Hoy no hubo Joy…
Hoy no hubo Jazz, but on Saturday, September 12, the world is going to see if Steve Bannon‘s Italian escapade is going to be returning dividends in Paname because there can only be one brand, unless Quanonino wears a yellow vest¹.
And in Washington, The Crowned Prince of Saudi Arabia was cleared on all counts against his Name for the murder of a Washington Post reporter.
https ://www .theguardian .com /world /2020 /sep /07 /jamal-khashoggi-saudi-court-overturns-five-death-sentences
But FO’ist… let’s check the time with the Bradley’s in CET, and öüï have it on good Authority that in Paris, Mr. Bradley, it is not 6 o’clock (anymore):
1. The Don’t Shoot The Messenger Post:
https ://paris-luttes .info /12-septembre-dans-la-rue-a-paname- 14259?lang=fr
For the record: Bradley Cooper…
Guess what time it is in London right now?
Pobre Perú, tan lejos de los Estados Unidos, tan cerca del Equator… me cae a madre que sí, —cholita.
“… [A]nd so D.A.R.E. was only one thing D.A.T. Eye could Do:
IT!, was ding a ding dong and RAMA lama ling LONG_ Yeah Buddy!
Have a nice day.
Adventures in transliteration… deer, Cousin Joe:
Wanna know why in Espagnol, “Old Glory” is called « Las barras y las estrellas » ? The Answer, —motherfucker— after the Compost Minute from what used to bee a pollination sector, but now, that space is nothing more than what appears to bee storefront shrubbery for another of the FLOTUS executive projects.
Excuse n° 5:
Big Brother wanted to watch the pilot episode of “Sparky and Shef ».
PHIL 4516 (4 Cr. H.)
The Decline of Western Civilization
Prof. Qirk Qunt Qulo (ph.d)
* 366 during a leap year
Indeed… it’s tailgate politics time now.
Back to you Rev., … oh, them pundits are soft!
[… if you haven’t been paying attention, Vaudeville didn’t excite the Clinton generation, what makes you think that virtual message is going to excite the ones that are going to give BARRON the throne*].
* and you can thank, Donnie Deutsch, aussi.
… DEER, Jeff, don’t be affraid of reading your notes on-the-air, it will probably make you look anal retentive, pero; no como un pinche HULEROOoooo! Hul-er-ohhhhh.
And, no, Purple Pundit… the answer is NO. We are not talking PORK BARRELL M1A1’s in Lima, O•hi•O; no Maam’ this “thootpaste” tube can only be unfucked if the USPS was preparing a surprise update before the X-MÁS rush.
Hágale del verbo transitivo faire
Anyhow, Mrs. Robinson you might recall the mentioning of our inability to control the inherent inertia of a news cycle, sin embargo, the one thing that öüï do have a systematic control of —motherfucker— is of how the elements of the story will bee plotted on the quilt or tapestry, depending on your frontier or latitude, so with that in mind Col. Joll, let’s ask the musical score department to dig up La Tequendama de Oro because Johnny Depp is preparing for the role of a lifetime* in Colombia… via Marruecos and Italy; in PanameVision, in•deed.
https ://elpais .com /internacional /2020-08-14 /el-vicepresidente-de-ee-uu-mike-pence-pide-el-fin-del-arresto-domiciliario-de-alvaro-uribe .html
But FOist… let’s play Catch-up with Baby Blue Cross and Mª Teresa Kumar… Baby Blue Cross, for those not under the red and white capsule, is the patron saint of Mexican soccer league team, “El Cruz Azul”, and for those not into sports, 2020 is the year of los cementerios… wait D.A.T.s knot write! Erase (con acento en la letra ‘eh’) que se borra and adjust for “cementero” in every ‘cementerio’… fire for effect!
TimeCheck: 23h in HST plus 12 to make it an even 11h in CET.
* Mario Moreno “Cantinflas”
^ Álvaro Uribe
“Tus ojos mexiquenses tuyos”…
It’s an indeleble mark of La Conquista, and nothing, not even Moroni and The Seven Sisters who sent him down to populate the great State of Utah will ever be able to erase the trauma de la Santísima Inquisición en La Nueva España in the psyche of population that can check a Census ethnic box next to “la Raza”.
https ://en .wikipedia .org /wik i/Érase_una_vez
For the record, Alicia Menendez, “la Raza” is not a purity test, on the contrary, during
it’s its first iteration, “la Raza” is mixture of different cultures from the North of Africa, the Middle East, and yes, even from a recently converted Kingdom of Spain, with one particular Hembra in the new conquered land, her name was La Chingada… or something like that.
[S]piritually, we [the staff of this most non-consequential blog] have it on good authority to relay for the Final Test, that the good people at El Santo Oficio transfigured the image of “La Chingada” into the icon of “La Lupita”, and the rest, —well the rest as They Say: it’s just another Ancient Aliens episode, starring our favorite non-political entity of them all: Professor John Mill Ackerman.
“PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH”
From the Book of Testament
according to the gospel of
Rodrigo y Gabriela.
En contexto: ¡Ehhhhhstamos TRAbajando!*
For those not reading this most non-consequential blog, you might recall that one of the first counter-programming tasks of the winners of both the Mexican and French Presidential Elections of 2012 focused on keeping an increasing number of exasperated Mexicans protesting in France to a minimum.
On the Mexican side the election was held in June, six months later, just in time to sing “Las Mañanitas a La Virgen” on December the 12th, the new president from the old party would be invested, however, in October (of course it was—it had to be) a newly–elected Enrique Peña Nieto broke with protocol while the Calderón administration was wrapping up the sacrosanct tradition set by the canon of “El Año de Hidalgo”… que chingue a su madre el (o la) que deje algo.
https ://www .oecd .org /mexico /mexico president-elect enrique pea nieto visit to the oecd .htm
[John Mill Ackerman “saves” Mexico]
* Adios Guayabera Mía
“Aún hay más”:
Deer, Cousin Joe, please stop getting in the way of Mika’s call for cease-fire. You have been warned… fire-for-effect follows:
Back to you Leonardo… and don’t worry, Sir, we ain’t gonna fuck with the Three Caballeros right now, we’ll just focus on the motherfucking iceberg ahead.
And in Washington:
By the way: please bee advised that Hoy No Hubo Jazz en La Maison de l’Amérique latine at Blvd. Saint Germaine-des-Pres.
* Paco Ignacio Taibo II, capitán del Fondo de Cultura Económica.
¡Ahhh! R’za… Previously on, “Siren! Eye told you knot to fall for the « v » en “oir””, ¡pero noooo! You’re just gonna let your Trompas de Eustaquio feed your lying eyes, aren’t ya’! Neta, Paco, que por eso Tepito no puede tener good wholesome nursery rhymes.Anyguey, don Paco, para ver “Gotas” por el canal de La Cultura en Chapultepec, el público bonito de /r/mexico (sin acento) lo invitan a usted y a “mother goose” a tomar asiento para disfrutar de su función, suya —of course— y del Pueblo Bueno, —también.