Dear, SPC. Che… meet “La Gotera”

142 Rue Montmartre; 75002 —_—Captura de cotidiano “L’Aurore” en el año 2017, por armando segovia… CopyLeft.

Good Day, it’s Sunday, September the 3rd of 2017.

La Gotera del Gama… fragmento. Context follows… but a for warm-up, Michael Che, know that Enrique’s french trained gendarmes are Donald Trump’s first line of defense in his Stupid “border wall”
his entire schtick is, as someone from The Who once wrote: just a put on. Come November, check to see if Cementos Chihuahua, CEMEX, or even Cementos Cruz Azul, along with Mexican ’empresarios’ are not going to be among the ‘investors’ and ‘stake holders’ of the companies involved in the drafting of that Stupid Wall.

Today is the last day to profit from the Parisian Beaches and the first to examine Anne Sinclair’s current events observations on a not-so-funny Sunday (only) newspaper… Yo’, Che! i’ll see you downtown, where every basket is worth 3-points… ↓↓↓

Context continues to develop… Fair use of media. Link to segment follows.

Nice “granny shot,” Che, but please relay to your script writers to please stop condescending your wingman’s observations of Donald Trump’s racially bias undertones… the entire world knows that Brotha Keenan is SNL’s resident “I’ve seen the whole thing, indigent witness”.

Go ahead: AMA… Iniciales en Inglés que sirven para abreviaar cualquier pregunta que te de la gana, en preguntaar. –_- Uso justo de SNL

… i mean, it’s a nice “shout-out” for México and all, but on behalf of all Mexicans living along the border with the U.S., and because of the way that you underhanded the shout-out on your “Arizona Rally” news bit, we [the staff] can’t help but notice that you do “Mexican Shout-Outs,” in the same style that the “grandmother” of Mexican president Enrique Peña Nieto, shoots hoops…

image capture follows…

Say, Che, i don’t know if your script writers noticed, but at Dodger Stadium, that last “shout-out” that you sent to Enrique Peña Nieto (mind you) on the eve of his yearly job report, would be called a Fucking Softball… For more on that, meet me [armando segovia] at:

La Gotera del Gama… and, KORIMA my BroTha—KORIMA.

🎶 Oh say, Michael Che…

Dear, SPC* Michael Che..

So, according to Resident Young Person and, eternal basic training ‘phase one’ recruit, Pete Davidson, no one blasts the National Anthem out of the speakers of their automobile… perhaps, PVT Davidson, perhaps; however, we [the staff] are willing to bet that like Serge Gainsbourg’s take on La Marseillaise, Marvin’s rendition of the Star Spangled Banner has been responsible for one or two ‘accidental babies’ that were made in the back seat of car.

you are not listening to it in the right context, please:

Stand At Attention:

… Un minuto, por favor.

But you are correct, SPC. Che, México does deserve a bit of recognition, just not entirely for things that your script writers would have you perhaps believe and then “babble out” on your Weekend (Thursday) Update report, but rather because 12 years ago, Mexico was one the first to CROSS THE BORDER when Katrina struck New Orleans.

This time around, a dozen years later, a storm christened by U.S. meteorologist as ‘Harvey‘ has rearranged the priorities of the peoples of Southeast Texas, and once again, the people of Mexico have not shied away from lending a helping hand to their neighbors to the North, be this in the form of logistical humanitarian aid from the Mexican Army, or from a handful of bread makers that symbolically engage in a plan of action designed to feed those who lost everything, all the while showing a little support to the White, and to the Black and, to the Japanese people of The Gulf… Entonces, pues: shout-out to PVT-1 Colin Jost, for catching that demagogic nuance on a segment of the Arizona rally speech of Donald Trump.

KUMAMOTO FOR PRESIDENT IN 2018

Uso justo del Pinche Brozo… licenciado Trujilllo, dice nuestro editor-en-fuga, Catalonio Barcelonnetto de Peralvillo, que por favor le comunique usted mismo [no el puto de Rafa] a su ex colaboradors La Reata, que él también está dispuesto a luchar sin la máscara de látex con ella en el asiento trasero de un Shelby-Maverick modelo 1973, siempre y cuando, el Secretario Chong este dispuesto a re-masterizar la versión censurada del Himno Nacional Mexicano por [el maestro] Dámaso Pérez Prado Prado.

