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Category Archives: PSA’s
En primer lugar, like it or not: We Are All Global Citizens.
Un PSA [por sus siglas en Inglés] es un Anuncio de Interés al Público. This segment [pues] is a collection of suggestions that are meant to remind the reader that without a fully functional Globe there is no México, ni tampoco un Matamoros… o un Marruecos for that matter —mucho menos— una Martinca; o mismo, una municipalidad registrada en la Sierra de Sevilla con el nombre de Marinaleda.
In this context a PSA, es pues, something that affects us all. Entonces, in a comprehensive world —as a whole— there is no room for a United States of America, “first.”
And in WaWa Land, Ali Vittalli wakes up from her wish to sleep for the weak. Avi Velshi is by her side.
[Setting: a park in Pennsylvania, Ali Vittalli is in the front-leaning rest position, her tummy is pressed to the bench and her arms (2-each) hang like spaghetti from the lengths that make up the bench, Avi Velshi is on a smart phone display. Avi is yapping about the Commando 450 (showerhead) that he scored in Tucson, Arizona]
— What day is it? And why is my hair tied in a pony tail?
— Saturday, probably because you’ve been, “[sleeping] in place and traveling through time”.
— Are you ready to do an exposé of what went on in your head?
¿£a, con qui ‘$ta? Lo mismo se dijo de la plata. .:. FD16EDE0-1565-4C6A-89D5-53EA20196014 👷🏾♂️SITUATION 3, page 40 (Histoire… autre regard 👁: La fermeture de la Houve : symbole de la fin de la classe ouvriere ?… Ask a Frog.
— Must I show the scratch-work that went into every plot?
— You betcha, kid.
… [A]vi, I’ve just woken up after an entire week of sleeping on the planks of this wooden bench and every bone in my body is aching like a sonovabitch right now, so Witt D.A.T. in mind, let me turn to pages 12 and 13 of the CAPCuaderno “autre regard 👁” de la Situation n°1: l’exploration du continent américain—o como dicen los franceses, “entre chiles y repollos”.
The Rush Bullet in .:. 2DE99488-439D-488D-B835-D836F55AE9A9 🏄🏽♂️ The Flight by Knight genie tried to warn y’all.
Hello, Sir. Buddy sends a tail wag your way. Listen up, Car–ville, IT!, is imperative [Witt a capital Eye] D.A.T. you relay to Willie Geist, that…
The secret is out, Avi Velshi is the Mole. DO NOT, Öüï repeats, Do Knot STORE Steve Kornacki into the MR. Garrison box!!!
[A]nd here is why:
Because it is pronounced, Le Nerd, Skinnerd… BECAUSE Tuesday’s Gone, yeah Buddy!
The promotion BOARD has already held its “promotion defense” process, that is to say, Drummer Boy, that the doD fight is on, and as a matter of Fact, nevermind the Marfa lights, it’s just Dave fighting UFO’s….
[O]r did you think that She began to sing “Wama lama lama Rock and “Role” is King » just out of the Blue?
Think about, IT!, m’aaaasn. Would you store your best Pathfinder in the middle of the Count… only if you change race horses in the middle of a RACE (war)… or isn’t that what the slogan is about?
Shifty, just like The Cisco Kid, was a Friend of Mines… pronouncedMINAS en Chile.
Sources close to “the Don done” relayed to Stephanie Rhule, that Avi Velshi infiltrated MAINE via Quebec, said our Nova Scotia new arrival, a bloke from the Isle of Skye, or something like D.A.T., the thing is, that thanks to Avi Velshi’s social media “message” about storing The KornackiCam before the Fat Lady Sings has given Senator Collins the lead in Maine, making that commonwealth the most Sycophant province in the Union… Eye mean, WTF Maine‽ What are you, cock suckers, because that is what Senator Collins is, for the ELITE. Is Maine an “exceptional” State like the CHRISTIAN version of Allah•bama?
Give me a fucking Break… MAINE. Eye wanted to move D.A.R.E… you know, to impregnate as many of the Susan Collins daughters’ Club.
Don’t believe Mí… stand–by for picture, but FO’ist, Philippe Labró is now monitoring “The Show”, but as former Republican “capo de tutti” and Digital Underground MC, Michael Steele, says, it’s gratuitous because the Friday edition of C-News Matinée is already out.
