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Deer, Jonathan Martin, enjoy your Cracker Barrel Elite…

Fuck the Israel-USA alliance, pass the biscuits…

And, Jackie Alemany, wait for it—wait, but for the record, please relay to Mika that this 36-hour shit show took but two minutes to write, not counting the auto-correct cockblocks.

Beef motherfucker, that’s for dinner…
y como dijo David Bowie,
“i got Drama, can’t be stolen”

Eslabón por eslabón 🔗

Now, in case your French-ass’ been away from The Equinox at Issy-les-Moulineaux, La Palmier 🌴 es un lugar para NARCOS (wearing Wannabee). Normally, the Mexican dates are reserved for SEPTEMBER, do Ewe Remember, Alicia Leos? Or are you MILES away from Don Porfirio’s place in Paname? However, coming this May, La Tropa Loca de la embajada de México en Longchamps va a incursionar en Don Napo’s III Place.

Aunque usted, no lo crea.

🚂 Railroad tales, again… blame it on The Wall

“So it goes.”

Espontáneo de l’Otan en el ruedo de La Moncloa.

Felicidades a Alicia Leos y la Asociación de la ley francesa de 1901, Gilberto Bosques (París) por ser también, ALCAHUETA³ fundadora del partido de Georgina Moreno en Media 📰 Part.

³~. ALCAHUETE : m. and f. Colloq. Person or thing that serves to conceal what one wants to hide.

En todas partes se tuercen trenes, pero más en España, —al parecer.
Irónicamente, México es el invitado de honor en a un Fandango en Madrid.

 

All the news that twist.

Founding member of the ruling political party in Mexico, Francisco “goose 🪿 step ⚒️” Garduño is rewarded with a very juicy post at the MINISTRY of Education in Mexicolandia virtually 34 months after his “institutional”  MILITARIZED 🔥 INCOMPETENCE scorched 40 detained migrants to the bone in one of AMLO’s trophy prisons (so-called migrant centers), designed to “impress” and quelch Donald Trump’s thirst to toughen-up “the border” in the proximity of that West Texas town of El Paso.

Disculpas para PRIncipiANTES.

https ://en .wikipedia .org /wiki /Ciudad_Juárez_migrant_center_fire

And in the end, Claudia “presidenta” Sheinbaum, your political party turned out to be way worst than Enrique Peña Nieto’s P.R.I., notwithstanding all of the ancient militants of el Partido Revolucionario Institucional who now wear the Morena’s carmesí³ on every motherfucking tie 👔 that they clip-on for them legendary “mañaneras”.

https ://www .facebook .com /story.php?story= PUBLIC APOLOGY FOR THE 67 VICTIMS OF THE CIUDAD JUÁREZ FIRE : A SINCERE APOLOGY OR A LEGAL REQUIREMENT? 

³~. Crimson

Zapantera Rosa, protagonismo solidario y artistas del verbo hartar

Previously on, “Un aguacero, en venganza »

Issy-por-Eso a la izquierda latinoamericana le fue como le fue en L’Argentina, Chile, Honduras y con su chingada madre, también.

https ://www .jornada .com .mx /noticia /2025/12/27 /estados /retrocesos-en-al-por-incompetencia-de-la-izquierda-advierten-especialistas-en-encuentro-de-ezln

Of course, doña Lira Saade at La Jornada, of course que “el sur también existe,” but one has to be French like all of the Internacional en Trocadéro to participate. Take for instace doña Poni en la Maison de l’Amérique latine, puro “pago-en-especie“.

