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Hey, Apolline de Malherbe let’s go to Mexico

De Pachuca a Birmingham… context for Patrick Sébastien (in between the snapshots) follows… but first, i must finish what Eye started on the 13th of The Running Month (man) which is to finish our excursion into the Louvre, indeed Cousin Joe, in•Deed motherfucker 🫰🏼 I must take Avi Velshi to the Louvre and perhaps you’ll get to see the parallelism of the production, I mean it sure seems to Mí that the MSNOW crew at Times Square is lagging behind our “Revolution” theme. Any 🦉 hoot, Avi Velshi, —🎶 well alright, alright, all right 👍🏼!

 

Time now 10h08 in CET [context follows] and Peter Baker it’s 15 hundred hours in Central Europe Time now, please give Jim VandeHei my regards respecting his forgivness towards Cousin Joe’s constant reminder of what a shitty person (allegedly) VandeHei was towards Scarborough’s mormon-ranting ass. Anyhow, Peter Baker, I would love nothing more than to cover the issue of babies being torn out of thier mother’s arms and children being rescued by child molestors in CHICAGO-not-to-MENTION the child trafficking happening under DONALD JOHN TRUMP’s Rolex watch in the U.S.A., but as “the amigos” of Alicia Leos in Paris, France, used to say back in the anti-Peña Nieto days (2011-2017) :

Chap. II – Havana to Veracruz — Veracruz to Mexico… not to be taquin en Francés ni mucho menos facetious en Inglés, Alicia Leos, pero el hecho que al navío en el que don Burnett Tylor surcó lo bautizaran con “jota” y no con una “equis” eso! eso sí que es una chica~nada… mira que ponerle « mejico » al barco. En fin cuenta el explorador en la página número 15 that “[A]mong our fellow-passengers  were a company of fifth-rate comedians, going to Merida by way of Sisal. There was nothing interesting about them. Theatrical people and green-room slang vary but little over the whole CIVILIZED WORLD”.

[The] Mexicans who go to the United States are not like the Mexicans who come to France

Talía Olvera to Leo Orellana (2013) Maison de l’Amérique latine, Paris, Saint Germain-des-Prés.

 

so no, in this section of the blog I am not going to put the reflectors on the Mexicans who paid (through thier remittences) for Mexican Students to come to France and allow all of them CONACYT recipients to “theoretically” pretend that they are THE LAST MADELINE de Proust. I will however recommend to the French entertainer, Patrick Sèbastien, to do like David Olusoga’s “merchants” in the City of London and send « middle-class Frenchman » to Mexico to take all of thier mariachi sombreros and margaritas and complement “the curious Aztec Picture-writing, known as the Codex Telleriano-Remenensis,” which according to Edward Burnett Tylor² (in 1856) was « preserved » in the Royal Library of Paris… or some BnF³ like that.

³~. Bibliothèque national de France
²~. Appedix II, “On the Solar Eclipses of 1476, 1496, 1507, and 1510 recorded in the Le Tellier MS”, p. 332 of the Collected Works of Edward Burnett Tylor’s “Anahuac

Would you like me, Alicia Leos, to explain it to you again from the top? Ni pies ni cabeza, Alicia. It’s a phenomenological thing so ask John Mill Ackerman to refresh that pasión that you once had.

La marcha de Edward Burnett Tylor — Anáhuac II

For the record Avi Velshi (sorry if i continue to miswrite your name) please be advised that Reddit continues to be “the front page of the internet” and, just to rub this on The Huffington Post, The Daily Beast, Buzzfeed (in that order) and, all of the prestigious news wires at Grand Boulevard and Bonne Nouvelles in Paris (casi esquina con Levallois and Issy-les-Moulineaux)…

This Space for Rent. Chayote³ need not apply.

 

_ please be aware that just like Wikipedia was, in the first decade of the Third Millenium for doctorate candidates all over the world, Reddit is the dirty-little secret where every motherfucker like you (news person) goes to see which way the wind blows… if you catch my drift.

Chayote, or squash by any other name.
(Popular Mexican vernacular) A bribe that a government office gives to a journalist or a media outlet to induce them to report according to its convenience; a bribe : Have you listened to the hogwash that Georgina Moreno of morena~francia spills on her Facebook page, nice chayote de la “heroica” Embajada de México en Francia if you can get it.