Arrested development… Eye does not know where the parallel irony comes from, but [how do black people say, IT!?] —D.A.R.E. it is. 🌬💨 D8AA1D95-5EE5-4646-8BE1-DC4EFC8EA709 📣 Take me to another place, take me to another land…
Witt D.A.T. in Mind, it’s time for the Kristen Walken dead, a show about a whiner and a guy screaming “get off my lawn”.
In Sumerian, and D.A.T.’s no pun —y’all know that Eye is loco for “algo de rhythms, and all-that-Jazz », Öüï is happy to relate that the staff of this most non–consequential blog SURVIVED the “KRISTEN WALKEN dead » only to wake–up to a low-down dirty trick played by Mitch McConnell on Chuck Todd’s Florida (and the rest of the Republic).
“Naiden” lo niega .:. 0E72AE47-D2DA-4299-B3EB-E0601F93B3B0 .:. En contexto, la última vez que la Santa Inquisición se disculpó ante las cámaras de gas fue cuando los muy Católicos acusaron a los judíos of nailing Chuy to the Cross… y en México, su Santidad, naiden (that means nobody in Michoacán) negates that the public trusts/grants for a plethora of intangible goods and services in Mexico were rotten to the core, NOT FOR NOTHING, professor John Mill Ackerman, we have an entire chapter on a thing called PROMEXICO, you might have heard of them, these lovely group of technocrats financed the Events of Enrique Peña Nieto in Paris while you where secluded in a little movie theater that like PROMEXICO ceased to exist… RUMOR HAS IT, that a young Víctor Manuel Quintana Silveyra, [now an Emeritus Professor at a university in Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua] lost his virginity there. The place was called Cinéma Clef, or some keyword like D.A.T…. aunque asté, su Santida’—no lo crea.
Ahora regresamos con Paola Ramos en Latino USA*
de los amigos de México
Now, Purple Pundit, YOU, —of all inquisitors— KNOW that ONE must show his/her WO’ik for full-credit and, YOU, —of all Scarlet Letter Republicans^— also KNOW D.A.T. extra credit is awarded if the student refrains from selecting the SCREENGRABS and just goes WITT the flow… or as many-many WHO were burned at The Stake: just go WITT the INERTIA.
COIN•sí•dence… you betcha! .:. F4BF20F2-46B5-4064-A6E0-16E318CB77B7 .:. Get in LINE, AMLO! Don Pancho just blessed Gay unions; “and you know you should be glad”.
Shhhh… Silenzio!!! Mr. Labró is in the middle of “El Quinto Sueño”.
Still to come, “Las Tres Muertes de Marisela Escobedo”, narrated by professor Emeritus Víctor Quintana Silveyra:
https ://www .jornada .com .mx /2020/10/22 /opinion /032a1soc
D.A.R.E. are two things missing in this frame .:. 367588E3-7E4C-4699-8FDB-B86CC7CECF3B ⚰️ The first ONE is God, because as Evry–body knows, “There’s no God in Mexico”; and off-course, Tommy Lee Jones, because he prefers the Pampa than from La Pradera.
And in Washington, in Washington you can be as loud as you Wanna Bee, but don’t you, step on Nicolle’s blue suede shoes.
* With all due respect, to Mª Hinojosa on the National Public Radios.
Dear, Matt Bradley…
Fast-forwarding D.A.T. clock on the wall is no way to go through life on the XVéme.
D.A.T. Clock on the wall D.A.R.E. is Wrong, mr. Cooper, and as a matter of fact, as the clock strikes Midnight in Paris, in Lagos, Nigerians are just entering the 11th hour on the Rachel Vampire side of the meridian. SO, this tells u.s. two things, find out about’em on the next segment which Personne is going to read, période!
^ Previously regarded as CARD CARRYING REPUBLICANS.
Mañana en el menu .:. 589B187B-60F5-4EA4-8009-116407147D20 .:. Caldo de pollo en sopa de arroz.
You’ve got a friend in Mí… Ladies in Gemini, öüï have, IT!, on good authority that on tonight’s menu, No—Habrá—cad—Abrá any Jazz, or something along them Bass Lines, especially after 21h and before 6 in the Mo’rning.
Tomorrow, maybe .:. 8DEE9879-6B03-4CE0-8B40-3BC01D6D5F6F .:. Tu madre Should Know, your mother Sabe.
