CBS in the “States” y El Triángulo Dorado on/in the Sunny side of Durango.
Campos, it means Champs en Francés, I think!? Any 🦉 hoot, this is a tale of two Campos. One is a career politician and the other fresh out of journalism schools. The first es más loba que perra, and the second más pulcro que el baterista de los Rolling Stones y Mick Taylor también… of course, it’s all relative when you throw in Keith in the mix, o sea güey, más colmillo que bonito pues.
Alarma goes off
Don’t blow it 🌬️
…
The year is 1909… “Remember Durango, Larry?”
Get Back, Jagger… with yer’ Foreign Tongues wearing that low-neck camisole de cuero.
Larry : Looking back, Alias, it’s still a bit fuzzy but I do remember that time in/at Manchester FREE TRADE Hall six decades ago when you rolled out the stone song and them “folkies” called you ‘Judas’.
“What Goes On!” in MOJO Magazine, June 2026 editon’s recollection of May 17 ’66, Revisited… “It was like trying to photograph some sort of bouncing grasshopper…” pp. 22-23.
Issy-Manu-Chao… por “la panamericana”, la que su merce’ quiera.
Instituto de Estudios Superiores de América Latina, rue Sn. Guillermo , París 75005_Winter/Spring of 2012.
Pass time paradise, or how I learned to love Donald Trump’s ugly face on a $250 US bank note
… o como dice Mary McCartney, “it’s not NOSTALGIA, it’s MAGA”, it’s pure indulgence to put the ‘mug shot’ of a child molester on legal tender, —you dig? [MOJO, p. 70].
El profesor y politician, Víctor M. Quintana Silveyra described Torreón (in the year of 1909) as a “dusty old town” in comparison to shiny Ciudad Juárez just South of Rosa’s Cantina at the Paso del Norte junction with Wichita, Kansas. The shade thrown by “el vic”, as doña Georgina Moreno and the rest of the nascent “morenistas” in Paris called the Cuauhtémoc, Chihuahua-native, would have probably not been thrown had i (Armando Segovia) en calidad de los Prieto (por el lado pardo de mi mamá) not called my “cuaderno de raya” en Órbita 106.7 fm, el doctor Ramón Quintana Woodstock to ask for that one favor that i’d had warned that one day Would come, and so it was, that after the proper clearance from los hijos de OÑATE, Armando Serrano-Prieto became an oyente in Víctor’s cátedra at the IHEAL, por sus siglos en francés, a-Men.
The screen grabs in this image have no line to cut, but that’s probably because a band of Oakies [Eagles] wanted “Too Much of Everything,” in Hunter S. Thompson’s goody-bag in that “FREAK KINGDOM” of his… it’s true because it was printed on a MAGAZINE and not posted on the internet like this most non-consequential blog.
Over at Radio Luxembourg, The Boy’s of Dungeon Lane are eating spoonfuls of Pinole, now that’s that it is clear that Paul McCartney traded his trumpet for his Soul on the Willie Geist Show.
Spain via Mojo in Britannia.
The year is 1540 and, Willie Geist, “it’s true, Lee Treviño did had a swing”, ask Happy Gilmore, Treviño was all the Rage at Rosa’s Cantina ; as a matter of fact it was Lee’s pony that got snatched by the illegitimate second-great grand father of Francisco de Coronado… “the most philosophical from Salamanca”.
Core Civic euphemisms and children for free.
Telemundo be Damned, here comes Univision.
French Roast
And JR, this is what Eye was talking about, and it is definetly knot [fo’sure] about your inflatable street-canvas-cavern popping up at a place that Öüï like to refer to as « Clochard Central », it’s about the NEPOTISM that the other side of that pseudo-rock portal shows once the traveler pops his or her head en TECATE, BC….
https ://www .radiofrance .fr /club-jazzafip /hommage-a-sonny-rollins
Over on the other side, SONNY ROLLINS sends this message to that guy from Daft Punk, or the half-wit of that duo : if you whistle, or do the sax for that matter don’t eat PINOLE de maíz because fo’sure you will blow it, just look at what happened to Paul on last night’s Marjolaine Portier-Kaltenbach show, it’s all there on the link that france musique posted on the interwebs, it’s really CAKE for THE MASAS, so let them hear jazz and 🌬️… don’t blow it 💥
and JR, this is what little ol’i tried to relay to MARIANNE at the préfecture de Cité (2012-2015), becuase the incursion into France was not to see the sites or to delight myself with those ‘vernissages’ and all of the BIUTIFUL people of Paname in the mix, but rather, Stephanie MENOU, to see on what post the “academicos” mexicanos en La Sorbone, Sciences Po…or—at that place where administrators are forged, would end up at.
https://www .proceso .com .mx /2026/5/27 /andy-lopez-beltran-does-not-have-a-profesional-university-degree-pero-busca-diputacion-federal-en-2027
There was a time when some of those Mexican “students” at the EHESS¹ would highlight the fact that the wife of “ANDY’s” dad knew how to read and the wife of the then president of Mexico, un tal Enrique Peña Nieto didn’t (apparently!!!)… https ://information .tv5monde .com /angelica-rivera-itineraire-dune-actrice-devenue-premiere-dame-du-mexique-
« C’est vrai, (Stephen « Juif nazi » Miller), vous n’êtes pas du Texas », mais le connard infirme du manoir du gouverneur à Austin adore la façon dont vous pissez sur les cendres de votre tribu dans n’importe quel camp de concentration 🚞 🧬.
Ce n’est pas moi… Le Verseau porte l’Eau, mais Öüï a El Viento 🌬️ à sa faveur.
https://www.sacurrent.com/stephen-miller-calls-talarico-transgender-democratic-party-fires-back-shut-up-you-ugly-fk/
… next on Everybody loves Monty-rey.
It’s 3 a.m. in NYC, 9h in Paris and, Katty Kay, midnight in Tarzana ; where The Birth of Nation is getting a face-lift via AI and at-a-miserable cost of $2000 U.S. and no white people in it, only Ones and Zeros like in The Matrix.
Biutiful
³~. Just like Alejandro González Iñárritu but for different motivations and literally, without the commercial ‘breaks’ and or “exercises” (Wood, 79) pero sí, Eye wanted to see what México looked like without Mí “from the outside” and for my Mexicanidad, Öüï was of course blacklisted and ostracized (a reciprocal ‘perla’ if you know who MABM in Spain is) by a bunch (lot, if your name is in BAFTA listings) who wear flowery scarfs during heatwaves and throw around highbrow words such as —altérité, justice and dignité.
Up next:
🎶🎶 Fundación Slim invita las Tecates.
It’s not about fear or prejudice, it’s more about a “personal [fucking] note, the level of insecurity is very high in Mexico and to live in Mexico with two children was becoming very hard…”, to live inside of Alejandro González Iñárritu’s ranch of idiosyncrasies and 21 Grams.
Page144 of THE FABER BOOK of MEXICAN CINEMA
Reaganism
Y Tu Mamá También : under the purple 🟣 blossoms of Tomás “el Corbillón” secret garden , any 🦉 hoot, Marjolena Kalten-porten Bachbulbs, what Eye wants to know if that Californian on your cabin has casted his vote for the Governor’s Race in Cucamonga? Well has he?
https ://www .radiofrance .fr / club-jazzafip /le-swing-cheville-au-corps-d-anthony-wilson
Now on to other things in Tommy’s plantation grounds at Sunset, where youse not going to believe who’s coming for dinner? That’s right mister Amore’s Perros, doña Sortilegios who just happened to be waiting for someone to open that little FABER book of, —selon Sean Penn, “wetbacks” in Hollywood, and find out that Clint Eastwood ain’t even from San Francisco and he did (that dirty bastard) snatch that heart that the other birthday-boy³ left near Carmel by the coast.
Magical Mystery Whistle… damn-it! Who gave Paul pinole⁸ before the Whistle #Tag?!?
³~. Tony Bennett.