 

https ://dem .colmex .mx /Ver /chayote 

Any hoot, back to yesterday’s march in Mexico City and Burnett Tylor’s excursion into Mexico in 1856, which Avi Velshi might be wondering what this has to do with Venezuela! Nothing Basil ∴ Smikle, nothing except for what Burnett Tylor thought that Mexico should become and, if you followed Reddit yesterday then you know EXACTLY what yesterday’s manifestation in Mexico City and Burnett Tylor’s exploration into Mexico in 1856 has to do with Venezuela… but then you would have to start in CUBA and you know that Avi Velshi is not from Havana³.

³~. That there is a Blazing Saddles reference, ~Carolina Munoz.

When I’m 64… Vera, Chuck and, Dave, can go fuck themselves.

Now in addition to the aforemention relation between the “Gen Z manifestation” and « Anáhuac I » with Venezuela, I too must remind the good people of morena-francia that El Gran Señor Zopilote noted in advance how the Mexican youth was overwhelmed by both the GERIATRIC MILLENIALS and the OK BOOMERS of the extreme right ; so Avi Velshi, knowing how Georgina Moreno is going to be spewing her CHAYOTE acid-puke reflux on Facebook about yesterday’s manif and, “Not To Be Repetitive…” I not only told you so but I also inserted neat little Redditors snapshots for visual aids about “El Yunque” and “The Opus Dei”.

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Hoy por ser Día de La Raza… Cervantes follows

En un lugar de Montreuil, de cuya calle no quiero acordarme, o algo así en La Mancha 🫟 Urbana de Hidalgo y Pécresse.

Tan Credo tu credo.

 

Lo sospeche desde un principio … “everyone is gay³”.

³~. All Apologies. Nirvana

Eye wished i, was like Ewe… easily a muse.

 

En fin Avi Velshi, are you still hung-up on all of that George Orwell stuff?  The Anarchist Cookbook is where it’s at, although using the word “reactionary” is such dirty word with the people of La Sorbonne, or her United Statesian cousins at the CUNY or, that “animal house” called Columbia University. At least it was in the teen-years of the Third Millenium, or the year 2000 if you are a fucking Mormon.

Predator : Badlands… Science is the pray, not the hunter.

 

Any 🦉 hoot, Avi Velshi, if you are wondering why the Barbary Pirates are not taking advantage of the breakdown of The Federalists Papers and Madisonian Democracy with a dirty bomb 💣, it is because as Napoléon Buena-parte said :

First they came for the crazy ducks, then stuttering pigs were erased from His-story, and then off-course in Albuquerque, New Mexico, the 👯‍♀️ motherfucking 👯‍♂️ bunnies.

“never interrupt your INFIDEL enemy…” while The UNITED STATES of America is making an entire Encyclopedia Británica of mistakes.

Intermission at the polls

French kiss:

Just like seeing her the first time-again

… For the record, if you know how to play the xylophone, meet me at Issy-les-Moulineaux… take heed to Thomas Courbillon and that bitch on the microphone. I don’t have a life because of France, but Katie Phang is right, people should shut the fuck up, unless DAY HAVE A JOB.

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I jerked-off last night, so whatever happens tonight mister Macron, the next five years are going to be… Let’s switch it over to a comedian who wants to get paid before HE ANSWERS TO good WILL SMITH.

Fuck You,  and God bless Charles Manson.

We now return to our coverage of The Wacky Big Rigged Races

We last left our heroine, Penelope Pitstop (and her Tiny groom) celebrating their new union, when asked for comment on why she is not competing (in reel—time) for the top position at The House, as she “drove from Paris to the Amsterdam Hilton,” Penelope replied that she was too busy thinking about “eating chocolate cake in a bag” in Vienna, —or some Opéra house like that!

And in the role of Tank Commander, Sgt. Blast, is Willie Geist. Congressman Scarborough is Private Meekly, the driver on this track.

… [A]nd in the role of Penelope Pitstop:
Alexandria Ocasio–Cortéz
U.S. Representative
(N.Y.C. 14th Arrondissement
“the purple block”)

Meanwhile back at The Pharm…

https ://thehill .com /policy /healthcare /530695 –pfizer-says-no-covid-vaccine-production-problems-or-shipment-delays

The “Mean Machine” managed to successfully compromise the logistical distribution manifest by 900 K serum units, leaving the rest of the racers out of gas in “the middle of the road” (to be continued)… al Azar, la Ocasió(n) no debe desperdiciarse, Congresswoman.