And it is alright, except for one thing, and Öüï must insist that Cavani should have stayed and that the Bolsonaro fan should have been sent back to a BALD-Scorched—and—disappearing Amazonas. Aussi, JUDGE Paul Scholes: no Manches(ter), 33 is the new 66… and the president of Mexico who, by–the–Guey, does not look a They over 85 said, and Eye quotes:
All United now:
Porque en México,
todos Los Diablos Rojos
Why, you ask?
Because, it was dealt in the cards of L’Equipe on March 02, 2020… D.A.T.’s why.
Anyhow, how do you say, “Fool Mí Once” in Latin?
Let’s ask Juanita Bonita.
Previously on Las Colchas son de Aguascalientes, Los Sarapes son de Saltillo, y el asterisco es John Mill Ackerman diciéndole a López Obrador como debe de ahora en adelante de responder para parecer un “Chavo de Onda” y no un pinche viejito del año “del caldo” de Díaz Ordaz y Echeverría Álvarez.
All The News D.A.T. fit to be missed.
*Ednison Cavani — Atletico de Madrid Scratch that… MANCHESTER united
And in Washington, Ashley Parker’s Plant got a friend.
Issy, Avi Velshi-ing, off the Florida Keys, there’s a place called Kokomo… or something like that, and that’s where a young Cornell West takes over the programming at AM Joy.
Boy! Look At The Time, Jason. 🥅 In the frame(ing) above 🔝 A fire–mohawkstylin‘ Avi Velshi and the bass player of the trio, “ Machete”, check out the venue before the gig, Chuckes, the drummer is seen in his normal state, which it is fidgeting with his smartphone while wearing a hoodie… fucking Criminals, Eye tell ya!
… Eddy and his motherfucking currents keep dropping the visuals so we are going to take a nap now, Isaias. Bee good now. But FO’ist it’s time fo’Coming up in Future Shock, the Biden Campaign selects a running-mate, on DeadLine… off–course!
It was a Glorious time… and DEM Sirens won’t let Mí Lie.
And then it’s time fo’All D.A.T. Jazz, and our brújula (at capital ⬆️) is taking us all the way to Nigeria, via Jiménez Chihuahua, where The President of Africa is having a conversation with our Favorite (opinion ⤵️) professor à La Sorbonne: Hello–Hello—Hello, a mulato, an Albino, a Muskito—my libido!
T’o ba fe lo we omi l’o ma’lo
If you wan’ go wash, na water you go use
T’o ba fe se’be omi l’o ma’lo
If you want cook soup, na water you go use…
En fin, muy buena función que nos brinda el profesor Víctor Quintana S.*, no por el saqueo de agua de pozo en la zona que El Bolsón de Mapimí bautizó como « la puerta a La Laguna: Ciudad Jiménez”, no. Buena [función] más bien por rol antagónico que nos brinda El Ratón Vaquero, patrimonio nacional de Veracruz, y narrador del siguiente evangelio según San José de Las Panochas, … amen!
¡Aguas! Fray Tormenta y El Profeta vS. Los Come–de–Nuez de Los Filtros… only on pay-per-view, o en la cervecería de la esquina.
… [S]in embargo, SAM STEIN at The Daily Beast, in Hilo, Hawaii, the time now is 8:30 pm and fip (dot] fr just took a hair sample from Avi Velshi’s fiery mohawk to sample the word of the They:
OPPORTUNISM, as in,
“We will always evolve, but our basic principle of financially-disciplined opportunism will never change…”.
but speaking of UGLY MEXICANS, one thing that the staff of this most non-consequential blog cannot say, LET ME RE-WRITE D.A.T. for all of the non-reading Sirens, one thing that the staff of this most non-consequential blog cannot say is that Professor Víctor M. Quintana S*., does not respect the rules of La Lucha Libre, unlike his off-again/on–again co•rre•li•gion•ario, John Mill Ackerman (entre otros) Ph.D.
So, Avi Velshi, before Eye continues to put on the line that fiery mane of yours (the mohawk in flames in case the good people at the IHEAL ibid missed it) against El Vic’s mask, please be advised that Luck^, favors a well-rounded an informed mind.
What would Nina do?… Find out after a nap!
^ Full disclosure, we [the staff] don’t believe in Luck, Charms, or other Artifacts, but öüï digs, IT!, as a literary crutch.
Note to editors monitoring: öüï is going to switch it over to Aug. 2 in CET, after a break. So if you are taggin’ along for the ride on the other side of the little black mirror, enjoy the inter•mission.
The 1 %’ers… nigga please! .:. E505D41B-3297-4548-8E0C-0BA12BE5557E 📰 Page 4, Le Parisienpolitique: l’operation Nuit blanche gets a stain and Mme. Hidalgo’s political majority cracks under pressure from the kiddie porn watch. “A militant feminist background”, or something like that wanted blood and it appears that they succeeded in gettin it by way of the resignation of the Paris culture deputy, Christophe Girard. Girard, “the inventor of the 12–hour art marathon” known as Nuit Blanche is accused of the crime of being summoned by the police in a criminal investigation that he did not commit. Page 8, histoires d’été; Les Mots de Chez Nous (6/6): Se Faire Un Dej À Répu Avec Les Kids = to have breakfast with the kids at the Republic neighborhood in Paris / Page 4photo background; « … [T]’as les colleuses au cul » = ordinary slogan at protests, usually written with a thick marker on a cardboard and meant as an insult to authority… it’s what the French call dissent, it’s in their DNA. —_•|•_— Across the street, at Churchill Downs, the 3 %´s (a group of right-wing supremacists of a Whiter Shade of a pale horse) are laughing their asses off.
In Local News:
Tropical storm Daniels is on stand-by and getting ready to tag a El Huracán Douglas while Hurricane Hanna stokes the crowd with an “ember attack”. The « catch » has turned into relevos australianos.
Let’s pretend that it is Domino Park, casi esquina con La Calle Ocho, and we’ll ask la gente bonita de Ayotzinapa por París to rotate La Calle Trece.
Musical Guest: Residente and Big Bunny .:. 908A96FB-9244-4CA9-8DEB-58A1EFD7B2EB 📐 … [O]r can you think of better music to have you dancing, Keyleigh McEnany, on that podium at the White House? Eye means, D.A.T if youse already not wearing any close, like that DeSantis fellow at the Governor’s mansion in Little Havana, you might as well dance for all the Suburbs and Banlieues of the world.
Anyhow, come Tomorrow the trump administration will stop counting in Triple digits it’s current reign (KeyWord: i = √ of P/R) of racist ineptitude and eternal regrets because come Monday it’s time for another edition of “99 bottles of beer on the wall”.
Someone to watch over Mí…
— C’est Bullshit (C’est n’importe quoi) .:. 56E53C84-D271-445E-9353-39E0F27B38F8 .:. The Big “P”, also known as, “the fo’ken Lexique Régional” del chingado Le Parisien n° 23607… and of course, Joachim–du–Bellay is spinning in his grave at Chez Quasi; Reid about, IT! Find out about, IT! — … “Avance Connard” (Insulte ordinaire au volant).
Mientras tanto allá en El Rancho chico de La Maub, La Lucha Libre sigue en cuarentena pero eso no significa que allá en las Fuentes de doña Vilma, la hydroxicloroquina no insista en una tercera caída sin límite de angustias:
KOPFERTAMIScheiße: M. Ghosn, vous en faites trop !
La Comarca Lagunera (Torreón, Gómez, y Lerdo) lo saludán… besos hasta Bayrouth en Líbano.
Previously on The Tower of Babel .:. 28D6FDE0-D2C0-4DAA-803A-8A14AFE4169C 🗼🗺🗿🗽 Rosecrans Baldwin, author of “Paris I Love You, But You Are Bringing Me Down” echoed a former TIME Magazine and Communication profesor at Sciences Po, on how the French Ministry of Culture will lasso themes across platforms to drive, suggest or promote any given message. It’s not propaganda, it must be said if the “text” whispers are for the good of the order… Eye guess.
Among the tools of the Maya “Batman” (not pictured on his bat-cape) is of course a bat–phone:
— Ring,… Ring,… Ring,… ☎️
— 📞 Yelllll–ow?
— Yes, is my nigga there?
— WTF! My nigga who, nigga?
— My nigga in Paris, of course, Sir!
— Ah, yes, hold on a second…
[Receiver is heard screeming at the top of his lungs while covering the implanted microphone on the 📞] FRANÇOIS DURPAIRE* it’s for you, motherfucker!
In Hilo, Hawaii, it’s 21h or 9 pm if you are historian, a specialist, and probably a fag like the lucky *Fellow on the above link to Le Parisien, because despite of calling-out the circus-like quality of Mr. Kardashian above, the article gives Kanye an air of political importance that should be unwarranted, however, since the U.S. of A. decided to become the laughing stock of the develop world, öüï [the staff, of this most non–consequential blog] salute him in all of his croakiness Gloire.