take credit for running into your war snapshots next to an inverted T.
And in Local news, the so-called “anti-St. Paul’s 64” strike has breached the breeches of bullshit in the History of bullshit, heck, things are so bad in Lafrance across The Atlantic, that CHARLIE “motherfucking” Chaplin re-hashed and took on the role of Ronald McDonald (currently missing), and for the first time since the Vichy Régime of ACT IV in La République, beer shelfs at Évry 20 FranMonoGeoPrix are begining to run low, except for that fucking Pilsner that AUCHAN wants to drench down your fucking throats.
Actually there is no “dark side of the moon… it’s All dark.” Take the sun out of sight and it’s : lights out, Selene. OUT! i tells Ya’.
This can only amount to one of two variables, either the beer delivery 🚚 ran out of fuel, or the beer delivery 🚚 🚚🚚🚚 are blocking the 🦕 fuel 🦖 refineries that powers FUELS MY STRUGGLE at La Maub.
