Later on DeutschWelle TV: The Shock Doctrine sin CUARÓN

En Contexto…
because a picture without, IT!
got’s no Swing.

DEDICATED TO SAINT PROSPER
Maradona
te manda un Saludo vía Manu Chao

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CNEWS Détente (¡Cabrón!)

D’Angelo is right, and to paraphrase Ari Melber on The peacock Beat, « This ain’t no underground, it’s a basement and YOU have Mí chained to an icon, —Marianne ».

STAY! —_•¡•_— B1B84327-9519-4919-8D77-AC1C5DEA31DB ⌛️
The year is 2011, and before The Year of Mexico in France had it’s first unfortunate encounter with cancellations on the scene de La Seine and engagements were WAS less of a National Mandate or, as in the Case of The Mexican Embassy in France (un berrinche) a tantrum on l’Assemblée National on account of dedicating a Cultural [bi-national] event in the IMAGE of FLORENCE, but KNOT ISRAEL (Vallarta, knot Puerto) i, armando segovia, had the opportunity to take this same picture without the campground enthusiasts’ but with the very rusted chains that Öüï now reconstructs with the aid of a sequence of Emojis… para ‘el personal’, period

In Local news, Utopia56 is opening the Parvis de Madame Hidalgo à le BHV Gardens to all outdoors enthusiasts… more SPecifically the brothers, sisters, and of course, the “the mini me” version of all’them migrants from the Subsaharan regions of mama-africa* who only stopped playing fútbol  [it seems] in order to count sheep, and maybe rest a bit.

* Pintor de santos de alcoba
Si tienes alma en el cuerpo
Por qué al pintar en tus cuadros
Te olvidaste de los negros

 

Angelitos negros lyrics © Editorial Mexicana De Musica Int. S.A. (emmi) ironically written by, “El Hoy BLANCO ».

The whole gang is here, AFP, Reuters, those fuckers whose signals propagate from le Boulevard Aquatic a Balard, casi esquina con el Equinoxe en Issy-Les-yada yada yada

Starring Eddie Mitchell as the original Maverick from The Rockford Files. Because Fuck Johnny Halliday.

Good for Texas, an extension of racism/s/

Deer, Beto:

Check it out, bato, when you get to the bottom of this post please relay to The Rachel Maddow Show, via Nicole Wallace, of course, to jump to page Tú of weekend edition. Ta’güeno güey, o quiere usted que le guise un huevo también?

Be veöüï, veöüï quiet… You might wake up Bjork and then Medhi will have a riot.

Of course you know that the ese between the slash-es-es-esas denotes /sarcasm/. Now Congressman, i don’t know the first “T” about Texas but i know one thing. I know that Medhi Hassan’s Big Texas Brisket lunch is nothing compared to the continuing repercussions of a stomach flu, [this is the reason why i am up right now]… but on a more serious note, like say, Mí (🎶) the Big Texas voting restriction Law that just got voted in the Austin City Limits is a direct reflection of back-handed deals in the court rooms there. Like the political cartoon of April’s fool from El Heraldo de México, it’s all about “el interés”.

Well, what a heck, Medhi, since over on your side of The Atlantic it is still Paul ManaFarty’s birthday, and the fact that i will never get a hired again, i’m gonna do TRMS on the RT set. Witt that in M.I.N.D. “watch this space” and keep an eye out for Waldo.

https ://www .20minutes .fr /lille /1802143-20160308 -tv -florence -cassez -presentera -emission -erreurs -judiciaires

It’s GOOD FRY THEY, y’all… KNOCK, knock.
— WHO is D.A.R.E.?
—Blackie.
—Blackie WHO?
— Check the time at La Gaité Lyrique, right when i got my Tea.

https ://journal .20minutes .fr /data /684 /reader /reader .html# !preferred /0 /package /684 /pub /571 /page /11

Anyhow, Cerf-panthère… no es lo mismo La Cómoda de MARIA BUTINA, que acomódame a Florence Marie Cassez… but Eye get’s what The Serpent on page 8 of Nº 3619 means about playing with a new language… and this, STEPHANIE MENOU, is what your supervisor Bruno and his chain of command could not fucking get in 2011/15, in other words, AT THE TIME, it was not the time to fuck with your beautiful lenguas.

1. … (Context for drawing Monkees follows).

Now about last night’s* strange happening right in front of where i pitched my tent (Check the Camera, Chuck)…

It’s nothing really only a white van with a guy at the driver seat, the peculiarity of the encounter was the skills of whomever imprinted, with the palm of a hand, the distinct accidental shape of a butterfly. A picture was not possible given the menacing face of the dude at the wheel, so take my word for it, it was quite a sight to see on account of the oily imprint on the passenger’s window and the sort of, kind a, looking prism shifting colors of the hospital sign that broke on through that Psycharama.