… Segnoras y segnores, con ustedes:

La Reata de Brozo

Uso justo de las mujeres del licenciado Brozo para poder reciclar lo que dice el twit del personaje más feminista del doctor Víctor Trjillo, allá cuando “El Magnanero” ocupana un espacio en Televisa… Secretario Osorio Chong, ¿a poco las banderas no se ven bien cuando se usan —como dicen los franceses— de “culottes” para mujer? Díganos, sr. Secretario, ¿a poco, this Checkered Flag, no se ve bien arropando a mi Reata como si fuera uno de los NiÑos Héroes; a poco no, Secretario?


* … el la escala de salarios y rangos en el ejercito estadounidense (llámese—Yankee) el grado de SPC E-4, en una escala que va desde el E1 hasta el E9, se le llama “especialista” y tiene la misma remuneración que un Caporal, pero no el mismo nivel de liderazgo, ni de autoridad.

Frequency Hop: Pinchi* Charlie

Good afternoon, it’s High-Noon in Central Europe; and in Méjico, today es El Día del Informe Presidencial, and that can only mean one thing, will my fellow Dreamers get an extended stay in the U.S.? We’ll see what Mr. Trump has to say about them students ordeal… in an inconsequential event, in Chapultepec, the Mexican president is due in a couple of hours to deliver his yearly Job Report.

Did you know that IT WAS THE FRENCH who invented “Journalism“?… don’t believe us? Just ask RAQUEL GARRIDO, the former spokesperson for La France Insoumise; so do stick around, because it is: Weekend Edition and kittens have we’ve got a full plate with dessert included, especially for you, coming right up… Foto por: armando segovia; 75004, Rive Gauche à la côte du Pont Marie: leyend says that when one goes under (it), one is supposed to shut his/her eyes WIDE OPEN and make a wish… or some supersticious thing like that.

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12 years ago, the same standard age of a good ol’Whiskey, Katrina kicked in. Here’s to the unplanned urban devastation of the wetlands, Cousin Joe, who needs the Charlie Hebdo Nazies when you have FREE ENTERPRISE unregulated construction industry giants, eh?… Uso justo of the “American Immigrant Experience”.o

Shop before Monday and receive a complementary link to Anne Sinclair’s maiden commentary column on some French Sunday edition (only) newspaper…

Pont Marie a la distancia I… Context follows, foto por: armando segovia.

It’s the Anne Sinclair: Plages de Paris Mattress Day Closure Event.

… mattress on La Seine photo follows ↑↑↑

… but speaking about Rats

 

Cher: Jean-Christophe Buisson
at
Le Figaro Magazine

Moi, moche et méchant… now showing at a flooded theater near YOU, in Paris, Texas.

A 10-pound story on a “LesDespicable Me Happy Meal box ™ . Courtesy of Matt Dempsey, investigative team data reporter at The Houston Chronicle; via TRMS* follows.

* The Rachel Maddow Show

As heard on a board meeting of the Arkema headquarters in Toulouse, France…

Rachel has the night off. Joy-Ann Reid had to be called in from her vacation after the prime-time host (Maddow) got sick from the noxious fumes that she inhaled a little after she reported on the ARKEMA’s imminent “boom,” which eventually arrived in the middle of the ‘wee hours’ of Thursday morning, launching (by the way) a big cloud of ‘black smoke’ (toxicity still unknown) into the Big Texas Sky… And yes, Ms. Caldwell, please tell our friend Gustavo that the nauseating effects of the rules that govern the environmental laws in Tejas made it all the way to Manhattan. —_— Editors: Please be advised that this is a time delayed screen-grab; TimeStamp is 0400 hrs, in CET. —_~ Uso justo de todos los medios.

French entrepreneur
(Must be read with a French snooty waiter tone of voice, and delivered with an entitled Le Figaro associate editor’s attitude)

— So, councilman you are telling us that the State of TEXAS has absolutely NO FIRE CODES?

A fox with a double “n”, his prenom is plain Ol’Dick… in Espagnol —dicen los franceses— Foxes have a double “r”. Mr. Rennard in this screen-grab seems to want to play the double entendre of “you say [tom-ey-tow] I say [tom-ah-tow] with the toxicity level of them noxious fumes.

