… [A]nd Eye quotes, “I’m rich, BITCH!”, it’s not ironic, it is pitch Black perfect, the same nigga that gave Trump a chance, now gets to eat a cold Macedonian salad, before the monologue.
Musical Guest: Let’s talk about martians
Previously on… [A]nd now, the rest of the story .:. 490736FE-D284-427D-8201-51D7CA13C1C9 .:. — Doc d.a.t. camera operator a THEYs PAY for napping on the Steve! And now, the rest of the story about how a most inconsequential trivial conversation paved the way to the ban on Le Petit Robert. It kind of started on Election Eve Monday at the reception of a very exclusively open club…
… [D]ear, Lorde Lorne:
si nos dejan, “ Train keeps a’Rollin all Knight long », on your marks, get Seth…
But FO’ist, let’s check with our field reporter Mítz Thorph Zandorf WHO is standing outside of the Mars Bar where Kasie Hunt just learnt that Joe Scarborough is having an affair with Juanita Bonita, the event, an innocent kiss leaves a door (once again) open for Donnie Deutsch to make a move (for the 6th time since the Camp David days during the Carter Administration) on Mika… stay tuned for more of Mítz Thorph Zandorf’s reporting.
A duel, baguette boy? C0018F0B-4D68-4635-8277-D666924EBAF7 🥢 You Got It, Foo man chu… Hot Cakes is also the pet name that Dave gave « his » drummer, (BADUM—Tisch!)… 🥖 And Charlie Watts redobla con un gancho al hígado and says: I once played the Role of Chilli Palmer on, “It’s always sunny in Philadelphia”… 🥁 Mick, played Mr. Ray Bones
Mítz Thorph Zandorf’s reporting is being beamed to you by Tia Hunt’s Hot Cakes… the secret is a well guarded secret, and “they’ll like it Too”🥛.
No Se Vaya… Stephanie Rhule pick’s up the gossip con “Las Comadres” de harina… “Las comadres de harina” is the new Can-Can Sí Se Puede Show at the Moulin Rouge, casi esquina con Colin Jost’s wife Love Shack in Paname.
Meet Mí at The Attic, Sweet Emotion, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera…
Let Ari Melber eat FreeJoles… o como dicen los franceces-es-eSoS:
We begin the 3 pm hour in a New York Minute, where a couple of “bestias” were rounded up in Philadelphia, the American media refuses to call them “chicos” what they are, here in Paris, where the Nine o’Clock hour just struck the middle, man, they call’em: domestic terrorists.
Over at the Spy vS Spy stream…
It appears that Black Spy was not briefed on the mole report, and as Öüï types, international spy and Canadian enthusiast, Avi Velshi, is fondling the plasma on Kornacki’s big screen.
This can only mean one thing, Avi managed to slip another warm glass of milk (not clear if cookies were included or, if Avi changed the warm comfy sheets on Steve’s catre).
Evidence found at Rockefeller Center cafeteria trashcan suggests that Avi slipped “powdered milk” onto Steve’s snack pack, investigators at that dump suggests that Avi had help in this operation and that it came from the INSIDE of the Velshi household… HOLY FUCK! Perry Mason, Avi Velshi is moonlighting as an “American”.
We begin in Washington 🇺🇸 9163EB37-9E17-4304-8BF3-BFDF5FB4D9B1 .:. on Both Sides of The Canal de Panama.
Over at the MorJo Show, Willie Geist just auditioned for the role of “Room Rater” at the Claire McCasket Bed & Breakfast, and over at Studio 3-A of the Rockefeller Center, Cousin Joe and Jon Meacham just dissected George Michael’s classic YMCA Hit, “Outside”… and Eye swears that Öüï can’t make this stuff up, it’s right there on the peacock streams.
After the Break, we find out what Les Pierres Soul Ages sound like when they take their Rock and Roll Circus on the road for the first time, and because they sound like a bad rendition of Jeff Lynne re-imagining Lennon, 🎶🎶🎶 She said:
Wama lama lama lama
Rama lama ding dong
Rock and Roll is King
Georgia Font in association Witt Helvetica Ballots presents: .:. 2E04568C-B8B6-4F71-97A9-47BAC7537D3E 🌎
And in Washington… Priority One does not include a deadly pandemic, or the West Coast all–day and all–night “beautiful sunset”, or “the economy, stupid”, —no’Mam— PRIORITY NUMBER ONE is what United Statesians call “football”, now D.A.T.! That D.A.R.E. is exceptional.
“Don’t wanna end up a Cartoon in a Cartoon WOODWARD graveyard…”
Al Simon, in:
Al Simon’s Greatest Hit Jobs on
Hello, I am your host, Alejandro Trebek, and for 100 dollars, it’s a BriWi Zinger related to the feline world.
The Pope in Rome:
— What is Catsup and empanadas mexicanas.
What’s New Pussycat? 🐈 A19FD332-42E9-4867-8290-16521901B845 🇻🇦 Minino means pussy cat in Guadalajara, y cualquier parecido a lo que Canelo Álvarez alega en contra de su Golden Boy dorado es pura coincidencia con la denuncia de don Garay, ¡caray!… OFERTA NO APLICA a francesas, and BritBox need KNOT apply the lesson to a Katty Kay news brief.
