Art Pepper… meet the SAIP SIRENE

Previously on… “People who know,” know BDU’s”

In Hilo Hawaii

In Hilo, Hawaii, it was Twenty two hundred hours on HST, over at the Funès Police Station (75008) it was 10 am… Issy, it was a comedic riot inside. Eye mean, who schedules an appointment at a government office, on Sunday! And lets not forget, Negrita sitting in for Joy Anne Reid that May 25th, 2020 fell on a motherfucking Monday.

We [the staff] had been given a Date for fingerprints; the they would fall after Independence Day on Lafayette Sq. Time (that’s FRENCH for the 5th of July) and that appointment was issued way before D.A.R.E. was even such AUSTRALIAN notion as “Lafayette Square”, (That’s WELSH for “did you see that D.C. Cop punch that focken Aussie in the face after trying to feed him his Government Issued riot shield through his focken Australian abdomen?) so keep that jive, Man; put it yo’pocket till’ Kanye WEST calls François Hollande to bee his running mate for 2020.

My Niggas in Paris… did ya’Say you wanted Magic,  siréne?

Indeed, Tiffany, in•deed… as i (Armando Segovia/Armando Serrano Prieto) was heading down Fg. Saint Honoré back towards Washington St. after the shouting contest between a stupid American and a peace officer on Staff Duty at the Funés Police Satellite*, Eye noticed that Louis Vuitton is a focken brand thief. Eye mean, to see that flag (of Louis Vuitoon) wave dead smack in front of Washington St. with that stolen Valvoline “V” made me want to puke, and the nerve! The nerve, Elise Jordan, of inconspicuously coloring-in the Rachel Maddow colors over the French flag made me want to GAG.

* Of course, Tiffany, you must brush-up on your Castellano because you are supposed to relay the above in a Luis Funés voice, —not the Louis with the backwards French accent after the Fun on ès. And Tiffany, don’t you go leaving the spent tissues on A.M. Joy’s desk because Le Cardinal Bienve’illant get’s all hissy about #em.

Still to come… The Moon!

But FOist, we kindly go back in time to the Time when John Mill Ackerman and El Club del Cinito Mexicano en Paris went on the OPPOSITE direction from this OUTFIT below ⬇️ during the height of AWARENESS in Europe for the murdered students of Ayotzinapa (and some little league soccer players from Iguala) …

Yup...

Dear, Susana Poveda: happy Earth Day; intermission continues

Exercise 2.

Instructions to student

Instructions to student .::. DDECC285-64B3-4498-9977-5D4BBEE2A7D6 🌎 In this section, the student will identify… N° 1, what the CHRISTMAS gift wrap paper on the frame is [🦠] for?; N° 2, what “la moral” on the lower right blue square of “Today” in French is, in a Mexican* context?; N°3, JOHN MILL ACKERMAN debe explicar las razones por las que él, —y su marido, la encargada del despacho de la Función Pública en Méxicoseserenarondurante su cátedra en el Instituto de Estudios Superiores de Latinoamérica, en París. Francia (ref: Sandoval escribió en su cuenta de Twitter: “Serénense, artistas. 1) Es un hecho histórico que Salinas (Peña Nieto) creó el Fonca (Asociación de mexicanos en Europa) en marzo de 1989 (2013) para mitigar las críticas al fraude electoral (Año de México en Francia, versión François Hollande).

* La moral, en México, es un árbol que da moras.

NoSeSiCreas las extrañas cosas
que ven mis ojos
tal vez te a’sooooooooooooo
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bres

A bundle of Joy, Indeed!

A bundle of Joy, Indeed! .::. 94F9E128-EE83-4010-B2BA-9A5892F7307E 🐇 Straight from the Bright side of The Moon.

… Yos’toy tranquilo porque a fin de cuentas, pues yo Llame’spiné LA mano y naiden me lo platicó, ni tampoco lo obtuve de “terceras Fuentes”, Issy, la Tuna’stuvo muy buena; también supe en dónde salen buenos nopalitos y, desde  dónde  se EXPORTAN Repúblicas bananeras. Indeed, Chuckles, a huevo que sí, —it’s on my C.V..

Eye also happens to know

Jiribilla 2304 .::. F9F87E0C-FD03-4628-B6F9-4A9D37BF0F1E 🇲🇽 … “and all the Rhodes D.A.T. lead u.s. D.A.R.E. are Winding”. Jiribilla 2304 is a Master-level course in interpretation; pre requisitos incluyen saber preparar agüita de limón y saber en dónde se dan buenas piñas para complementar eso que los muy franceses llaman “figues de Barbara”, o figues de BarbeRIE.


In other News, Mr. Klobuchar, clean your basement! Ya’Bum!

Men are from Mars

Men are from Mars .::. 09898414-A7FF-4B96-A027-00732876FCDF 🍲Women are fucking crazy, probably because they come from Venus.

“Boum”… Deer, Adrienne Elrod — Cc: GiBo París

How’s that “Hamburgers in Paradise” universe working for Mme. Pant Suit? Issy, this too is part of La Memoria… and Willie Geist, the U.S. Code of Military Justice just went the way of the Hippocratic Oath in the State of Texas and, AYOTZINAPA para espontáneos en México Lindo y Querido.

Deer, Adrianne Elrod

Deer, Adrianne Elrod.:.4225AA27-B7D3-4540-A9A4-D20C9F16DE8C -_|_- “Amigos” de la Asociación Gilberto Bosques en París, Francia ; “Camaradas” de El Club del Profesor (doctor en política) John Mill Ackerman ; MORENA FRANCIA y Frente Amplio de Izquierda en Francia: ¡SALUDOS!!! Y por supuesto el CONTEXTO para el PRESIDENTE DE LA CORTE ADMINISTRATIVA DE PARÍS, follows.

Now beeCause Radio France is on Strike, öüì take it upon ourselves to walk and chew non chlorinated chicken soup for the Soul… at the same thyme.

Porky Pig’s Portrait would have done the
“interim” job of The president’s picture.

Deer, Willie Geist, i (armando segovia) can confirm that the President’s pork loin Face picture was not hanged at the U.S.  Embassy in Paris, France  during the 1st quarter of 2017. There is cctv video of mi walking to report a stole SSN nº ( mine),  i (armando segovia) inquired why the Idiot–in–Chief’s mug shot was not hanging by a thread and the legal counsel there (at the Embassy) replied that the official “portrait” had yet to arrive from The U.S., now, of the top of my memory, this personal inquiry happened weeks after after President Macron was elected into office. President Macron’s official portrait by the way, went up all over France the week after he was being congratulated by Vladimir Putin’s “bottom-bitch”.

 

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”.

Eddie Glou…‽ Is there an Eddie GloudE, JayAre in this bitch?

BREAKING THE NEWS TO MSNBC:

Thougher than Jaime Bonilla Thinks

Thougher than Jaime Bonilla and Mitch McConnell think.

Dear, MSNBC, this squad is bigger than four Flags.

That's what she's there to do

That’s what she’s there to do, which is to make the U.S. great for the FIRST TIME… and Tom Brokaw, the Military Industrial Complex ruined your “Greatest Generation” and gave Eddie Gloude the reason to remind Nicolle Wallace that there is a Cold Civil War going on.

Attention handlers, editors, Hijos de JOE McCarthy, y REPUBLICANOS del ex Secretario de la Defensa Nacional de George Bush, el ex C.I.A. Director, no el Evangelista George Bush quien lo hizo ponerse (a Dick Cheney) el traje de Batman para enternecer un poco y darle un corazón [de titanio] a ese señor.

El Ándale Man

El, ¡Ándale Man! (1987). En el metro de Monterrey, Nuevo Lyon, a ese churro se le rotuló cómo “Córrele, Güey”.

https://eu.usatoday.com/story/life/movies/2018/12/21/how-christian-bale-turned-into-dick-cheney-vice/2316119002/

[The following must bee read in an Omar Sy voice, in the role, —of course— of Kevin Hart, who else? And the set is the game show reality featured in Governor Arnie’s “The Running Man”. The contestants are:

And Stevie goes:

And Stevie goes: In France, Les parisienes-esos are already “nostalgic” for the male fútbol team… just Sayin’ Katy Kay #6, just sayin’.

Professor Eddie Glaude Junior
vS.
Professor John Mill Ackerman]:

https://www.voiceofsandiego.org/topics/science-environment/a-history-of-death-threats-scandal-and-sewage-tainted-water/

The U.S. is sending its criminals to mexico

The U.S. is sending its criminals to the Mexican Senate, trying to make Mexico “White Again”… but don’t worry Johnny My’Boy, The “American” press will never play RAYUELA TRIDIMENSIONAL .

— Which one of this two armchair “influencers” is going to win that Vacation to Punta Canah, en La República Dominicana?

[The set cuts to commercial]

… it’s a plug for the 45th President They

[The set is back]

— Our first contestant is Ackerman ; for the record, there are no titles in this contest, everybody here is a political Athlete.

PoliTicks, dice un frijol judio del Texas Monthly.

HECTOR BONILLA

Igual, nada ni nadie se puede comparar con Dick Cheney, ni siquiera Vladymeer Pewtyn ; SIN EMBARGO, John Mill Ackerman, ¿será que luego de tocar BASE con Sergio Ávalos en los escalones del palacio de Tokio supiste mantenerte parejito en el rebaño, —y precisamente— porque Catalonio Barcelonnetto de Peralvillo te iba a “demandar”, asi cómo dicen los muy franceses, que por favor me cuadraras LA RADIO de el [AHORA] Senador ViTALICIO: HECTOR Jaime BONILLA?

Dear, David Icke, meet John Mill Ackerman

TimeStamp: 1000 hours in Central Europe Time

Hey Ewe:

It’s not the Cities, it’s the wether We love”… eh!

 Sleater Kinney

1400 hours en La Europa Central, mientras tanto, en Israel La mudanza de Trump a Jerusalem se consuma, y ni señas del Super Estrells redentor, únicamente de un demonio de mierda que se apellida Trump.

Anygüey, mientras la “trump—eta” suena, nosotros [los del staff] nos regresamos con Miss Tory y doña Tati, quienes discuten cuales son los chiles que le dan sabor al caldo, y a una que otra Salsa.

“What’s that Ewe said, Mrs. Robinson, Joltin Joe has left and gone away”… The Lemonheads.

…where have You gone ‘Moi* Camacho” our Nation tuned it’s misguided eyes to You.

* MOY for the francophonies.

Play ball!

… we now continue con la efeméride del #YoSoy132, o lo que es lo mismo: al César lo que es del César, y a la Verga las mamadas.

Tres en Una… ninguno, ni incluso la candidata han sido estrella para una película de guerra de Sean Penn, —not yet.

En México… en México no pasa nada. Bueno, a lo mejor en México si pasó algo, pero aquí en París el efecto manada (casi igual que en el video de la “Universidad” cultural de Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua) envolvió a “las fuerzas vivas” de una manera algo pragmática, selectiva y porqué no denunciarlo, convenenciera y hasta lambiscona.

Hubo algunos que aprovecharon la ocasión para desembotellar un odio y una ira irracional contra todo aquél o aquella que cuestionara sus “más puras” intenciones intelectuales, y hubo otros (los más vivos entre “Las Fuerzas Vivas”, que aprovecharon la ocasión para mover rebaños conforme a la fecha en el calendario; 18 de marzo por decir, o la tragedia o resbalón del presidente en turno que se fuera sucitando, pero ESO SÍ, cuando se trató de poner sus nombres en las invitaciones para congresos de mexicanos en el “exterior”, o en festivales de cine, o en expuestas de cuadros pintados, en estatuas de barro, debronce o de piedra, auspiciadas por el Servicio Exterior Mexicano de Enrique Peña Nieto; o mismo, de convivir en pachangas de “bobo” de Montmartre, allí si, amigo Gustavo, como tú comprenderás, la CremA y NatA mexicana se agasajaba como si fuera la pasta batida para confeccionar un puto pastel de tres leches.

…TimeStamp: 2300 hours in CET

Militar, tecnócrata… ratero,  ¿cuál es la puta diferencía doña Tati?

Anygüey, David Icke, we’ll continue to follow up with Miss Story’s “exclusive” softball game coverage of Miss Tati and in the next couple of entries we’ll get to Johnny “mis en scene,” in the mean time, here’s Simon and Garfunkel:

Dear, John Mill Ackerman… Dr. (PhD) One-Each.

Dear, John Mill Ackerman… Dr. (PhD) One-Each.

Happy 4th of July. You Ol’Gringo—You! —|— Fragmento de un derecho a réplica… Uso justo de todos los medios; context follows.

… a 3 minute story is still to come, full-disclosure, it’s really nothing more than a review of a “short edition” romance that we [the staff] recently picked up (we shit–you–not) in receipt paper format at the waiting area of La Gare d’Austerlitz (right before the SNCF security detail kindly asked us [the staff] and a Roma tribe to vacate the premises).

This “short edition” romance in receipt paper format, is courtesy of La Gare d’Austerlitz and shortédition… at shor-edition . com —|— Fair use of all available forms of Comunication.

Anyway, John, the 3 minute story is really a romance novel about the imaginary nostalgia of an Ol’Vespa scooter reminiscing about the love affair of an express delivery guy and his Ol’Flame… oh, the memories of that first ride together.

A bust of a “little princess,” and the “new” reflection of where Jour et Nuit (a free-form mixed cultural space, and squat) used to be. Rue de Saint Charles, vicinity Métro Line 10 [75015]. Foto por Armando Segovia… te la regalo, Princesa, desde lo más profundo de mi corazón.

So, Johnny, while we [the staff] buffer up that trip into a post, we need to ask: have we mentioned —yet?— that the French flags, which usually —all by their lonesome— decorate the main windows at l’Hôtel de Ville [75004] have, for the past few days, been flanked by a bunch of Stars and Stripes?… GOOD THING Marianne stills considers the U.S. of A. a friend, because apparently the Party of the German Chancellor, Angela Merkel, no longer does.

Mixed signals… or something like that. —|— Uso justo de Mme. Sinclaire and her HuffPost at Le Monde.

We [the staff] think that we’ve made that observation already; but just in case, let it be known that the main square of the Parisian City Hall, along with its all-purpose garage, which we might add it is Also Known As ‘the’ Pavillon Circulaire, both are practically littered with standing Coca-Cola refrigerators right behind what seems to be draft beer dispensing bars; or something like that… the only thing in terms of Americana paraphernalia that is missing there right now, apreciado Juan Molino Campos-Hombre, is some Good Ol’Fashioned Rock and Roll music, but we reckon that that is why the big all-purpose stage is there for.

Our guess is that any day now the Anhauser-Busch or the Coors Brewing Co., or maybe even Walmart (why not?) are going to be sponsoring all kinds of community outings here in France.

Of course, John, as recently as six years (and six months) ago, when we [the staff] would note to francophiles everywhere (and to the French people, too) about the rapid growth of chez Ronald McDonald’s [1], or about the wide spread of Seattle’s own [2] “twin tailed mermaid,” overtaking the French bistros or those famed cafes along the Left Bank, we [the staff] would get a bunch of One—Eyed raised eyebrows with a side of puffed up lips spouting ‘petit’ farting sounds, garnished with a graceful Red scarf*, as a reward for our observations regarding the future landscape of business establishments [popping up] in front of the perimeter, of say, Le Cluny Muséum or along the cafes and comptoirs along the district known as Beaugrenelle.

* these accessory items are worn around here in much the same way that dudes in Tennessee don a Resistol or a Stetson cowboy hat… sometime, but not always, the good folks in Tennessee, they can even ride a horse.

AnyGüey, professor Ackerman, as the MORENA high-brass militant, which You have clearly claimed to be, our guess is that in order for You to get the full whiff of what we [the staff] here are trying to pass, as far as this opinion post goes, You [my friend] would first have to reference our previous observations on social and political happenings at Le Cinema Christine or at The Trocadero Plaza, and especially the one about the tale of Víctor Quintana Silveyra, Dr. (PhD); One-Each** when he, as a member of Morena, and with instructions from the big boss (AMLO himself) Dr. Quintana legally constituted and integrated the Parisian chapter of El Frente Amplio Mexicano into ‘the’ Morena-Francia branched hierarchy of Ándres Manuel López Obrador’s politically trademarked tribe.

**… One—Víctor Quintana Silveyra for El PRD; One—Víctor Quintana Silveyra for Morena and, One—Víctor Quintana Silveyra for El Partido Acción Nacional… as a side note, Dr. Quintana arrived to France in 2013 being the equal of the (hard Leftist) Jean-Luc Mélenchon, and he exited France, later that same year from La Sorbonne, only to arrive to his home State (in Chihuahua, Northern Mexico) as a cabrón, perdón—perdón, quisimos escriBir CARBÓN Copy, not CABRÓN copy, of France’s (hard Right politician from La Sarthe)  François Fillon.

Any which way you want, John, what i am trying to say is that when we [the staff] tried to have a conversation or an interaction with your lemmings at El Frente Amplio Mexicano en Francia,  in order to transparently discuss ideological inconsistencies —or JUST PLAIN CONFLICTS OF INTERESTS— within the political Left of Mexicans in France, all that we [the staff] got from your militants were a bunch of One—Eyed raised eyebrows with a side of puffed up lips spouting ‘petit’ farting sounds, garnished with a graceful Red scarf*** with a side of GTFO (of here).

*** these (at times) pretentious clothing items are worn around here in much the same way that “cheros in Chihuahuita” don a “güaripa” of the Resistol or Stetson brand, and sometimes, on rare occasions, them folks, too —much like the dudes in Tennessee— they also know how to ride a horse.

So, Johnny, it is not that we [the staff] wish to side with the New Macronian France, but when you try to pair Enrique and Emmanuel in the same dissing of your La Jornada OpEd, you just might be reminded (like right now, You Ol’Gringo—You) that maybe it was the ‘close ranks’ strategy, as opposed to an ‘open door policy of independent discourse’ in that so-called “Frente Amplio Mexicano” that ended up giving EPN the win in 2012; and in a parallel universe, similar strategies were used by the Democrats in the U.S.,  or here at Trocadero with the Socialists in France, giving both Donald Trump and Emmanuel Macron a clear victory over Bernie Sanders and Jean-Luc Mélenchon, respectively.

Context continues to follow. —|— Fair Use of Media and of all the French New[s] Stands.

In any case, Yes, John. You Ol’Gringo—You:

¡Zapata Vive!… la lucha, on the other hand, ustedes mismos la apagan…

Neta que sí.

Recibe un saludo, Juan.
Atte: El Staff.

Full diclusure: this post was written using a Starbucks hotspot, and latter (somewhat edited at Forum Les Halles… our equipment remains confiscated and or locked up at our former hide-out at Issy-Les-Mx… so, hurray for Globalization… fuck it.

Ackerman Source follows: