Anyhow, Madame Mayor Anne Hidalgo, Socialist-Fr., the following is a LEADING QUESTION:
—Do you, Madame Mayor, support RAPE, or any other sort of micro-agressions, especially when these involve retribution for Politically Charged DIALOGUE?
Because if you don’t, Madame Mayor, then perhaps you should grant me, armando segovia, an audience, before things really-really derail and then BFM TV wonders how “the situation room” at Emmaüs got so out of control.
It should go without having to mention, IT!, but unless you [the non-reader of this blog] are in on the joke, like Willie Geist’s ophthalmologist is, then the fact that don Pablo Bartolomé was a Segovian by birth¹, should precipitate what follows in the next segment of my exclusive coverage of a lienzo that Öüï likes to call:
And in the role of Laura d’América, el tipo este: Antonio Banderas.
And you know, Roger, I too sketch the portraits of French presidents, the difference is that you and I do different things, por ejemplo, Mr. Pérez, this portrait is that of President François Holland, with the added CONTEXT of his then Minister of The Economy and current General Manger of the Paris All-Star at Vincennes’ First 150 Anniversary of La Commune. 🗣 93D326FC-8449-459D-BB32-1E161E3FEC29 🎨 From what i gathered from our exchanges over the past 4-years, 2 since i began to notice your portfolio of faces from the homeless, and the down-and-out on the street (two separate castes in the French system) is that you, “paint people from the street, as well as the portraits of the Presidents of La France”, my response is —so What? —What is the context? —Are you romanticizing the misery on the streets?
Armand, at le Thèâtre de Vampires, already registered that coven (punto y coma) so let’s transliterate the subject to the following:
¹.-)~ Or so he [don Pablo Bartolomé] told me when he first read my name on the list of SDF’s accredited to enter a very exclusive place in the heart of Châtelet where it should go without mentioning, Evry body knows your name.
Hoy no hubo Jazz. And, it should go without mention, that “I feel fine”, period
Key word here is “foreign legions”, not local why-no’s.
The Revolution Will Not Be Brought To Ewe by The American Priest at Saint–Estauche!
and You must remember this, i did mention 4 days agothat THAT ship was approaching; i’d draw you a picture of “the 1690’s projects”, Joy-Anne Reid, but i am too damn tired and besides, true-to-form the street wasted no time in letting me know that MADAME HIDALGO is happy to look the other way… let’s see what happens in another 4 days, Pablito.
1971… Öüï don’t needs know stinkin’ badges, like the Détente (C’mon Tennessee 💉🦠🧫, support National Vaccine[s] Day!).
🎶 ¡ Qué alegría cuando me dijeron, Vamos a La Casa del Segnor ❗️…
… and in Washington, well how’bout them there Padres, San Diego! You made Mika blush and give a damn about the game. But enough about the road to Escondido because Donald Rumsfeld died and boï❗️has it been an awkward novena for the former Bush communicator (Nicolle Wallace) now that President Biden decided to pull the cord on THOSE WELFARE QUEENS* in Afghanistan, eh!
* Welfare Queens is a pejorative term used to describe the Industrial Military Complex that “Rumi” built in Afghanistan, while following the trail of a Fake Mushroom Cloud that did not exist in Irak.
Eye personally can’t WAIT for those Afghan Wings to make their way back to the FESTIVAL SCENE, since you, FRANCE, wish to play this game:
Now, Willie Geist, thesmell of French Graf in reel time is in the Air. Literally. This brings back memories like the time that little ol’Eye captured James Bond on La Rue de Chevrolet, o algo así, muy próxima a la BnF. Here’s the ref., should you think that the Monkees are here to take the Last Train to Clarksville, or Tennessee.
On a personal note, Marianne, i am beginning to understand why, « la vierge européenne, qui rit toujours » (Détente, nº 2600 of CNEWS) was mutilated, decapitated, her heart torn out from her, and maybe —although there is no proof of it— raped in the process. But hey! At least PAU-Jeuris (infirmière a Marseille sent to CHINA in the role of Marie-Amandine) was beatified by the same pope in Rome who protected rapists. —_*!*_— And, Matt Damon (fuck you too! Gooooo, PSG) you cannot type the irony fast enough to dry the tears flowing from this here two eyes.
In Paris, Macron (like Biden) no canta tan mal las rancheras, just ask the Generals à le Sahel del Mundo de Le Monde. And in Cannes, Fucking Matt Damon just outed himself as an Olympic de Marseille hooligan exiled on Main Street…
_ ya están, pisando nuestros pies—su umbral en Jerusalén 🎶🎶🎶 Still to come, Les Confucius Vertes. — AND YOU ARE NOT FOOLING ANYONE, Gov. Schwarzenegger. The big forearm gave you away, AhNold. And please, Governor, stop listening to NOFX.
“how do Ewe, like them apples ❓” Coco the g.o.a.t. ‼️ I know that Juanita Bonita and PM Joy know how to get to Mexico faster than Senator Ted Cruz from Texas.
And, Loss of Signal… Eye M. Groot! — Upon hearing that her doppelgänger² at Live From New York, [was about to get sacked, digitalized and Sold as Limited Edition “meme”] the most famous French in his story reached out to her new beau, a young Buck called Groot, (a handsome SumBitch) to say thanks for the laughs. On a serious note: Cathy Anne… Eye is in love with you.
².) Dangling participle courtesy of the Independent Nation-Island of SAMOA on the Rachel Maddow Show... Aussie, follows.
* Knot to be confused with a panhandler, eh! And Claire McCaskill, let the record show that the representation of Cecily Strong in the role of Catherine Deneuve is by an anonymous artist, Groot comes courtesy of La Mairie de Paris.
Later in the programming, it’s another edition of RUN, Pesquet! 👨🏻🚀 RUN Motherfucker 🏌🏻♂️ it’s Sports They à FIP, —in Rome… and « CONSTANTINE » is at the plate; de Algeciras a Estambul on page 15 of N° 2590 of CNewsMatin, Defendente Génolini HIJACKS the inning demanding that MLB release the Broadcast to Belarus 🛰
The letter K in baseball denotes a strike, un abanicó en Castellano et, KENTUCKY Fried Chicken at The Pershing Memorial Baseball Field à Vincennes.
After the break, at the Bottom of the Second, Dario Moreno takes the Left Field and plots the Revolt of Hercules with Serge Gainsbourg, or something like that, but Eye wouldn’t know… it’s in GREEK, but i used to be a fan of El Pancracio, and i know that André The Giant agrees with Mí when we watch Gory Guerrero in one of his first battles of Lucha Libre [en la colonia Roma], here below is the great Gory against Ciudad Juarez’ native, El Vikingo.
And BARATUNDE’s love of The Police aside, be adviced that Steve Kaplowitz at El Paso Inc. is the only sheep worth saving in that Old West Texas radio Station: The “Q“.
IN WASHINGTON, Mars mom was hypnotized by Shannon Pettypiece into believing that she is the Lead Singer of FAITH NO MORE… Mike Patton is knot amused… especially when you consider that in her off-time Shannon is a satellite for the CLAP underground from Paris… [S]it–repandSirenebullshit relay that a knock-off of Le Parisien CLAP began to appear in Australia, aussi… a bunch of old Jewish SDF’s from Le Kremlin-Bicêtre took the CLAP Down-under after the Parisian cops raided the Villejuif Underground… those motherfuckers.
And just to put a Cherry on Claire McCaskill’s vanilla cake U Think U are Falling 2 pie•ces
In Babylon 2, Mayor DiBlasio is re-interpreting Cri-Cri for gringos at The AP. Nicolle Wallace was last seen going through her Texas librarians rolodex, the pundit is trying to get a head-start with the lyrics of “Caminito de la escuela”.
And Mika… LEAVE CUBA ALONEEEEE!… And Adam, don’t Öüï all have a little of Genesis en tous? After all, Willie Geist will tell y’all that Öüï is nothing but neutrons, electrons, protons and some, even have a little neutrino in them, Trou Story. Ask André, he’ll tell ya’… AND COUSIN JOE, Stop It, nobody likes John Wayne before breakfast and especially, knot before a Siesta.
Like Ice-T, Eye can’t predict the future, but Öüï know that if youse add Long Island in the mix it’s going to be a Hit, WAIT JERRY, scratch D.A.T. — It’s GOLD JERRY! Au!!!
Aussi… please relay to the Big Case that Öüï loves Ale, many many Ale… 🏌🏻♂️
What’s the matter, AP Lemire, Emily didn’t fit into your perfect “cookie-cutter” mold? What are you, but most important, Jonathan, WHO IS Running that boat over at The ASSOCIATED PRESS, the Mexican Foreign Service (unesco 2016) or, just your regular TEENY–boppingVOUGE honcho (Conde Nast Publishing/Alexi McCammond 2021)?
And AP Lemire, “talk about that” on the Nicolle Wallace show, bring Claire McCaskill along because as she often Says, and Eye quotes for youse all: the water is fine.
¥’a££ know that the devil is a bitch, Right? And her name is Mick Jagger and Keith Richards followed.
Así perdió Europa… Eye means, Öüï does not, we repeat, does KnOt want to draw a line in the sand, but Reid all About It! Adela reshuffled the deck and Lo-and-Behold… 🌬🎶 pasa ligera, la maldita Pima Vera sin pensarlo la Prima Pappa takes Vera at the Pass and holy shit, La Prima Pappa takes the Grand Prix de las 🏎 24 Horas 🚘 con Jacobo Zabludowski.
Context on AI [place holder] follows… in the mean while Öüï hopes that the Unesco helmet is comprehensive enough to talk about how them huevos ortodoxos and that watermelon got on the photo widget of the “aiFon”.
Anyhow Cerf-panthère, never mind the sports section that follows, have a seat and disregard the “gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields” on your (Nº 3624) Friday National Edition, instead let’s focus on what the afro-sporting 36-year old woman on page 3 has to say about chance encounters with the Law and let’s overlap that scene with what the Mexican president is saying about diffamation.