Meanwhile at Clochard Central… in or around Paris, Texas, temperatures were “above” average at The Atlantic, where fags are smoked.
Make América Great Again.
It’s la CINÉTOSE de Slim… y la de IÑARRI-tu mamá también.
I ( Armando Segovia) cannot believe this negro, seriously!!! In this heat, mister Alejandro González Iñárritu is going to complete a full-circle with the Truffaut cinéma librairie… pinche negro.
Baby You Can Ride My Drones
… up next, “The CURE” in France, followed by Softball with Dylan in Durango…
So, E.G. Jr., what is, the definition of an “american”?
Up next, los hijos de Ronald Reagan and the Evil Empire.
And Donnie Deutsch, I’m gonna’ brand you back to 1876 and have Professor Meachum wait on 1872 and his better Cherubs, behold Jew :
The Bridge (1962) Sonny Rollins… ol’Night long.
And JR., Saint-Denis (93100) says, “nigga please!”.
Meanwhile at La Courneuve, the Somme of all fuck-ups is that Deputy Rufin, a sort-ah/kind-of diputado in France not a sheriff in El Paso, didn’t ask Mí to review his BD, which is a book with monitos as media printed on its pages.
Never mind Clara’s eyes… I Can See For Miles and Carry Rollins Along.
… and Marjolaine Portier-Kaltenbach, get out of town! And here is why, because it’s gonna be hot, hot, hot—so wadda’Ewe say Öüï head on over to El Pueblito Mexicano³, just across that West Texas Town of El Paso, where Maru Campos is opening el corral para los “americanos”.
Page Tú… the Stewart in the nEwes.
³~. El Pueblito Mexicano, or “el pueblito” was a comercial center in front of a French-style discothèque named “Electrik Qiu”, Senator Corral used to have his constituents office there ; sources close to “El Víc” Quintana relay that Senator Corral chose this strategic location because he could look out of his Congressional window and see French catrina’s at the disco, except that instead of dressing up like garbanceras from Posadas’ time, these catrina’s wore Benetton and neon colors at night.
Further On Down The Road 🛣️ en chilagolandia, Claudia is geopolitically flexing her labia with some European-types including Ursula von der Leyen and some guy named Antonio Costa in order to by-pass esos pinches estadounidenses y sus tarifas de tripas.
In Local Sports : it’s la rue Clisson and Château de Rentiers en San Anton’ 🤠.
³~. Issy-Sonia-Carneiro, oui, güi, we… you remind me of the first Mexican that i (Armando Segovia) met in France, not in Paris but way down south, any 🦉 hoot Sonia Cabrona, in hindsight it’s true that my miserable eyes have learned and ‘discovered’ many wonderful things in « La France » but like i told your doppelganger à Montpellier one generation ago :
Corral means -patio trasero ; and Sonia Carneiro, the reason why i was granted the Carte Compétences et Talents in L.A. (Dec. 2010) was because i promised not to review La France using Jorge Saldaña’s ‘French Civilisation ass-licking Style’ (for context see Mel Brooks take on Robin Hood and his greeny tights) or, for those who know where the Pont Neuf’s conditioning is at during the 2026 Spring/Summer Nuit Blanche, in the time-lapse style of the Associated Press advertorial 🪨 sales department page 📜.
_ so, Whit[e] Sunday in mind, i knew back in 2008 that France was going to be gradually mexicanized, not turn into México, but sure-as-fuck “aromatisé” like that disgusting Desperados™ tequila/beer booze brand… and if you don’t believe Mí, ask any French crime news producer or any in the rotation of ministers of the INTERIOR at Court Saint-Émilion, but KNOT-to-They because today is Whit[e] Monday and Jesus’ real 🕊️ dad (not his legal 🔨 one🪚) is on an extended-pont férié with all of the gang of derelicts and bums that spread the “good news” to unrepentant goy-haters in Judea, Galilée, and to the motherfuckers clochards near la Samaritaine.
Issy-three-is a magic number.
Pork Rind and Reichs.
Shalom, motherfucker, 🐷 oink 🐖 oink and all that Jazz.