The big hat of Richard Dastardly is being filled by Avi Velshi* while the fleas on Muttley are being fed by Jimmy Fallon (of The Tonight Show fame).

* Avi Velshi is a man of many hats, Fallon only has one laugh in his repertoire and a single shimmy dance.

Over at The Defense track…

The Army Surplus Special remains bound by the Uniform Code of Military Justice therefore, Sgt. Blast and his driver private Joe (of Morning Joe fame) remain committed to the Outgoing Administration (nº45), and so our favorite Frankenstein tanker is protecting Dixieland bronze-age heroes instead of delivering “boobies-friendly” body armor for American FEMBOTS on the frontline.

… jump to page 34 on “20 Seconds”, via 20 minutes for today’s question of the THEY, what keeps you up on Way Too Early?

Oh, the Irony —Chad

Alicia Menendez reports from Jacob’s St.

Angel Eyes

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Vaya, vaya, Bhaaa–íah, Eye does not want to spoil, IT!, to El Paso County Judge, Ricardo Samaniego… but did you sir, really think that Bill Sanders, and the Consejo  Empresarial de Santa Teresa Hotel and Casino would allow the KLAQ Crowd to stop selling “tamales” to La Migra (emigrantes if youse a “humble” Tigres del Norte fan) all Along The Watchtowers of Mesa Blvd. and Paisano Drive?… hasta parece que usted, señor, haven’t had your Chicos Tacos since you were voted into the Gavel Swinging Bigotones club de Barnett–Harley Davidson on I-10 East… casi esquina con Geronimo, Jérôme. Gooooo, Miners!

En•Spirit

En•Spirit, pues… Alicia Menendez, just so them D.A.R.E. dang-on Seminoles en La Florida, pues, entiendan la puta nota .:. 7C201BB0-D70B-4F34-92CB-784F4F6237E5 🛶

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Good morning, Riser… STOP THE PRESSES!!!

Avi Velshi is bringing back the ERIC CANTONA look… oh, the balls on The Velshi to start his Sunday show with a lifted sports blazer collar. This can only mean that the next time that the powers “that be” shoot non-lethal bullets to the feet of Avi Velshi, our international spy master will proceed with the appropriate response, which of course it–is Flying-TACOS (cleats) to the face.

Now, Alicia Menendez, don’t go throwing actual Tacos to belligerent assholes, “Tacos” in this particular exercise are protrusions on the S.O.U.L. of a shoe… is IT!, any wonder that a synonym for cleats, is S.T.U.D… only if you are a fan of 1950’s pulp fiction D.C. Comix-es-es. ¡Ese!

L'engagement

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Las Fuentes de doña Popoff*:

Solitario Charles de Gaulle

*pronounced with a Cuban accent.

Hey, Lenard… what’s up nigga!

So, A.M. Joy suits you all up an makes you look all dapper looking and all of a sudden you got a point to motherfucking make!

If Eye was a Pimp

If Eye was a nigga … wait for it, WAIT.

Nigga, it better be a recollection. Eye is going to take a nap now, wake up–then masturbate (to clear the pipes) and Eye Will Be Listening to your rap, nigga. So, sleep tight (motherfucker), because it’s just Nine o’Clock in New York, New York… at the Paris underground (Sir) it’s 3 in Tha Mow’r–ning.

It’s Two o’Clock, in Central Europe Time.

First, the News.

As the United States quickly approaches another milestone, the 100,000 deaths from the COVID–19 pandemic, Donald John Trump, the 45th President of The United States spent part of Saturday playing golf in Virginia, while the “merchants of doubt*” begin to cue the MAGA cult about fake Coronavirus deaths… or something like that.

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Oh, hey Jack Dorsey, you French bobo-looking sonofavitch! Happy Memorial Day Weekend. You know what the good thing about this most non–consequential blog is? Of course you don’t, —motherfucker— because the fip Sirens don’t read this blog,

[hey Suzy, my heart still belongs to you even if you went ahead and cut MONTY Alexander on the third copla of Bob Marley’s “Stir it up” last night before the start of Club Jazzàfip… way to Scratch D.A.T. Up! mi negra]

anygüey, Mr. Dorsey (Sir, S.V.P.) Eye was thinking that a most excellent way to spend the Spare Change that Twitter™️ makes from every motherfucking Donald John Trump túit, would be by purchasing THE ENTIRE SECTION “A” of the national newspaper of your choice and print THE Entire “First 100,000” victims of the COVID–19 pandemic and dedicate it to The Entire STAFF (not the workers, but the sycophantic Staff) at The White House.