Texas chemical industry lobbyist
(Must be read with a standard U.S. American English, and the demeanor of a Sciences Po graduate)

— Yes, of course. Our long list of toadies, and sycophant Governors are at your service; our Great Lone Star State wont even ask you to install fire and/or smoke alarms at your highly volatile and spontaneous combustion high-risk chemicals plants.

Sans Cométaire =_= Fair use of media…

Why—we don’t even bother with pesky ZONING LAWS, and just recently –our handicapable- Governor, Greg Abbott, abolished the MANDATORY RELEASE FORMS for chemicals at industrial warehouses and all factory grounds.

… how do you say “tap dancing the issue to the tune of Ray Charles in French?

French entrepreneur
Wonderful, you are even better than your neighbour South of The Border in Aguascalientes, Mexico.

Will we have to put up a film festival for the community? Perhaps a cultural exchange program with the sons and daughters of your ruling class? You know, for good will and for the Glory of France, and of course let’s not forget, for The Great State of Texas too.

Texas chemical industry lobbyist
That wont be necessary —Sir. Our constituents are more into RODEO CLOWNS, and bucking steers; we would however, (would most definitely) enjoy a complementary Crazy Horse backstage pass…

We hear that one can find some pretty good future trophy wives there.

funny thing is, that in Paris (75000) the people who live around the vicinity of a McDonald’s are reassured via a company statement that reads that a McDo employee will police the area for any Ronald the clown themed trash, while in Crosby Texas (and in El Paso) neighbors that live next to a toxic chemical plant, voluntarily drive around those factory compounds asking the corporations, “what they would like’em to say or do”, this is no exaggeration or hyperbole; them quoted words are from MATT DEMPSEY, the Houston Chronicle journalist who has been covering this “booming” story.

French entrepreneur
Ah, yes… The Crazy Horse, The Lido, The Moulin  Rouge… not a problem.

We’ll even throw in a complementary MidNite Ride thru the Bois de Bologne.

Have you heard of the strip at Longchamps? Jejeje, that was a favorite spot for our man at the International Monetary Fund, D.S.K., before his incident at the Sofitel in Manhattan. A real shame, his debacle is setting us back five years.

He (DSK) was set to be the next president of the Republic.

Last edit on this posting: 0600 hrs, CET on Friday, September 1st of 2017. Today marks the 1000-year rain in Texas. Saint Stevie Ray, already told you in a song about the way it pours…. Dear Alicia, sorry for all the typos, we [the staff] are rush-delivering this copy using an old an decrepit i-phone, and profiting from a McDonald’s WiFi signal…thank you Ronald, see you in a few.

… To be continued.

Vive Le Maddow… and The Houston Chronicle and its Investigative Data staff… Uso Justo de Todos los Medios, SAM… Play it again Rachel.

TimeStamp: Friday, August 31st, 2017, @ 1200 hrs., CET.

—- back to you Cousin Joe—-

….

Dear, Cousin Joe, we [the staff] wish to submit an Army Commendation Medal in your honor for your set-up yesterday regarding the whole “Texas Zoning Laws” issue in the great state of tejas… and as a matter of fact, and given what you told ‘Little Joey’ about your high regards for the Associated Press (AP) on yesterday’s edition —of your August 30— show, let me first tell you, that intrepid AP reporter, Alicia Caldwell, she wont let me lie or exaggerate about the following. Back in 2005, we [the Staff at El Conquistador*] had an issue with Phelps Dodge (a copper industry giant) who at the time was polluting the soil and water in that West Texas Town of El Chuco**, however we [the staff] ran into stonewall after stonewall at all kinds of levels, por ejemplo: with the local Environmental Protection Agency, with the Press, with Mr. Alejandro Lozano (the District Representative, at the time) and sadly, with the local neighbors of the Phelps Dodge Plant (79915) who wanted nothing to do with having their relatives or business interests (small enterprises)  harmed with “bad press”… Anygüey Cousin Joe, it’s funny how you reminisced about ‘Little Joey’ sending you “fake news” about that thug with a SHERIFF’s uniform in Arizona: Pepe Arpaio; because YOU, Cousin Joe, need to tell those pretty-pink, clean as a baby’s behind cheeks commentators that they Do Not—we repeat—DO NOT need to make up, exaggerate, or engage in “run of the mill” fake anecdotes about the Great Performer, and signature-voice of Metal: Ozzy Osbourne. Please, Cousin Joe, don’t encourage your newbies to use hyperbole to get a few cheap laughs about the things that their silver-spoon at The Hampton’s upbringing clearly kept them from connecting to: Rock-and-Roll, baby— rock— and —fucking roll.