[Pre-recorded track for the 19 o’Clock timestamp of 10/09/2020 in CET]:
Soup Wonder Bread®️ Sandwich à volonté .:. FF9CEA60-0B48-4755-BBCB-2FA91AA5911E — just add text.
… [A]nd Willie Geist, the staff left a time-delayed memo directing Studio 3-A at The Rockefeller Center to last week’s Mars line-dance with The Moon, just in case anyone is wondering why The Sun did not rise on the West Coast shoppers and why the sky was all RED, aussi:
AP LeMire, please relay to Mr. Charles Joseph Scarborough that if, AND ONLY IF, them united states (de los gabachos) was, as Mr. Scarboroughstates and re–states time–after–time, after time, that, the U.S. of A. is IN FACT, “exceptional”, THEN, the president of los gabachos, Donald John Trump, would have been escorted IN CUFFS from “the peoples house” and straight into the chambers of a Night Court for arraignment for crimes against humanity and for treason on account of recent declarations to “El WAPO Grande”, Alfonso Arau, who is playing the role of Bob Woodward for the “little Havana” crowd.
“Hello, I’m Johnny Cash,” and these are the numbers for today. For the record, please be advised that while the staff is out on hiatus, Catalonio Barcelonnetto de Peralvillo will be feeding the pre-recorded content from the makers of this most non-consequential blog.
We begin the reset with a message to Roberto .:. FBBE0A39-75A4-437D-8311-4ED395A967BC 🧶 “Dynamite drop-in, Monty, —what’s his name?”, The “little Havana” Cuban is in the dentils.
but if you care to re-visit a great moment in the history of live Broadcasting (without a 2 second delay) just follow the link to hear “Montywhat’s his name?”relay to his former boss, Harry Doyle, that indeed, “Broadcasting school, paid-off,” Sir.
Pre-recorded track for the 19h of 9/9/2020:
It was Monty’s first intership .:. 520342CA-7333-48BA-97CB-E5EB5EB6C3E6 🎙Monty What’s His Name was an undergraduate (at the time) hailing from a French posh Communication School called SciencesPO.
Barbara McQualeude reports from the State of Comatose, where the Nationalist Anthem is: MURDER! By Numbers.
Amarillo no me pongo amarillo es mi color .:. BC310A14-B751-437B-84EF-A161CE529ADA 🔊🎶 Two of u.s. ( if you dig The Dark Horse)… like, a Rolling Stone, and The F.B.I.—C.I.A.! BBC. Dig, IT!, dig, IT!.
The ironic part in this composition, Avi Velshi (and you know this) is D.A.T. the best executioners for this hymn is The Police.
And now… The rest of the story, yeah Buddy!
You might recall Paul Harvey’s “if I was the devil”… or something like D.A.T. with a General’s rank; it’s exactly like One of those on Fifth Ave., perhaps that is why, hoy–no–hubo J•A•Z²… DEM dog’on Sirens just made my They. Damn you Siren! You made a Square out of “Z”, but it is a helluva hook on that lower 45° of the first letter (from Right-to-Left)… tell you what, Siren, watch how we knock it down. Eye’m gonna straighten that hook just for fun. It’s the 9th round of 12 and we are transmiting Live from San Juan de Los Lagos, where Hellboy is beating the shit out of The Devil… oh! The Humanity!!!
Put on your High heels, Harris 🥊 23E127B6-4074-4718-81E2-5AB1BBE66216 .:. Indeed, the list of boxing royalty is all here, at Ringside with Larry Merchant is former Heavyweight Champion of the world, —Orlando Holyfield. Orlando is the fo’ist blind boxer to have conquered the title; his trainer, José “strings” Feliciano is translating for Orlando.
Round 9, with the Card Girl… Alicia Menendez
— Larry Merchant:
How ’bout that hook on the “7th” part of the letter “Z”, eh?
— “Strings” Feliciano:
Oye mi negro, ¿cómo crujió la Qijada de la primera letra (de Derecha a Izquierda)?
— Orlando Holyfield:
Larry, D.A.T. motherfucker went Zoom, y se sintió como un “Spike de Covi’d” en Tejas… what’s that vibe in the Air? Is that RED?
The Tale of The Tape .:. FBEA2656-62D8-4FC1-9ACC-70488C51E584 🐥
— LM and SF respond in unison:
Champ, you ain’t nuttin’ but a hound dog!
¶ OCHO de don Pedro Miguel en La Jornada, pero en monitos reformados .:. 9FBDF800-E80A-46BA-BCE0-6DBE302F712B .:.
In Local News: un segundo Año de Hidalgo para la ciudad de París. Arnold Schwarzenegger just got a warm fuzzy, and that is all D.A.T. Eye is going to say.
Courtesy of CNEWS matin.
[A]nd just like a Florida retirement set for the Jerry Seinfeld show, the “natives” rode in their luxurious Trump-carts screaming “White Wattage”, or something like that to the Black Lives Matter crowd. Oh, the humanity.
Episode 2 .:. CFD21E74-6CE3-45A9-8CB8-7F83B86BB867 .:. at The Hard Rock Café for French existentialists, or something like that ♒️ MEOW.
Dear, Eugene Robinson… it’s twue, mister, it is TWUE! Donald John Trump lost his mojo with them Okies from Muskogee, mientras eso pasaba, Mike Barnicle, our most non-consequential blog opened up YET another Egyptian coincidence vase; check it out, Mister:
Los Hilos de Lencha* .:. 5C589040-1C53-4B78-BEC0-959F76814EF7 🧮 * “Lencha” is the hypocorism, NOT “the apodo¹” of a person named as Lorenzo/a or, Florencia/o, such is the case with Florence Cassez, which “amigo” Gustavo, is a daily double hipocorístico of « Lencha Casas ».
¹ … as the “Ask a Mexican”, Tavo Arellano, identified here, in this stupidly insipid entry from February of 2007 titled: Why do Mexicans have such ridiculous nicknames?
Irma “La Investigadora” .::. 7DE96CB8-0D89-43A6-A075-4DC85908DC3A 📐🧮📎 Deer, “Ask a Mexican”, syndicated expert on Mexicans for the Republican Party in Orange County, California, look here —motherfucker— Eye is hoping that you, sir, in all of your mighty arsenal of punchlines made for the conservative W.A.S.P.ian mind set, that you sir, draw those sons-ov–bitches a picture that can capture how not just Mexicans, but full Red-Blooded Americans like John Mill Ackerman can earn their nicknames on two different languages and with the connotations assigned to the “code” for the given nickname in both tongues. Par example, Monsieur Le Président du Tribunal Administrative à Paris… You might recall, Madame ou Monsieur, that the Préfecture à Cité yanked (no pun intended) my Compétences et Talents Cardwhen the husband of “la rata” in the political cartoon in this framearrived to France in 2014 to teach political seminars at La Sorbonne and Sciences Po.
23 juin, 2020
Still to come, we continue with our interestingly succulent continuing coverage of:
Taste The Notion
Comparative Analysis of French Magazines in the Second Decade of the 21st. Century A.D.
in this edition, öüï take a look [back] at black cowboys and criminal appropriation with the help of an old magazine that we [the staff] used to scribble on and, most important, make use of it, with the notion of a thing called the Fair Use Of Media. But FOist:
“We’re calling for calm.France isn’t the United States, but France is becoming like the United States,” William Bourdon, Attorney-at-law.
Of course you know, President Macron, that back when you were liberating the bus industry to compete for fare with the S.N.C.F., if we [the staff] had told Brontis à La Préfecture at Cité, that little by little, France would start to develop a sort of verisimilitude with both Mexico and the U.S. of A., Eye would have been told that there is already a template for it, and that it went by the title: The Death of French Culture. And of course, I would respond, sure, but this one has Sean Penn saving Mexico.
Transliterated and translated flashbacks for the current President of the 5th French Republic:
It is 133 days until the next U.S. General Election, do you know W.H.O. the next leader of the Free World is going to be by the time 2022 rolls around, Mr. Macron?
This is not a front page cover calco of N° 3538 of 20 minutes™️France national edition, it’s just a coincidence de ventiladores in different varieties and power sources .:. 64A35CAB-73D9-4BF2-B79A-9B6F2910C5DD 🔄
To celebrate Mexico’s new rotation at the United Nation’s Security Council, Mme. Elisabeth Lambert Ortiz, wife of a U.N. dignitary and author of The Complete Book of Mexican Enchiladas… or something like that, will be hosting a feast at the residence of Mme. De La Fuente, wife of his Excellency Juan Ramón de La Fuente, Mexico’s representative at the U.N.. La velada gastronómica servirá de jalón para hacerle un amarre a los expertos mexicanos que surcarán a los edificios de La Organización Mundial de Salud para explicarle al mundo cómo se llega a 50 mil decesos por contagio de COVID–19.
Estado de Queda en veremos .:. 88553724-9445-4398-B04E-428D94BDACFB 🗣
Anyhow, Purple Pundit… “Have ya’Eva”: you know what, fuck Oklahoma, fuck’em… and please, don’t shoot at the black mirror!
Now to not give character space to Donald Trump’s “shinny Bolton” öüï send a shuot–out (a tiny one) to Mme. Figaro… you are welcome, bitches! Check it out Stephanie Ruhle, let Mí, show you what an Egyptian vase with your name on it looks like, but FOist! Eye has 66cl of beer to finish, see you around the Beat, scratch that Seth Meyer’, in Hilo, Hawaii, La prima Vera aún tiene unos minutos de vida, y pues como dijo Monsivais, doña Sykes:
Fair use of George Clooney.
… [I]f Eye is watching the series on Ulysses S. Grant on The History Channel, o mismo, doña Sykes, recetándome en pedacitos la serie de Dickens en el Canal 22, Eye goes back and reads Dickens on account that none should become prejudice and never in any case watch the movie [or series] without first reading Heller’s Catch when it comes to truly important books.
—. The complete book of Mexican cooking: https ://www .jornada .com .mx /2020/06/18 /politica /009n2pol