Complément de Affaire — CERFA n° 13473*01

Good morning Marianne:

Let’s dance,
shall we?

El proceso… context follows. Stick Around!

Shall we start, 3 hours after 4h20 “with the very thought of You”?

… and, Sweetie, wadda’Ya say if we [the staff] start at the beginning, which of course, fucken of course, on Your itinerary is « the last –item– in Line ». Now Baby, You, of all the free—swinging bosoms in the Free World know that “I’m a man of Means by no Means”… and that this situation was brought upon by your man: Brontis à La Préfecture; allow me to recapitulate… because Mari:

”What we’ve got here is failure to communicate”, and understand beteween the two of us what a “Catch–22” starring Jim Carrey looks like.

Así que ahorita que “calienta el sol” aquí en lo que próximamente seran las playas de París, could You believe that the very trade that brought me here is keeping me from filling up a CERFA form?

Yes, indeed—yes indeed. Of course for You to triangulate the paraghraph above with concrete references concerning my case, You—precious darling— of all Icons would have to go back to MY INITIAL REQUEST FOR a French VISA, —because it was from San Bernardino (my birthplace) Baby, from where I opened up that last Stretch of Route 66 to arrive to Your Consulate General satellite in Los Angeles, California in order to request that God-forsaken visa that would allow me —an aspiring journalist— a crack at taking a look at Mexican Corruption from abroad… “oh how i laughed” (internally, and to quote Ziggy, at that moment) when a Consulate Employee asked me: what business does a Californian have, wanting to take a look at Mexican corruption? In her defense, it was in the context of my request, which was a Skill and Talents visa, a sort of LONG TERM immigration MECHANISM that France offers to “developing” countries or something like that., and here you have a U.S. passport holder asking for that sort of “special” and privileged visa.

Long story short, on that initial request i mention a hypothesis that it’s probably similar to the thesis of the current (three times running) and leading Mexican presidential candidate, Andres Manuel López Obrador, regarding his thesis (According to The New Yorker Magazine*) “about the political formation of the Mexican state, in the nineteenth century.”

TimeStamp: on this Dance… “you think that jamming was a thing of the past” Bob Marley— in fip Central Station Time… y lo bueno es de que Francia no tiene un National Public Radio, eh… diez para las 21h20.

… Anygüey, Mari, along those archaic and supposedly “ quiet villages” of the nineteenth century “i put forth the proposition” in so many words that up to 2010 (an emblematic year for Mexicans) the French Civil Code and it’s constitution was a mirror image of how “el godínazgo INSTITUCIONALIZADO” ran things in modern Mexico, but with the particularity of having Washington’s (D.C) interest rammed up the country’s ass and all the way up the so-called “horn of plenty shaped country” neck’s in the YUCATAN PENINSULA… remember, Marianne, what Mafalda found out about THE MAP OF THE WORLD ACTUALLY BEING UP-SIDE DOWN**.

A QUE VOY, regarding the voucher for CREDIT from a BANK OR CREDIT INSTITUTION… or something like that (HAAAAA JAAAA HAAAA)… en voz baja—¡no me hagas reir Marianne!

If your préfecture reviewers at LE 6ème BUREAU à CITÉ wanted me to be able to properly complete A GOD-DAMNED CERFA Form for small entrepreneurs (freelance Journalist) then they should have instructed me back in March of 2011 about « LA PUTA CEDULA PROFESIONAL NECESARIA”, para ejercer como periodista en Francia—INSTEAD OF HAVING ME RUN AROUND THE PARISIAN MEXICAN MUCK— with a “talents et compétences Card”… MARIANNE, “my fickle friend”, You gave me a « carte blanche » to operate and when it turned out that i figured out that the roosting chickens came from Your motherfucking coop—YOU PULLED THE MOTHERFUCKING RUG FROM UNDER ME.


Glosario para Stephanie y Brontis à La Préfecture:

catch-22:
noun
a dilemma or difficult circumstance from which there is no escape because of mutually conflicting or dependent conditions. [Sounds familiar, Ewe’all?].

Jim Carrey:
Actor, painter
… in the role of Truman Burbank, he happens to be the star of the most popular live show in television history. The only problem is, he doesn’t know it!

Vals N° Ocho con Marianne… conduce Pérez Prado

Hola hoy es miércoles 23 de mayo del 2018.
Saludos a mis amigos los colombianos.

Aquél que ignora la historia… don Mauricio, gracias por sacar a flote el tema de los consulados de México, mi amigo “Brontis à la préfecture”,  sabe perfectamente cómo y de que manera (no) sirve ese viejo sistema de palancas. Draconiano contra la crítica del gobierno en turno, y LAMBISCÓN cuando se trata de las elites que siguen saqueando a México… ahí tiene a Moreira en Barcelona en Catalunya, o a Duarte en El Paso, Texas… luego, “si nos dejan” le comentamos sobre lo que usted no quiso decir de “el Bronco”, eh.

Hello, Marianne,

… as for the requirement of having a roof over my head, the most important thing to take into consideration is the context of the topic, and the historical perspective of how I came to navigate a situation that today has me bouncing around the margins of your social fabric.

It was almost 4.9 years ago when your people behind the Desk at a place called La Préfecture de Police, devised a ruse to discourage me from documenting one of the many stratagems that the Enrique Peña Nieto administration deployed in 2013 in order to have a pleasant Year of Mexico in France, during the span of the following 2 years.

Four years and eight month ago, dear, Marianne, your agents took away my credentials to practice journalism, but they could not take my will to continue with my testimony and my passion to document the things that curators of Frida Kahlo try to cover up wiith her works.

… screen–grab might follow.

Last year, however, with the aid of the Latin American rumor mill and, with the finest cadre of coopted “cultural ambassadors” who,—i might add— are in the pockets of the Mexican Foreign Service, managed to momentarily turn my world up-side down, which, compared to what happens to gadflies like me, —on Mexican soil— i guess you could say that having to sleep on the different hostels of your RATP and eating out of your most popular soul kitchens is like, is Like really–really–really: living mi vida loca como si fuera la vie en rose. 

One Step at A Time

So, in lieu of a fixed roof over my head, as required by today’s convocation, i deliver to my good friend, “Brontis à la préfecture,” a ‘beneficiary form’ along with a side dish of ‘social follow-through testimony’ that promises to set my Hands Free; now Brontis, pay attention because you are a central intelligence character inside the pages of my work-in-progress narrative… should you decide to renew my little “pink card”, then you will give feathers to my wings, en revanche, if your superiors response is a “pink slip,” you will instead be webbing them. 

Les promos font La Révolution

Monoprix Revolution of lipsticks, instead of a révolution of ideas, seems to follow.

P.S.: Dear, Marianne, if Brontis can issue “little pink cards” to Mexican federa agents who maimed and tortured for past Mexican presidents, and who now seem to be “double-dipping” as madrinas for the Mexican Embassy in Paris, then you should not have an issue with a “stone inside of one of the shoe” of the Mexican political status quo, —Baby!

TimeStamp: “Mama told me not to come”

Issy, el archivo sigue siendo cotejado por puras sirenas, en CET.

… on Siren Central Time.

I have a feeling that the decision at hand, like 4.8 years ago last time around, has already been made, whatever the outcome is dear, Brontis—this is just a Formality..

TimeNow: 5 to HighNoon. CET.

Once de la mañana—Central Europe Time

Buenos días tengan sus mercedes,
hoy es 22 de mayo del 2018 y,
mañana bailaremos otro vals con Marianne
à la préfecture de Cité.

the great waste at the French Crossroad… context continues to follow, eh!

TimeStamp:
Plastic Hamburger served by a Fantastic Negrito… or some band like that
at Issy-Les-Moulineauxwhere else, eh?

Next Stop: CALEXICO and a road Atlas.

Moving on, it’s 16h22 at fip Central station with, The Left Hand Free, according to Alt-J mean while, in Venezuela, no word yet if Sean Penn has openned up the ‘Vino Tinto’ to celebrate Comandante Chavez  vinotinto’s hand-picked replacement puppet  … perdon—perdón, hand-picked replacment gallo.

In Washington, Kasie DC kind of celebrated the occasion in the best way she knows how, by making yet again, another subliminal fashion statement.

Way to wear that ‘guinda’, K.

In the Words of Stanley Kubrick…

Paranoia means understanding what’s going on.”

…in Stanley Kubrick’s Pipe Dream,
Napoleon: a French Odyssey
Napoleon: The Greatest Movie Never Made
2011 TASCHEN GMBH
Editor Alison Castle
PRINTED IN CHINA… where else?

11 de febrero, 2018
Sabbatical Day, N° 38
Valentine’s date with Marianne…

Dear, Marianne;

You and me have one more date, and i just love the way that your faceless monster [as Tocqueville referred to your Bureaucracy] likes to pick our dates, the last one, if you recall was on December the 22nd of last year, and if i recall correctly, the « recepisse » issued to me on that day was the last one for the year, a nice little British lady, by-the-way, received her legal residence permit at the same moment and the people on the other side of the interrogation desk review desk kind of celebrated that occasion before everyone in that office took off that week to enjoy Noël and Sylvestre.

I will not go through the list of requirements that your public officials asked of me, if your Great République was to let me be… let’s just say that they hit me with a CATCH-22; your people want me to register this blog as a small business… or something like that, but the first thing that the office in charge of registering said enterprises told me, is that they will not let me register this most inconsequential Blog without a «JOURNALIST CARD» or «CREDENTIALS» that vouch for my trade, which as you should recall from our first date in Los Angeles, California, [November of 2010] my trade and passion is that of a photojournalist… good or bad that’s what i do.

Needless to say, Brontis at the Préfecture revoked my Credentials because yours truly was not earning my French Taxable pay-checks from a University (doing research) or from a news outlet jerking my wee-wee off. Anyway, your people in High Places seem to have forgotten – yeah right!? – that my journey to France, was an INDEPENDENT RESEARCH about Mexican Corruption, not a Grant or Sponsored study about Frida Kahlo, per say... o dígamos.

Anyway, dearest CARYATID of Liberty turned into a bust around the World, we both know that the real REASON that my Carte de Sejour was revoked, was because the Government of France, under François Hollande WAS COMPLICIT in PROVIDING the MEXICAN PRESIDENT, Enrique Peña Nieto, with the PRESTIGE that he needed in order to make, as Jorge Ramos wrote last week on his syndicated column, MEXICO’s IMAGE PROBLEM GO AWAY.

Next Wednesday, you and i have another dance to waltz to; i ask that you please consider that after all was said an done, that yours truly warned you about how providing FRENCH MILITARY INTELLIGENCE to the Mexican Armed Forces was a very bad idea, your DEPOT Group at the Prefecture —should— at least acknowledge that the makers of this most inconsequential Blog, [Armando Segovia and Armando Serrano Prieto] at least had a very good hunch of what a fuck was going on.

That, my dear, is more than what Professor John Mill Ackerman and Pablo Gleason can vouch for; for at that very same time, when the Mexican President was having his Donald Trump Day run (on Bastille Day 2015) they were herding all of the Mexican opposition into a little movie theater where they comfortably reviewed documentaries about the Zapatistas and probably Gilberto Bosques (also) at a Cinema called Le Clef, while mind you half of France was protesting after the National Celebration –on the Streets… we [the Staff] are not going to say against who, because that’s what research libraries, and fuckinig Bing® are for.

… Foto de Archivo por: Armando Segovia / segoviaspixes (2015 — 2018).

Without anything more to add, i remain a lover of most things French.

Yours Truly,

Armando Segovia
Editor of this most inconsequential Blog.

P.S.
The Bpi (Biblioteca de información pública) at the Centre Pompidou at Beaubourg… does not have the basic “paint software” found on the nodes of La Mairie de Paris Library network, so please stand-by for “imagery” until Tuesday, because public libraries don’t open on Mondays (at least in Paris) … but of course, you know that.

In the Mean Time, dear Marianne, here’s a picture of my favorite jewish person, and i hope that you can find Both the Humor and the Irony behind this Albert à l’ouest snapshot; BTW, there is no cutline for it, it just is what it is: UN USO JUSTO DE TODOS LOS MEDIOS, that’s all.

Vive La FRANCE!

According to Mexico’s defence ministry, about 1,383 elite soldiers deserted between 1994 and 2015.

Defectors included members of units that received training in counter-terrorism, counter-intelligence, interrogation and strategy from French, Israeli and US advisers, according to a 2005 FBI intelligence document.”


Mexico:’The training stays with you’: the elite Mexican soldiers recruited by cartels:

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2018/feb/10/mexico-drug-cartels-soldiers-military