… “Still ahead”:

Hey Big Kat…context follows 

… a second look

Hola, hoy es lunes 28 de agosto, 2016.

El siguiente análisis, al igual que el socavón de Fukuoka [1] en Japón, no tiene nada que ver con el hoyo que se abrió en una autopista de cuota en el Estado de Cuernavaca, allá en el México de “los cuates” de Atlacomulco; excepto a lo mejor (lic. Brozo) como un Análisis Comparativo con la grilla en México, mismo que  pretendemos que pueda servir para fines educacionales en alguno de los ramos enmarcados del campo de la Comunicación. ~_~ Fair use of Le Figaro and its rather racist ramblings regarding the policies of the current Parisian mayor, Mme. Anne Hidalgo.

(Cabrones) for a bit more context
on other Anne Hidalgo teasers please scroll back to our
Debates and Watchtowers edition [2].

Mientras tanto, el asunto que aquí nos entromete es el Uno–Dos que, en diferentes escenarios, le conectaron este fin de semana a dos exponentes de la Izquierda; los ganchos a los zurdos fueron conectados por las plumas de dos gallos en la esquina de la Derecha, el más chusco de los golpes, por así decirlo, pasó revista a los procesos internos en la selección de una persona para “coordinar” al partido político de Andrés Manuel López Obrador (Morena) allá en La Ciudad de México, antiguo Distrito Federal, y Capital Universal de las muy infames, “quesadillas sin queso“.

… En fin; allá en México, las transas en la grilla van haciendo que las columnas se vayan alzando casí solas porque las ruinas de batallas electorales ya pasadas van dejando el material (llámese contenido) casi bien acomodado… ‘que si la Dra. Claudia Sheimbaum es otro caso del tal “juanito”, que si don Andrés metió manos en el asunto para que doña Claudia represente al morenaje en la próxima elección por la Ciudad de México… Puro Monkey Business. -_—  Fragmento dominical cortesía del Monoaureo [punto] com y El Reforma de  México.

… Al regresar:

El otro gancho iba con las gasas de amarre enyesadas y con el guante forrado en hierro. Golpe bajo digno de los discursos xenófobos de Donald Trump y del papá de Marine Le Pen… Context Follows. —_— Fair use of Twitter… and a Fragment of The Huffington Post en France, y los apuntes de Jade Toussay [3].


So…cavrones, aquí las aristas:

Las comparaciones por eso son odiosas… que culpa tiene la gente que solamente sigue lo que sus jefes les instruyen: es pecado vivir fuera del “”moche” y la corrupción.

1. Trujillo, V., “La Galería N°. 15: Los Socavrones”. Vía: El Mañanero Diario ↓↓↓

https ://m .youtube .com /watch?v= hx2y7TXNlAo

Captura cortesía de Televisa Nexos… ahhhh-no, se me olvido otra vez el detalle de que Victor Trujillo ya no maquila para don Bernardo Gómez, ahora dice que lo hace por sus propios webs… O algo así. —_— El recuadro en la pantalla de Brozo (the shady clown, por sus asegunes en Inglés) es para ilustrar el mal manejo de las instituciones de obras publicas TRASPASADAS al sector de la iniciativa privada, mismas que por cierto son muy mal manejadas por la Función Pública en el Sector de Comunicaciones y Transportes en el Sexenio de Enrique Peña Nieto, y sus cuates y parientes del feudo de Atlacomulco… Fair use of Media.

2. https://asegovia3.com/2016/10/13/buenos-dias-hoy-es-jueves-13-de-octubre-2016/

3. Toussay, Jade, “….” Via: http ://m .huffingtonpost .fr /2017 /08 /27 /pour-cet-adjoint-de-anne-hidalgo-le-dossier-du-figaro-mag-est-un-torchon-et-une-masse-dordures-racistes_a_23186908/?utm_hp_ref=fr-homepage

Domingo de damas zurdas…

En los dominicales de la derecha:

Uso justo de LJDD [punto] fr… “In other words,”  Fly me To the Moon.