COME ON, nigga! Think About, IT!… it will be like an “indelible tattoo” for the Administration’s worst FAILURE.

We now return to our regular programming…

Dear, A.M. Velshi… A-Men, nigga!

Deer, Charla Magda “daGad”, pease wait one (motherfucker) while we [the staff, of this here motherfucking blog, which The Breakfast Club is never going to read] give my Nigga Avi Velshi a Bullworth Shoutout: Whoof—WHOOF!

Oh, Hey A.M. Joy... there's a dead hooker in Rick Wilson's armoire

Oh, Hey A.M. Joy… there’s a dead hooker in Rick Wilson’s armoire .::. 2B3E926B-BC28-496D-97A7-DE06F044419E 🦵🏻… but seriously, “that question [about] what makes Black people black,” dice mi negro Larry Lenard, —you know— “that’s a discussion for Black people to have [you know] and a White man is not « qualified » to have D.A.T. [d.a.r.e] discussion,” according to The Breakfast Club co-host, Charlamagne tha God. Hey, Lenard, The Brat Pack called: They Want Their “detention” record BACK!

Indeed sir, ain’t no motherfucker worried about no motherfucking ‘dog fight’ between an SR–71/72 and a MiG–25 Rs when motherfucking Mike Pompeo is trying to have The GodDamned STATE DEPARTMENT do the work of the World Health Organization and motherfucking Donald Trump is musing about restarting the Bikini Atoll program.

Any how, Charla (that D.a.R.e break down of your artistic callsign is an OUTFRONT translation to the CHAT that you had with Erin Burnett on “the” CNN’s; for the The French Urban dictionary record a ‘chat’ is also a pussy… CAT), you can’t have it both GüEyS, mi negro.

Let’s Play Some —Motherfucking— Jazz
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Deer, Joshua Johnson… “do you mind, not being a Mowtor?”

p. 426: Il faut aller à Dieu par l’Eglise?
PENSÉES de Pascal

Now, Mr. Tha God, before Eye spend the remaing part of the night (here in Central NATO Times) deconstructing your post-Biden interview, be advised that this, motherfucker, is your second strike. What Eye means to say is that you, Sir, are the same sonofavitch that questioned Senator Harris (D–CA) about being black enough to listen to the Digital Underground, or Tupac, or even Diddy… ‘member D.A.T. Lenard?

Biden's Bottom Bitch

Tha God .::. 93CAB4B3-C4E8-44AF-B2FE-3FF2600DA1BA 🐝 Biden’s Bottom Bitch.

And, before my Nigga, Eddie Gloude Jr., professor [one–each] gets his boxers up in a bunch, and by boxers Eye means his canine companions, not the motherfucking speedos that he wears, don’t you pull no Cotton-Picking-Picker angle on Mí, because contrary to all the motherfuckers at South Central (in El Lay) Eye actually knows what it’s like to pick cotton under the burning sun; granted, Eye was not a slave, but Eye was a Junior High student  in Durango (MX) in an E.T.A. school turned E.S.T., and Eye did not get paid for every KILO pizcado, but Eye did get an “A” for a final grade in Agricultura, so unless you know what bending your back to fill a bale feels like, don’t you go pulling your Cultural Luggage on Mí. TO PUT IT IN MORE CONTEMPORARY TERMS, Lenard, Eye am not a Bracero, and you, Sir, are not a Slave, and, because Eye is most certain that the REVEREND Al Sharpton does not read this most non-consequential blog, you probably can’t begin to comprehend why EVEN though i, armando segovia, was BORN in California (U.S. of A.), Eye am not a Chicano, my Brother, no Sir, —not with Bracero and “wet-back*” blood running through my veins.

* Even though “Aztlán” is ours… do–you–know what Eye’m saying Brother-Man?

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Must show Rick Wilson’s “dead hooker” section of this most non–consequential section of The Motherfucking TEST:

 

One of u.s.

One of u.s. .::. 1A08D1F1-F432-4276-B616-CD7A1D27580B 🛐 What if 💲 Was One Of u.s.