Ladies in Gemini, it takes a lot of MUONS to bring back Florence Cassez on the eve of the special section from “the gift shop” at La Villette, but the song remains the same: if the court decision was good enough for the French government, why is Israel behind bars right now?
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.
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 beautifullenguas.
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.
Track 9: Coolo
Artist: Illya Kuryaki and The Valderramas
Flic: Amores Perros (meets BLACKXPLOITATION)
🐐 … or the fact that in most cases the sound was awful that just made them very hard to watch … what really bothered me were the films of the 1970’s.” .:. 7CE3F3BB-D8EC-40E2-85CA-F8FFA6605190 ✍🏼 Dice el pinchie–Chivo… a quick programming note to IMDB; “El Negro” does not translate to “Blackie”, El Negro is simply The Black One, “Mr. Black” is more appropriate a nickname for Mr. Alejandro González Iñarritu, but i guess SEAN PENN’s virgin fucking ears could not handle lo prieto que’sta ese Cabrón; FOR THE RECORD “Cerf-panthére” let me remind the Very French that aside from being Serrano, i am also PRIETO on my Naná Side, so yes, yo también soy “negro”, by Mexican Standards… ya’Cunts.
… [A]nd Willy Colón, if you were in on the joke, Pedro Navajas would tell you that this rollo is about a girl, and Mac The Knife would agree; this project was always about a girl, her name is Florence Marie Cassez, and this section covers her Mexican fairy madrina:
Olga Sánchez Cordero (juris-docta)
Píntame Funk-elitos Negros, Chavo del Toro .:. 1C918525-2342-4049-8817-73864A58141C .:. From the “A handful of themes… in the bush, in the bush, in the bush.
Synopsis: Mexico’s populist president got a case of the COVID-19. Necessary for the survival of the president’s popularity among his followers (like with any cult) is a daily sermon session which the Mexican president disguises as a “daily « Press Briefing » show”, and since he cannot deliver his political mass in person, the Mexican President, who happens to be a religiously devout baseball fan went ahead and designated Florence Cassez’es Mexican Fairy godmother, doña Judge Olga Cordero as the pinchie-hitter. Hilarity ensues when…
🎶Falló
No pudo en la escena donde había PREGUNTAS pues no CONVENCIÓ
No cantó en la escena donde había canto, solo dobló
Y a pesar de todo sigue cobrando mucho mejor
Yeah, on a related note to Monoaureo . Com (George Clinton, does exist, you silly mono; granted, The Funkadelic is not an Executive but he is a PARLIAMENTARIAN, but i will get to that after los SPOTS•AUREOS FEATURE al Chivo en Francés), look it up MONOAUREO and expand your latitude.
Sumario, pg. 140, “Tout*ce que l’on peut faire en compagnie des CheVaux”; ediciones NATHAN.
Claire Lefebvre, en Gründ; 2005, “1000 infos les chevaux”, de Marion Curry .:. ACC4C9F6-7C17-45AC-A06F-48B9D8EC648A ➿ Es, ciertamente, John Mill Ackerman, lo que tu suegro (Q.E.Paz D.) llamaría « una chicanada », aquí en la OCDE.
*Todo, menosla charreada. Incluso, el capítulo que trata sobre las actividades que se pueden hacer con un caballo (o una yegua si eres LatinX) arranca con una proclamación disfrazada de contenido advirtiendo quiénes son la autoridad que controla dichas actividades.
AnyHOW, Rachel Maddow, the good Milton Freidman fans at BFM’er TV probably think that our triangulation in TechNiColor is about la tal Perrine Storme or about La Caballera* del Zodíaco, knot knowing that Hamburgers in Paradise is just around the corner just before… Wait for IT!, wait… SEMINARY SCHOOL au Molineaux. Now unless you are aware of where all of the Saint Sulpice minor league training camp Padres come fromyou’ll miss out on the Mystery of Willie Geist being a big “Big” fan of Los Molineros de Issy, which are the Satélite equivalent of VERO BEACH for the San Diego PADRES in the Catholic Church.
Ladies in Gemini… the presidential medal of freedom*
When Jimmy Buffet met Ziggy they had “HAMBURGERS in Paradise.” IN•Deed, Rachel Maddow, indeed .:. 6E2CEF48-02CB-4367-8F74-D9F46EB433A5 .:. Big Fernand was hiring at the time and, this is IMPORTANT for the JACK DORSEY crowd, Jacques Higelin (a French singer) was being asked by a Seine Siren if Öüï was an outlaw?Higelin’s answer was of course, “J’espère”, or Something like, does the Sun sets on a Hypercube à La Défense?
Oh, hey Hallie Jackson! i didn’t realize that you support your local Latin X community… well, nobody’s perfect. Survey here says Öüï still dig your waves.
* football… Anyhow, congratulations to Alabama, you guys are the Champions, (in the TROU sense of what Freddy Mercury meant to imply with that song when Queen rocked you) but before Trump gets to his border waltz rendez-vous, do take a closer look at those WaterBurger Eyes:
Lomo de búfalo bufado… Öüï didn’t kill the cow… pero “tanto peca él (o LA) que mata la vaca, como aquéllos/ellas que le agarraron la pata”.
Bullit¹ Proofing a story for Zita Arrocha at the Cotton Hall on The UTEP Campus, right there at the Sam Donaldson underground bunker. Pura Vida, profe, ¡pura Vida!
1. Steve McQueening an independent story that began to unravel at The Sun Bowl. Now, if you are wondering what The Loué 24-Hour Le Mans pilot is doing here, know that if The El Paso Times would have covered Ciudad Juarez, Chihuahua in 2005, when the “shit hit the fan” then doña Kate would have learnt from QUINTANA-Woodstock that Next To where FRANK Sinatra got his “quicky divorce” (just across the Santa FE Bridge) casi esquina con la Calle Stanton y Laboratorios Camacho, en El Paso, Steve McQueen smoked his last FAROS in a clinic that is no longer D.A.R.E. in Ciudad Juarez.
This has BEAN: gerundiando la noticia, con Steve McQueen.
But of course you will. Of course you are going to say farewell to 2020 with a big Boom (not to be confused with today in History’s other Big Boom, On Pearl Harbor Observance Day 🚨), the timing is exquisitely awkward, or maybe even uncomfortably sweet, but The Song Remains The Same:
King : Hey, Taylor. How in the fuck you get here anyway? Why, you look educated.
Chris Taylor : I volunteered for it.
King : You did what?
Chris Taylor : I volunteered. I dropped out of college, and told them I wanted the infantry, combat, and Vietnam.
Crawford : You volunteered for this shit, man?
Chris Taylor : You believe that?
King : You’s a crazy fucker, giving up college.
Chris Taylor : It didn’t make much sense. I wasn’t learning anything. I figured why should just the poor kids go off to war and the rich kids always get away with it?
King : Oh, I see. What we got here is a crusader.
Crawford : Sounds like it.
King : Shit. You gotta be rich in the first place to think like that. Everybody know the poor are always being fucked over by the rich. Always have, always will.
Lorem ipsum… context follows after the the Oderbretch update from Spain, in the mean time, please fasten your “animalitos” and secure your “morralitos”; the Captain would like to remind the Mexican delegation to please stow away The Copal and please don’t spark it up until The Captain turns the “invoke your favorite Spirit in the Friendly Skys light” on.
Publicidad
… [A]nd still to come, Televisa Presenta:
Synopsis: You just Can’t Make this shit up, Franck! Now Eye knows that you know, that Televisa went the way of Dinosaurios del PRI, but öüï also know that you know, that we’ve seen a few Kings die before: Long Live The King!
… It sure would be nice if France INFO could get a hold of exonerated convict and former Zodiaco gang member, Florence Cassez, and ask how it is that she viewsBernardo Gómez’ dinner at the White House while Genaro García Luna awaits a witness protection program convocation notification ticket in a gringo prison cell, and because we are aware that Carlos Loret de Mola won‘t be reading this entry, we [the staff] would like to extrapolate la tangente de Israel Vallarta, a según de las pesquisas de don Julio Astillero at “La Jornada”.
¿Cómo re chingados, pues, llegó ahí? _•!-!•_ Distintas versiones apuntan a que la llegada de la comunicadora Pimentel al área de Comunicación Social de la Presidencia se debe a una recomendación directa de Bernardo Gómez, vicepresidente de Televisa y consejero del propio Presidente López Obrador.
La mano de las recomendaciones
“La propia Pimentel respondió a un mensaje directo en Twitter, en el que menciona, en un mensaje respetuoso y lleno de serenidad, que aquel asunto es ya muy viejo: “una historia muy repasada y ya con nada nuevo qué decir”.
… [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. .::. 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!
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.
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:
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Issy, Leslie Jones, we are cooking on three burners but let u.s. not forget what’s been slow–roasting in the pit, and just to second what Yasmin Vassoughian said yesterday morning, Mary is proof that love can be matched (or found) in all places…
* Dime, from Latin: dicēre, dicho de otra manera, o como si dijéramos, the irregularparticiple part of the aforementioned di•cho; not to be confused with di•cho•so, because that is the polar opposite of what the President of Mexico SAYS that the more marginalized in Mexico are, o como dijera Pharrell Williams: HAPPY!
Mini digresión:
And what are some of the reasons that for which the most marginalized in Mexico are happy? Because their Energy Sector unions are a simile of police departments across the U.S.
And because we listened to a then Senator Biden in Philadelphia when he was going to fix “the boys” in Philly and, because we also covered a little bit of Camden, N.J. when the police force there was in the process of being fired, we are going to attempt to draw a Venn Diagram of corrupt Mexican energy sector unions of the 1980´s, and police forces of the first decade of the Third Millenium of this most non–consequential world (universally speaking), two different realms or unlikes but isn’t D.A.T. what similes are all about? If we are wrong, or in the wrong (two separate things) please, Dr. Ackerman, John [Ph.D] let u.s. know, and don’t forget to smile.
This is contrast for all the news that fit to follow. So cover your eyes if you must, because right now in real time, the governor of Puebla is complaining that some of his constituents are way too cavalier when it comes to spreading or catching the Coronavirus.
Now, Eddie Gloude Jr., before we put a pause on the mini digression context covering the bases of the most marginalized in Mexico, please be advised that poverty in Mexico is measured, or benchmarked, starting from the “possessions” owned by the resident of the Governor’s Mansion in The Heroic Puebla de Zaragoza, which as all American “spring-breakers” know, The Heroic Puebla (actual nomenclature of that Mexican Federation state) is the site of Mexican Independence Day, which it’s celebrated on Cinco de Mayo. Of course, in order to qualify for “food-stamps” in Mexico, you must first declare your multi-million dollar “casita”, which you —of course— purchased from an ex-president of the ruling party.
Now it’s time for a closer look on the Set of Squirrels on Mr. Meyer walls:
Deer, Seth Meyers, thank you for providing the reinterpretation of yesterday’s Law & Order intro dialogue; here’s the Spanish translation, complete with it’s own unsung hero, a construction worker from the most fascist place in The American Continent, you would think it be in Argentina or Brasil, but no Sethy Boy, it’s in Jalisco… why do you think the Santana’s moved to Tijuana and then to the Frisco Bay?… because Jalisco isMALO, MALO, MALO; just ask AMLO‘s wanna be successor.
And for the record, Mr. Seth, this is not an intermission, and it is most definitely, not a motherfucking “riff”.
… which, brings me, Armando Segovia, back to Leslie Jones riff on Monday night’s Late Night session in the middle of the afternoon with “The Closer Look” host, because Ms. Jones as I am most certain that you will never read this post, I want you to know that the worst thing that ever happened to me, as a person was being turned into a caged “little animal” for the French judicial and internal security to watch —and prove— in a certain way, but at least I am not dead –yet– for trying to do, since 2007 —mind you— that thing you suggested Seth’s viewers to do, and which is to SEE HOW THE System Works. The best thing that ever happened to me was to inspire the SNL writers to do a sketch about work place orgies. now D.A.T., Lesley Jones, is a motherfucking Riff!
Try to make, IT! Real .:. CBA7775E-2ECF-4575-9926-862A4C86C3AD 🧶 Compared to WATT (question Mark) period —_•¡•_— Coming Up: Leslie Jones is an AVID DIVA who can’t drive stick on The Time Machine… and Dr. Cornell West (of The 11th Hour fame) said: fear Knot! Our Hot Rods at WEST Hot Rods come in “Automatic fo The People”, Aussi!
And after the break, sweet Siren, we’ll Do an Intermission with Florence Cassez and Carlos Loret de Mola, —jest— to complement the Julio Astillado Show.
“In the criminal justice system, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups. The police who investigate crime and the district attorneys who prosecute the offenders. These are their stories.” .::. EE22EFD7-0BAC-4875-B611-D74D64BB9322 💵💴💷💰⚖️ Righhhhht. What can « pago en especie » do for you?
Synopsis: The purple pundit was fresh out of detention for spreading subliminal messages with the visual aids of Nick Confessore, and twue to form, Nicolle went right back to the little naughty girls room for revisiting “Shithole Countries” last night after Zulu Time, meanwhile, in the span of those 23 days as the U.S. was fast approaching the most-consequential victim of the COVID-19 contagion (lucky 100,000) the world saw how America entered its “white shame” phase, and it appears that the U.S. will never be the same. Those particular events, [a virus and a disease] put a hold-it-now moment on all other tangents that bisect our Venn Diagrams… does anybody remember Venn Diagrams? Of course KNOT, the story, as that 11th Hour whipper snapper says, “changes hourly”. Lucky for the Administrative Tribunal in Paris, we’ve got you motherfuckers covered.
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Deer, Claire McCasskell:
Listen up Senator, D.a.R.e. is no such thing as a “phony” bible; only false believers. And, just so D.A.T. my better Atheists don’t get their panties up in a bunch, not believing in God, or an Architect in this most non-consequential Universe does not make a false believer. It’s better to show your faith or lack thereof, than to be a racist hypocrite like the current White House “resident”.
Prettiest bookcase Eye ever saw… Deer, Chris Hayes, don’t look up, there’s a Pharaoh above ya’!
Any güey, Senator: Eye Am An Antichrist! And Eye Am An Anarchist. But Eye can dig the gospel, it’s a CRAZY science fiction TOME.
… we now play Catch-up with Los Zodíacos, via Israel and the court, but FOist, we had to play shut-eye after The John Oliver Show, which followed The Nicolle Wallace Spectacle; right now as we W.o.K.e, we see that The Lawrence O’Donell Sitcom is on. TimeNow is 33 minutes before The Brian Williams Recap sessions and taking our cues from the Shift-to-Black screen of The John Oliver Show, we’d like to re-adjust:
Dear, former Senator Claire McCaskill, please nevermind the liberties that i take with your last name, it’s part of the program and we have a slight feeling that if you knew that i existed, you’d probably get a kick out of it, just like Cousin Joe gets a kick out of the AP’s Jonathan Lemire’s “campagne house”, anyhow, Senator McCaskill: sorry about the “White Shame” spiel of the paragraph above, we meant to RIGHT, “White Guilt”, because nobody should be ashamed of the color of his/her skin color.
Note to editors:
Somebody, anybody. Please remind The New York Times that there are 8 year-olds watching the Purple Pundit’s 2-hour after home school special. Jesus Christ, Nick, it’s 3 o’Clock in NEW YORK.
El Padrino .::. 35771037-1F46-49B3-B581-B880DB2733EE 📐 “Late Night” kicks off the Seth Meyers era by welcoming guests Amy Poehler, Vice President Joe Biden, and a performance by A Great Big World… and for the record, “ninos” and “ninas” are the terms of endearment that niños and niñas used in Old Mexico to refer to their padrinos o madrinas…you ungrateful ahijado you.
Aussi, is that 12″ reference in “gentile” units or are öüï etching with The Torah clippings here; do confess, “Nick”, because Michael Che and Mr. Johannsen are making a “movie” and they are in need of a leading man, —holmes!
From the band that brought you, “Alice”, comes a movie about a man W.H.O. breaks all the rules on deadline .::. 6EE52D56-1053-4E2E-9BF4-755CAC8B00C9 📰 Weekdays at 4 pm Eastern, 1 o’Clock Pacific.