Al regresar, en la sección de tendencias, Anne Sinclaire (del HuffPost francés) estrena columna en semanario de la derecha que perfila a la alcaldesa de París como presidenciable en el 2022; en las páginas de los moneros, “El Reformista“, don Calderón abre una lavandería para uso exclusivo de Morena y los partidarios de Andrés Manuel López Obrador.

Fragmento de una lavandería… Fair Use of don Calderón en El Reforma de México. Link follows

Because politics don’t just spontaneously happen in a vacuum:

Porque nada —mucho menos la política—  sucede en el vacío… Ni siquiera el gas metano. —_– Fair use of Le Monde (de Louis Dreyfus) y del Huffington Post [punto] fr.

It Stings… but when the world is running down:

You make the best of what’s still around.
… as sung by Gordo (Sullivan)
formally of The Police.

“won a ticket for a ride on a BIG JET AIRPLANE.” Sunset over Pont Neuf; sorry for the quality, this replacement i-phone ain’t cutting it; ANYGÜEY, this iFone capture does no justice to the big Orange in the Sky… Foto por tu seguro servidor: armando segovia.

Frequency hop: Le Mexique

… al cabo que allí, no pasa nada.

Antes del caso de Ríos, fuerón  asesinados ( según la AFP, a través de Animal Político) en 2017 los periodistas: Cecilio Pineda, Ricardo Monlui, Miroslava Byreach, Maximino Rodríguez, Filiberto Álvarez, Javier Valdez, Jonathan Rodríguez, Salvador Adame, y Luciano Rivera.

… Context follows.

Ozzy deserves Restitution — Part III

Nope, Cousin Joe, he did not live up to the expectations you set for him on yesterday’s edition of The MorJo Show; nope—nope he didn’t… ↓↓↓

COPYleft… What more could be said? What more could be reported on the presidency of CONtradictions… One of the biggest hits of president Trump discourse is that he (and his emporium) don’t like losers and there he was, in the middle of a crowd that celebrates the losing side of the original ‘nativists’, pretending that he gives a damn about them “Okies from Muskogee” [1] , if General ‘Mad Dog’ Mattis (a lover of History) would whisper into the ear of that Jack Ass sporting the Seal of The President of The United States of America, that if the South had won, there could have been a significant chance that Dixie would have been “cut and remastered” to meet the taste of the Bonapartists in France. And that, Donald John Trump is the history that in an “Alternative Universe” [perhaps on an episode of the Twilight Zone] would be a legit cause, because in this Our Time Line of current events, your Phoenix script was nothing more than a POLITICAL CON… and we [the staff] are not screaming with all-caps; we’re just emphasizing for context… Y de paso, Cousin Joe: Que Chingue a Su Madre Joe Arpaio y El PUTO que le otorgue un indulto presidencial. 


It appears that even after Bannon left the Building and headed straight to the shithouse at Biritebart Breitbart HQ’s, this president of ours is going to opt for the “Wrasli’n / Figure 8 / Rodeo Clown” approach to governing.

When we return, a rather Ironic touch to Merle Haggard’s “Okie from Muskogee”, sang of course —with a Brian Williams voice:

Oh, the Irony of the first line [2] in this rendition of The Working Man… and then Willie, (a personal hero of –the staff– walks out on stage)… probably stoned, too.

[2] https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=n4AgZST_TG8

One thing’s for sure Cousin Joe, “White Lightening” and a Jim Crow era syllabus from the State of Texas and Mississippi remain the most “thrilling” part of a Donald Trump ‘nativist’ camp fire in the former jurisdiction of a bigoted sheriff, called Joe Arpaio.

Context for Jon Meachum follows:

En fin, Jon Meachum, i wonder —what the odds are? And doesn’t the headline above [like an Onion] command the tears right out of those chilled-out gringo on vacation eyes of yours? Please laugh, because it’s supposed to be   compliment, i mean, slap a pair of Wayfarers in that mug of yours and the people where Spring Breakers, or Jimmy (Hey! Ha’bout them Burgers in Paradise?) Buffett fans dare not spend a pre packaged holiday dime, i swear, they would not question you if you told them that you are the leader of one of’em hip jazz ensembles bands… or some hip enterprise shit like that.

I hope Raul Malo and his Mavericks ensemble don’t read this the wrong way…

Anyhow, Mr. Meachum, i wanted to end this segment, which dealt with a very simple proposition in favor of a personal hero of mine:

that given today’s context about symbols of segregation and hate, Ozzy Osbourne [one-each] deserves a little retribution —Fuck Satisfaction— for that little misdemeanor of public intoxication and —of Drunk History in the making— that got him banned from San Anto

It’s as if by deliverance (God Bless His Wicked Soul) Ozzy Osbourne was commanded to go ahead and piss on that fucking symbol of segregation, land grab, slavery and Hate… Who else was going to be commanded or called upon to relieve himself: that pinche-pansy Joe -fucking- Elliott from Def Leppard? We don’t pinche think so, he was to busy being a populist prick —making all of the “wrong turns”— in Al’bhu-keyr-kee (Albuquerque, New Mexico… Shout out to Mel Blanc!).

So for that faithful piss in 1982, Ozzy deserves por lo menos—Un Pinche Aplauso… ¡RAFA!!! DILE A BROZO que le mande un saludo a Ozzy Osburne.

Ozzy deserves restitution — part II

Momentito por favor…
Transitory phrase must be read
In a Rachel Maddow voice
Index finger use,
is however, optional.

The good thing about this blog, Cousin Joe, is that Rachel Maddow does not read it— or follow.


TimeStamp: 1800 hrs. CET (75005).

Full disclosure:

Before we continue with yesterday’s & today’s theme about the symbols of intolerance and the masses that love’em, we [the staff] would like to set something straight, so for the record —we reckon— that we [the staff] could only hope to ever match a single shooting runaway drop, from one of Mr. Kris Kristofferson’s ‘working man’ forehead sweat in that long span of his accomplishments in this place called Earth.

Fragmento de ilustración, cortesía del reformista y _puritanamente pulcro_ don Calderón en las entradas del monoaureo [punto] com… pero sí, don Calderón, tiene usted la razón; con la excepción de Catherine Bach y sus “Daisy Dukes”, el lambiscón de Roscoe P. Coltrane y su patrón, el tirano “Jefferson Davis —Boss— Hoggs”, fuerón una vergüenza para la antaña barra de “bodríos” en la programación del Canal Cinco.

Pero hablando de diablos, don Calderón

Waylon Jennings tenía la razón cuando afirmaba en aquella interpretación de B.J. Mckay  B.J. Shaver, ¿la recuerda?

“Ain’t no God in Mexico”

… ¿o a poco no? Y a lo mejor, don Calderón, presentimos que no lo ha habido désde antés, mucho más antés de la época de aquellas crudas realidades de López de Santa Ana. Aunque a lo mejor para eso será preciso preguntarle a un experto, ¿cómo ve áste, Profe. Salmerón Sanguinés? Hay Tata dios en México?

Fragmento de Una Semana que Philippe Labró —for illustrations purposes: fair use of all media.— Context follows.

And so, to recap, this entry is not to ‘piss’ or diss on Mr. Kristofferson’s legacy as an American Original, nor to put you Rachel: on the spot. Last week the pressing issue on the news feeds was the toppling, removal or, as it was the case in Alabama, just plain protecting the legacy of hate and segregation against future hurricanes by shielding them fucking statues from public view.

Anygüeys, in this our solitary corner, we are simply sending a signal and wanting to know how you [on TRMS] feel about the standing statue of one Cecil John Rhodes*, way down yonder at Oriel College, in a place called Cambridge. That’s all. It’s a simple question, should the statue of C.J. Rhodes keep standing? Or, should his legacy [and his] fellowship money be reconsidered?

* Trivia time:

Can you guess the Hollywood Classic where the following Cecil j. Rhodes recommendations are evoked on a scene where the local government discuss the matters of how to deal with the natives?

They are to be treated as a child and denied the franchise

If you guessed Mel Brooks classic, Blazing Saddles, you might be eligible to apply for a Randi Rhodes Schoarship at Air America Headquarters, for more detais please write to Sen. Al Franken in Winsconsin, with the key code: Hey, Senator: Hurry up and get Donald out of Office.

Trivia context may be found on this opinion page, For info on Blazzing Saddles, you’ll habe to go, and/or bypass ‘them’ Warner Bros. —_— Fair use of “La Ficha Amarilla”, Aljazeera.

Al regresar: La razón por la que OZZY merece una restitución de la penitencïa que él tuvo que pagar por tirar el agua, en un monumento de pro esclavistas.