Message received, en donde quiera se cuecen habas, if you would like that translated to French legalese just ask “the expert”, Florence Marie Cassez.

Hey, Beto: Jump to page Tú, bato.

This Go•Tan Project and Pink Martino support the contents of this ad, period

Background:
Ladies in Gemini, The College of SDF-es, ese/esa— can’t pretend to have a democracy in its meetings if this most consequential blog does not put forth the other option on the ballot. And so, with Henri Salvador in mind:

It’s just a Draft on The Wall, a draft on The Wall, a Draft on The Wall… AND Madame Hidalgo, WITH ALL DUE RESPECT, i don’t Care what the Paris TOURISM Board and The RATP says, few motherfuckers –and I mean, very few motherfuckers— in or around the Ivory Desks at La Sorbonne and other assorted Parisian institutes can make the Plan of your City look as cool as Mí can, few motherfuckers, Mayor Anne (with an “e”), just ask Mayor De Blasio, On Broadway , said a Colombian on the other side of The WALL who identified himself as GABO.

* _please pay attention to the (h)asterisk that will be showing up in a few paragraphs below because the CONTEXT for that spiel, mis Amigos de Valencia and other assorted territories of La Peninsula Ibérica, is DIRECTLY related to what VICE-President Kamala Harris said about hearing ”NO” as an answer. In this context, “the grants” are in no way related to Eddie Grant, or the whiskey brand previously featured as a prop for breakfast.  “The grants” in this context, are actual motherfucking grants awarded for research purposes, and not BOUNTIES on political dissidents like that fellow in a Russian prison that is being tortured right now, as i type this.

Y, Alicia¹ never mind Jane, she’s just a spirit now 🕶 81A8A3F7-C3F8-4884-9714-7BCFC24F92FC 🦋🎷🎶👣 In Paris, IT’S La Nuit de La Solidarite—in Washington IT’S International Women’s Month.

¹ Context may be found in the Venn Diagrams which form the Constellation of the Association Gilberto Bosques–París and Ana Anabitarte’s reportage of Florence Cassez arrival to Paris straight out of a Mexican prison.

Anyhow, back to DiMíTru for President of the college of the SDF:

Isabel Allende supports DiMíTru for President of the College of les Sans Domicile Fixe (punto y coma) and if Isabel Allende doesn’t, then perhaps SHE should consider her priorities, and of course —that bucket of chicken.

BUT FO’ist❗️Reactonary forces from the opposition to DiMíTru’s Campaign for the College of les Sans Domicile Fixe got word a couple of weeks ago, that on the Wall of la rue Jean Lantier (75001):

⚒🛠⚒🛠⚒ ⛲️ B33A72EF-344F-4E45-B2D0-9CF76B036E82 🔫

_la banda del Sr. Ojeda was doing a dance called “à la recherche de La Mula”, o algo así (punto y coma), well motherfuckers, Eye did tell you sons-of-bitches that Eye eats Grants* for breakfast, and mr. Rabbit, i am the one with the official RESEARCH card, even if la banda del Sr. Ojeda at the Prefecture de Police (2015) and at The Servicio Exterior Mexicano (2010-currently active) revoked the badge. With that in mind, i found your fucking MULA, Issy, mis Amigos: It’s a motherfucking Bronco, check it out:

The Best People — Genie Jeannie out of the bottle

… [B]ueno, to be fair, the bottle was more of an Egyptian flower vase, the catch–when–rubbing the side of dicho florero, a French femme named Florence and, in the role of “My Favorite Jeannie”, Lætitia Casta.

Well would you look at D.A.T.

Well would you look at D.A.T. .::. 1A39C695-04B5-4183-934A-4FFDB5E6C8A3 🇫🇷⚖️🇲🇽 Now, S.I.R.E.N.E., if you wish to reference Bubble I and Bubble II, you will have to cross reference the entries for El Instituto Cervantes and Eli Guerra/Julieta Venegas at La Maison de la Amérique latine, and El País de Ana Anabitarte, respectably on the “tags” of this most non–consequential blog.

Now if you are wondering what the UNICEF Goodwill Ambassador (assigned on 9 December 2016) Lætitia Casta is doing on this week’s edition of:

Well, Frank*, Ain’t D.A.T. a motherfucking coincidence D.A.R.E. on that gate? Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t!

https ://asegovia3 .com /2014 /10 /03 /octubre-tenia-que-ser/

One thing that we [the staff] can promise you is that back in October of 2014, and then again at a later date at the gate below the fémina fronting the old Justice Palace —at Cité— was your pretty client’s mug, you may check paragraph 3, which archives that particular instant in REAL TIME, also Aussie at Axios, please relay to Chris Hayes and The Nation that further down that rabbit TRAIL not a rabbit Hole, from paragraphs 22 to 29 they may also reference the arrival of the two lovebirds on don Calderon’s “Johnny Chistos” stinker-toon, which i, armando segovia, chronicled a year later aussi, —fuckers. You are welcome.