In local news …

https ://www .jornada .com .mx /noticia /2025/12/28 /opinion /los-turistas-en-acapulco-elena-poniatowska

BB has left Saint-Tropez : even Simone de Beauvoir is captivated. “She goes barefoot, deliberately ignores sophisticated clothing, jewelry, perfumes, makeup, all artifice (…) She does what she pleases, and that is what disturbs,” writes the intellectual and leading figure of feminism.

https ://www .internationalesocialiste .org/

Just remembering how “los solidarios” de México and other assorted Spanish-speaking nations tore thier huipiles or jerga hoodies off was a spectacle to see, most amusing was how they self-congratulated themselves after every event, o como dicen Los Amigos Invisibles en Venezula : a masturbation session.

Short story long… ¡Alerta.. Alerta que camina la espada de Bolívar por América Latina!

En conclusión, Georgina Moreno y, morena–francia en general, no es odio lo que siento por ustedes, “los puros”, “los dignos”, “los prestigiosos³”, los … “¡Uy_uy_uy!, pero sí, si siento lo que Brigitte Bardot sentia por la Fiesta Brava al recordar sus cátedras latinoaméricanas (las de ustedes no las de BB) en socialismo y masturbación”. Por cierto, Manuel Ulloa, lo mismo evocan tus sesiones de felación con don Sicilia en la Embajada de México en Longchamp y tambien en la Iglesia de La Madeleine.

³~. “Nos quiere desprestigiar“, recuerdo como me gritaba doña Alicia Leos afuera del hotel Le Meurice durante la visita de Enrique Peña Nieto, entonces presidente de la República Mexicana, —a Paris.

 

John Mill Ackerman y los hijos del quinto partido de la transformación

Víctor Quintana Silveyra… and/or Zeppelin goes here.

In Russia, Putin just told The U.S.A. to go Trump themselves. Know Which Way Is Up.

Esas Perras de Morena nomas en la Casa de Ackerman… al fin “chuchos” del PSUM ✏️

Presente :

Ain’t nobody making things up… this must be the place for Talking Heads en tiempos de putas venezolanas con hambre en La Cuarta Transformación de López Obrador y su esposa la “española” con nombre alemán en La Chingada.

Bring it… I see your wanna be Dre’s, doctor³.

³~. Knot you Poisson, tell your dad to keep his Rottweiler’s at bay from Monterrey. Benjamin Franklin follows while Tommy watches the scene go by.

Tiburón a la vista : Socia°Lista — morena rancia

Deer, Luc Free Log, fuck you and the helicopters that you love. With that in mind, let’s talk shop, our first involuntary guest is La Somme.

For the record what a time to be alive, Representative Ruffin, leave it to the filthy French to have an snap 🫰 election, la Fête de La Musique and, the motherfucking opening ceremony of the Games of the XXXIII Summer Olympics all in the span of one month… and with a shark 🦈 on the loose up and down l’Ille-de-France. That’s fucking impressive, mister Ruffin.

Es que ser no es lo mismo que estar, porque estar viva is just to Be Alive, ¡As opposed to being dead, —eh! Ojo con eso ya que « ser » muy viva is a personal quality of equis persona, it means that the person is very smart and more often than not it juxtaposes on the thresholds of opportunism. Ask Gilberto Bosques en París.

… and mister Ruffin, it’s no coincidence that “el orgullo” del nepotismo de La Maison de La Radio en París, not in Issy, named his new album, “Viva tú”…

Anyhow, Representative Gatel, do you qualify for RSA while the Assembly is out of order, or are you Schiltz out of Luck?

Now, mister Ruffin, —much like the Shark ‘honeymooning-down-by-the-Seine premise, the RSA question might seem a bit asinine, but there have been episodes of sharks venturing onto a river, and if I may recall, there’s a Housekeeper who got elected in recent past, right?

https ://www .assemblee-nationale .fr /dyn /deputes /PA795438

Sure, mister Ruffin, sure… Eye knows that you have that little sardonic magazine and that coffee-making racket you got going with Chuck, or Philippe, or whatever your assistant’s name is, but what about representative Keke? Is she supposed to go back to her “personal services for parti-culeros”?

Bébé Requin—Hardy cover.

Sponsored by RFPP and Juanito Guanabacoa…
morena~Rancia invita

Ask Georgina Moreno or Alicia Leos, mister Ruffin, both are the epitome of double entendre and all things shady in the Public Square of “mamma Marianne” and the backstabbing politics of the Mexican tacos stands (world wide).

Over at the Morjo Show, it’s Summer Movies at The Drive~In, at the silver screen multiplex, it’s “Back to my family” and “Mí and Mrs. Jones”. Mika is not a-mused… no wait, actually she is, her giggles gave her a güey.

Any how, there’s a shark roaming at THEE Canal de Saint-Martin, and I can confirm, that there was a dead guy at the Seine when Bejo was being filming JAWS (in French).

Inside sources under the nº 7 at La Conciergerie on the Right Bank relay that the dead fellow was not floating between two péniches-es—ese, but on the stairway to the Commerce Court at Cité, I know because I was there when the flicks sealed the scene… now say hello to my little Axolotl.

A tale of two speeches — Macron/Obrador

Hoy tampoco hubo Jazz…

The French mono warns that “Europa is mortal,” and while the Mexican chango insists that Freddy Cats “cholos reloaded” are respectful of « el pueblo bueno », as the Tabasco native likes to call his heard.

This curso sucks, which is why, in this section the student will watch Mexican telenovelas in French and eat chayote curado del Valle de México con vino tinto de Montmartre.

… Issy-Jonathan-le Mire, support independent journalism del sindicato de la prensa bonita de SciencesPo y Cité. Send a Euro to Pablo Gleason and his compadres and comadres del mariachi de Paris.

Abrazos no balazos, say no to refried beans 🫘

Any how, we now return to our regular blog-post but not before sending a big shoutout to Jerry DROUOT productions, last time Öüï had waltz this dance was with the music of Les Negresses Vertes, no relation to los Chaparros Inmaduros³.

³~. Enanitos Verdes

Cantares… Alicia Leos re-visited (Enter los muertos³)

³~. Attention CAMP, to They is the last day to submit your Mexican Co-optation CERFA forms for NadieSh’da Mexican They of the Dead.

Aquí en París como en La India y La China, la corrupción es más Soph°IS°tica—duh! — y por eso: Yes, corruption… We Knew This is, is, is, is, si!

… caminante no hay camino, la corrupción en Cité made sure of that.

The Fry Attachment Rate, by François a la patate

LAS CHINCHES DE DOÑA VILMA en PARÍS

Now in the lexico del campo glosario of the BISTRO sphere in Paris, the names of the bricks, like the ideology of the BISTRO clientele’s IDEOLOGY might change, but the physical address stays the same, —unless there’s like a major REGIME change, in which case, the streets, the avenues and of course, its boulevards change the heros and the events.

It used to be the BoBar…
continuing with page 181 of Marie-Ange Schiltz’ “cajonería³“, this is the final paragraph (V) of page 181 and it adapts a little something like this:
Alexander, my dear Alexander, with his uncertain reasoning, jerky speech and thick, almost incomprehensible British accent. English, I think he’s a class act. He used to be a teacher, they say. Alexander scours Paris, I walk a lot. We’ve met several times around Montparnasse.—
End of Page, jump to page 182

 

³~. … not to be confused with “co°jo°nes° because La Bagagerie’s setup is basically a collection of cajones; but yes, baggage is reason for those cajones to be;

Whoooop*, there it is 🍟 FRENCH GIRLS BLOWING TRUMPets:

It’s DINAH thyme 🎺

https ://asegovia3 .com /2017/04/29 /french-girls-blowing-trumpets/

Page 182, La Jornada con y sin chinches, y se adapta así para Primero Mis Huevos y luego, y luego mis Hot Cakes:
So British, he goes the distance. Our surprise explodes joyfully and sincerely on the sidewalk. As always, our interactions end as abruptly as these began. Alexander goes his way, I go mine. We turn and greet each other. We haven’t said a word, and yet I know he’s as pleased as I about this unexpected encounter.
¶1, page 182.

 

https ://asegovia3 .com /2017/04/03 /glosario-y-campo-lexico-spectacles/

*~. Sorry if I dismembered your jingle… got Ketchup?

After the break, it’s The Exorcist, ISSY, your mother sucks Coq at La Maub del Cardenal Elmonje de Lemoine en El Anahuacalli… HOY POR SER, día del reparto de tierras del Tata Cárdenas, te venimos a cantar. Ejido Sies de Octobre, —presente.

It used to be Le Maubert, now it’s just another place to suck Coq. Rumor°Osa calims that the coq is not even French, Kosher or dare EYE say, Halāl! Sources close to Vilma Fuentes en las Tres Puertas de La Maub relay that el gallo is none other than the infamous “GALLITO INGLÉS”, aunque usted no lo crea.

Fuck you, Matt Dæmon! Now that youse in Marseille head over to Nantes³

Not That I Would Do It Again… but if Eye ever did do it A-Gain, Yoya no en°GRAS°hARIA los ejes de tu Carreta. Al fin que Ami, pues a Mí le gusta que suenen, —pa’que los quiero En°Graciados.

³~. You son of a bitch! The Poles are blocking and the grain 🌾 keeps a’Rollin all night long!

Top 🎩 o’The Morning, Mika. And mister Avocado Hass, never mind the Smoke in The Water, it’s all about them mines on the WaWa. Admiral Stradivarius reports.

Thanks, Obama… A-Gain!

 

Across The Seine, King Chuckles III visited the French Assembly Line and word from Bordello is that The King is going to be talking about Ketching-Up with global warming. Lucky for U.S., French journalist Ariane Lavrilleux, I have the right ingredient for this skillet, and that’s Kerry’s 57 Var°i.e.°Ties Ketchup.

And with that, Britannia said farewell to Marianne, it’s ∴ symbolik ∴ of course. The most relevant image from this three-THEY trip came at 15h18 when the king drank red-red wine; fucker got tipsy and then his Highness was forced, precisely at 14h46, to take the tram. Camilla Queen was not a Muse(d). I’d tell Ewe all more about the rosbif/frog affaire…

But first, it’s the exorcism of French Culture and the apostasy of François a Là Patate. Remember now, it’s the XVII Century in France and yesterday was Ground Hog Day!

Continued from page 82… “— Phil!”

The comparison of nuns to traveling Italian acrobats, [or mexican mariachis³] meanwhile, alienated d’Aubignac from church officials. On the last day of his visit, a document circulated, allegedly a letter written by one of the demons. According to d’Aubignac’s own account:

³~. Emphasis on the mariachi is mine.

 

[T]his letter asserted that Madame the duchess of Aiguillon had with her a magician, and though it did not name him it described him well enough that it was easy for all who knew me, or had seen me in Loudun, to realize that it was me.

“— Told you, call me Bronco”

https ://www .google .com /search?q=bill+murray+birthday&rlz=1C1GCEB_enFR1076&oq=bill+murray+birthday&aqs=chrome..69i57j0i19i512l3j0i19i22i30l6.7035j1j1&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8

“— Sorry, Bronco”

The magic that d’Aubignac was accused of performing was in fact a form of disenchantment: THE EXORCISM OF DEMONS THROUGH THE COMPARISON OF SACRED AND PROFANE BODIES³. When d’Aubignac exorcised the corpus of Homeric poetry from the priesthood of scholars, change the scenery to that of the street [MANIFESTATION], and the demon—the author³— vanishes.

³~. Clearly, d’Aubignac was a fan of Ricardo Garibay y su estilo lamentablemente inconfundible para enoblecer lo vulgar.
https ://data .bnf .fr /fr /11904147 /ricardo_garibay/

³~. O mismo un mariachi… pffft!

Warm up your lertover popcorn, Medhi… you ISIRI… are my favorite Devil, next to  Avi Velshi, off-course, but don’t quote Mí on, IT!, because like Lavrilleux, Eye does not like to disclose the sources, it’s not only unbecoming for a journalist, it’s kind of fascist for a POLICE INSTITUTION to demand these. Especialmente, y como TU, Alicia Leos, comprenderás cuando los sapos¹ de la administracion ( HOLLANDE y luego MACRON) eran los de la manifestación.

¹~. Informants if they have a SciencePo connection, snitches if they were GOY.

French police release journalist arrested for reporting on alleged France-Egypt spy operation

Amnesty International’s secretary general Agnes Callamard said: “It is deeply chilling that, almost two years after the revelations that France was allegedly complicit in the extrajudicial executions of hundreds of people in Egypt, it is the journalist who exposed these atrocities that is being targeted, rather than those [Juanito Guanavacoas*] responsible.”

Agence France Presse, vía France 24 . fr

*~. Emphasis from the staff.

If youse just joining the transmission,

Nobody seemed to know Mí, Évry’s body passed Mí by 🖕🏼

 

🥔 🤡 🍟🎈

Évariste Galois, literally a victim of his own success

“This pupil is sometimes obscure in expressing his ideas, but he is intelligent and shows a remarkable spirit of research.”

Hermès was just another figment of Homer’s Imagination.

Galois’ maths instructor at the prepa.

For context, or lack-there-off, please refrain from making one or many logical leaps of this draft as these might just baffle you and then Ewe (that motherfucker) will hold, IT!, against Mí… Issy Alicia Leos, I am looking at Jorge Harmodio.

One more again, I neither select the psycho-history nor the ‘psycho-news’ of the day and I continue to affirm that there is no such thing as a Mexican state called BCS or Baja California Sur, and you can take that to Texcoco, the most imaginary of all of the Aztec states. 

Pycho-history… fast-forward to October, 2014. That’s around the time when the Mexican (chose your favorite injustice) manifestation popularity shifted from Javier Sicilia’s son and “Las Muertas de Juárez” to the mother of all Mexican political manifestations in France: la bendita Noche de Iguala. And here’s the thing about that “siniestro”, I wonder where the different leaders of all of those different groups, which formed their own off-shoot of the Mexican protest scene (again, in France) are right now. I know where at least on of them is at, mister EXCMO. Asvazourian, as for the rest you might ask, mister Ambassador? —Well, let’s just say that Stephanie Menou’s supervisors (all the way up to minister Valls) wanted to make sure that I could not keep up³.

³~. Not that I would do it all over again, but if I had just been a little more “vivo”, I would have followed Pablo Gleason’s advice to join or start-up a Law of 1901 Association in France, —that’s the way you do it, let Mí tell you! Them guys ain’t dumb.

https ://en .wikipedia .org /wiki /Psychohistory _(fictional)

The roots, you ask? I know a guy, wait one… but don’t tell that Abbott fellow, the Cardinals ♦️ won’t appreciate it, but that is only because The Monk keeps insisting that he can double (³√2) The Cube (1) using only a compas 🧭 and a straight edge 📏.

Yup, that there is a synthetic diamond 💎 and it’s time for the 7th-inning stretch.

Jump to los HILOS DE KATE y los mecos de SEAN PENN

https ://www .proceso .com .mx /nacional /2023/9/20 / amlo-se-rendra-a-badiraguato-apres-l-extradition-d-ovidio-guzman

To paraphrase the psychohistory of former President of the U.S.in A., Donald John Trump, but in the voice of the current Mexican president, Andrés Manuel López de la O:

Yoya Hubiera Ya Sol°Uzi°O’nado lo de los 43.

But FIRST, the president has to go and pay his respects to to “el ratón’s” grandmother in BA°Di°RA°Guato de Mota.