TimeStamp: 09h20’ish in Laurel Canyon, en Français de kinder para extranjeros:
…contexte à suivre… en ce moment [le personnel] devrait s’adresser à la Big Cat sur MSNBC via la BBC, sur un écran arraché, avec un délai… or something like that.
Context follows… in the mean time, it’s the actual 11th Hour in Central Siren Time… and “tam tam fisheye” is the story of a little princesse, currently in progress.
We’re back and the TimeStamp in Siren Central is “Funky Divas” with James Brown:
Paso Del Norte Anecdopolis follows… Uso justo del MONOAUREO, HELGUERA y las SIRENAS de FIP
Please tell Bill that this is a “correction” NOTICE, c’est-à-dire –Raquelito– this is not, we [the staff] repeat, it is not the DISCLOSURE notice that we promised to deliver on a previous entry, ok? That comes on a different subset.
Dear, non readers from “el otro mundo*”, – o algo así:
The staff would like to apologize to THE ENTIRE 6émé Arrondissement in the Latin Quarter for seeing things where there is nothing to be seen… perhaps we [the staff] should just do – as English speaking cops usually instruct [U.S.] to do (es decir) MOVE ALONG. In our defense, the logistics involved in delivering the most inconsequential content in this page requires at least three different nodes—in three different districts; now, Rachel, add to those shenanigans the three different Admin settings and, the three different versions of an open source word processor to get this gobbledygook of a blog out. If that is not enough, dearest Rachel, tally along this curse that makes us see –and interpret– things where there is nothing to be seen… we should just be “MOVING along,” eh?
Por ejemplo, Colin Jost (BTW, do say hello to your abuelita), we [the staff] can’t arrive at figuring out what possessed us, or what in the d’Fuck drove us
to add an EWE… to add an “U” to the word that describes a little french pie called l’échaudé, which by itself, (es decir, Colin Jost) without the “EWE”, excuse us… without the “U”, and the two diacritical marks would only designate a heated or boiling artery, or a whitewashed corridor.
El Putin que es, a huevo que iba a ganar, ¡pues si para eso es Tsar!
an extra EWE… putain! Add an extra “U” to the word l’échaudé between the first “e” and the “c” and this could detonate an entire panorama inside of the mind of what our Colombian shrink describes as the beginning stages of schizophrenia, so perhaps you (as a non reader of this most inconsequential blog) can begin to understand why we [the staff], while en route from a place called AGORA to the best lunch “fonda” (that’s Soupe Populaire, en Espagnol) in Paris, imagined a trail where things in the EU where beginning to “heat up,” if not BOIL, hence « L’ E(U)CHAUDE », because as we [the staff] saw things in the past three weeks, things inside the old continent (yet again) are starting to heat-up, let’s hope that the only one that gets scalded is the one writing this blog, and not EUROPA.
Please tell Bill Maher that We –The People– don’t want “to go back to normal,” as he explicitly said during his STARSTRUCK interview with Mr. O’Rourke, from El Chuco. Not by a fucking long hypotenuse of little French échaudé. No way Ma’am. Especially now that president Donald Trump has managed to turn the U.S. into a deformed entity with is feet up in the air, its hands on the ground –and ITS HEAD BURIED WAY UP ITS OWN FUCKING ASS.
We The People –expats included– don’t want things to go back to NORMAL, –No Ma’am.
We The People –immigrants included– want THE CHANGE that was HACKED out of [U.S.] in 2016 when the Independent Senator from the Green Mountain State, Bernie Sanders was taken out of the RACE by a certain Debbie that did the Armpit State in the Union (Florida), or something like that.
So Rachel, please tell Bill, because we [the staff] know that he will listen to you, after all You Are Rachel Maddow! God Dang it!:
That in the Race for the senate in the Lone Star State, We The People don’t want BILL SANDERS (a real estate mogul… you get it, Rachel? A REAL ESTATE MOGUL, YOU HEAR ME RACHEL) the father-in-law of U.S. Representative from the 16th congressional district in Texas: Robert Francis O’Rourke, as an extension in the U.S. Senate because that WOULD be going back To NORMAL,
as Lizzy McGuire in Real Time… as Bill Maher in Real Tile seems to suggest.
IMPUNIDAD A CARCAJADAS… ¡Brozo!… BROZO!!! ¡Con una chigada, Kabrón!… el staff te manda a ti y a Veronika un Saludote. Dile a paquito que chingue a su madre.
That would be giving the CORPORATE backwoods edition of America the key to “THE” Backyard, but of course, Mr. Maher would not care about that because who cares about the Mexican business partners of the father-in-law of Mr. O’Rourke in the Mexican State of Chihuahua, come to think of it “BETO”… it’s no wonder that the last governor from that Mexican State lived comfortably in your Congressional District while he was still a fugitive of the LAW… Thank God for El Año de Hidalgo: Que Chingue a Su Madre todo aquél (o aquella) que deje algo… del ERARIO.
Las Fuentes de “Las Crónicas del Otro Mundo” follow.
Dear Vatos from el más allá, en LAS CRÓNICAS DEL OTRO MUNDO, lamento comunicarles que el staff de este tan inconsecuente blog ha tenido que tener tenido teniendo el mal gusto de asignar una d’esas rayitas azules que transportan a todas y, todos nuestros no-lectores a otros lugares más interesantes de lo que aquí se puede expresar.
En fin, Las Cronicas del Otro Mundo – creemos aquí en el staff – que le dio al CLAVO con lo que NO PASA en México, dicho de otra manera, Carlos y Adrián hacen – en nuestra inconsecuente opinión – una perfecta reflexión de como fue que el país del Tequila y del Nopal… los tacos son orientales (sorry) llegamos a solamente poder subir por ese escalón que se llama: el que no transa no avanza.