https ://asegovia3 .com /2015 /09 /29 /29-de-septiembre-segundo-acto/

* Frank BRETON, Attorney for Mme. Cassez.

https ://www .animalpolitico .com /2014 /10 / florence-cassez-presenta-una-demanda-contra-los-autores-de-su-detencion/

 

Ponte al día

Ponte al día… at the time, in the summer of 2008 i, armando segovia, skipped a meal with the publisher and the rest of the U.T.E.P. summer internship program at a weekly that catered to the Latin American community of Philadelphia and Southern New Jersey, —you know— the kind that are readily available where people gather, like say, a metro station, a nightclub or at a shopping center, anyway, Frank*, the Unicef Goodwill ambassador on the gate above was, at the time [probably] celebrating the very story that I was about to cover. At that particular time I was on my way back to the office, before i left the shack at the International University dorms, i happened to notice on the screen that Ingrid Betancourt had just been released from her captivity in Colombia 🇪🇨 Now, hear me out Frank*, because with the aid of a 1600 cc Kawasaki parked next door, at a hotel’s parking lot, it was quicker for me to hit the Northside, snap a few photos and get a few quotes from the Colombian diaspora regarding the release of Ingrid and be back next to City Hall before anybody noticed that i was in–and-out of the building, you know, because “that’s what reporting is all about” however, Frank*, at that particular time as i was getting off of the highway, i notced that i had missed call coming from the cell phone of the office boss; five minutes later i was informed that Hernán, the publisher, was taking the interns for a snack…or something like D.A.T. .::. 93123D20-4613-4A10-844D-69D76A8A7686 🧮 to be continued.

you will have to tune in to find out.

In the meanwhile, hoy no hubo Deadline, puras piñas, de cualquier manera here’s don Calderon’s comprehensive sketch:

Los ricos también hieden

Señora Vilma Fuentes… misa de cuerpo presente

Les paga su Chingada Madre
y,
la de el escritor Bellefort,
Aussi.

Así de fácil, hasta Yo

Así de fácil, hasta Yo, on the Streets of a French baker’s field. — Les paga John Mill Ackerman y la puta C.N.T.E.

Y que chingue a su madre don Anabitarte, en El País, también… with all due respect to Ana Ana Bo Bana BaNANA na do you get the point? o te dibujo un puto punto, eh?

Now, beefour Eye continues, Jazmin MoElhydin, let mí BEE CRYSTAL CLEAR about one motherfucking thing. The Gleason Clan hates mí because Eye, is everything that reminds A ESOS “mexicanos” en el Extranjero, como es que se bebe tequila, y no las pendejadas de Tequiza®️ en jarrito de Sevres.

Pelotero a “la bola”.

Dear, Bill Maher: fuck you. Love your show, but fuck you. Hugs–n–Kisses in Emoji slang.

Gordo *
and
Gallagher**

* scene where Gordon Sullivan
is mimicked by Cantinflas
is mimicked by ChantalLys,
—who BTW—
plays the role of a repented scientist
who turns to The Greek Theater
at the bottom of Mullholland Dr.
to tell Gallagher, that his,
—[EYE] shit you not S.T.I.N.G.—
motherfucking P.O.£.I.C.E. grandfather
was a true fucking Damn YanKee*

Ladies in Gemini.
Con ustedes…
La Ciudad de las 2 necesidades:
DEATH–n–TAXES;
motherfucker.
Chicago, Chicago.

minus that conservative asshole
who shitted his pants to get out of The NAM,
and who, later in-life,
once he made it to
The Griffith Observatory,
bought Asian teenagers to use them
as C.U.M. buckets.

El maratón de París me la pela. —Yeah i YEAH!, dijo Aquiles Serdán, pipope de las Tierras originarias de Milenio Televisión: ODA AL CER•DO•TADO, who lost his job with Carlitos Puig. MILENIO DIARIO; hacen lo que el PODER en TURNO les O.R.D.E.N.A. granjear en la ordeña de “in-dull-A.G.E.N.C.i.A.S.”

* Gallagher [on the Full–Cast] plays the role
—[Eye] shit you not—
Ana Anabitarte,
of a
Mechanical and SYSTEMS Engineer,
or;
“S.P.A.C.E. J.A.N.I.T.O.R.”, one–each,
on a Mission [Drive] to save the C.O.P. 21,
according to some fucking Peruvian bratt
or,
your  b.a.s.i.c.  Gallo Negro  of the bunch.

Scene iii
Act 999
where ChantalLys asks of Gallagher:
what happened at chez manazO?

… and Gallagher goes: