Saint Ignatius de Los WaPo’s gets a message from Eugène de la Cruz:
Indeed, mr. potus 45, indeed, a knife will cut through butter, but sir, the only thing that you know how to use is a Silver Spoon. And from the timing of your comment, it is clear that you are reading what i, armando segovia, write in this most non–consequential draft. Indeed, silver-spoon fed motherfucker: yo soy José “Mantequilla” Nápoles… 🥊 Black Cuban-Mexican Lives Matter. .::. In the frame, the newly renovated Church of Saint Sulpice, “the peoples church”. This past Wednesday we [the staff] had an opportunity to visit the guy W.H.O. painted Marianne, öüï are happy to report that former POTUS N° 42, William Jefferson Clinton, would most definitely would have to wear his Wayfarers©️… it’s bright in D.A.R.E., except for one cubby-hole (chapel), the one that houses Juana de Arco, that spot is dark, dark like Dark, Dark, Dark. And that’s a fact, ma’am, and by ma’am Eye means the women in president Trump’s life.
Oh, Brother, don’t you go running out of ink.
And in Washington, it is evident that Elise Jordan went to a Wet T–Shirt Knight last night after Deadline. Judging from that “Conservative-looking, middle–of–the–Road, 50/50 combed cotton blend looking T-Shirt” Elise Jordan is a Catholic Girl… and we love her for it, especially because Elise hails from them Ozarks.
She’s from Missouri .::. 6B59FAC2-1984-41F1-BFD2-4E45A171A417 🤸🏼♀️A red–blooded American that will read any book for Fifty Bucks.
Anyhow, Spike Lee, so you are going back to The ‘NAM, eh? Well, Eye hopes that it is on one of them “messianic” voyages, the kind of journey that enriches the S.O.U.L., you know, the kind that can only be accomplished when the spirit finds G.O.L.D., and tell u.s. Mr. Lee, isn’t that what Messianic Journeys are all about, —about finding Gold? Eye bets that they are, and are you going to deny and say that history lies? C’mon now! Tell U.S. something (on the MorJo Show) that we [the staff] didn’t already established for the “Do The Right Thing” crowd. Eye tells you what, doing the right thing is fly and all’that, but in that game there is always one W.H.O. gets the shortest straw, and in that beautiful bible of Donald Trump there is fable there about a guy who gets his ribcage CUT like a butterball on Thanksgiving grievances night. So, Brother Lee, do like John Heilemann when we showed him in advance how then Candidate of a so-called “silent majority”, was going to walk out onto the Stage. Oh, say… Brother Lee! Can You Say Intermezzo? Aussi, Brother Lee, do like the Three Amigos (Cuarón, González, and Del Toro) and shoot the Black Mirror. Do it.
… Meanwhile at La Maison de La Radio casi esquina con France 24, “El Niño Luc” got stow–a–güey spot on Heidi Przybyla’s Egyptian Coincidence Vase… and the motherfucker brought a Funky Afrosoul kind of rhythm with him, well it’s not really an Afrosoul rhythm but we dig it anyhow.
Al Ataque: Jamón Jamón!
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Querido, Che:
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Comandante, Feliz Cumpleaños por adelantado (14 de junio), con la novedad Doctor, que en estos precisos momentos, un Tal Fidel le está atizando al fuego de Rosario al toque de congas y fierros.
Carpe Diem, Luc Fregón, Agarra el día por los huevos!
