Hola, hoy es lunes y el staff trae una hueva épica.
regresamos…
Well, it’s about FUCKING TIME in Central Europe, of course, eh! After all, we [the staff] are talking about MotherFucking JUPITER en relación with a little LUNAtic who got elected because he was playing Cuck Old with Vladimir Putin. What a little Bitch, that President Trump is. Shameful, disgusting.
Faltan cinco para las siete en Central NATO TIME.
Dear Stephen Colbert:
Sir, it’s a good thing that Ewe don’t read this most inconsequential blog, because if Ewe did we [the staff] would ask Ewe to please give our regards to our favorite U.S. Attorney General, Mr. Eric Holder.
We [the staff] are aware that right now it is not the time to give The F.B.I. or the Obama legacy any shit, but Sir, Fast and Furious, —y El Plan Mérida— no se olvidan.
… puta Madre, qué pinche Wüeva nos acosa; neta que sí.
… edición limitada. The original of this particular image capture is available for viewing down at the other City of Lights, Lyon, until the middle of January 2018. •~|~• Metro L1 Bastille, salida a l’Opera.
En México tembló, y como de costumbre, Frida fue el centro de atención, —por 15 minutos Stephanie Rhule, la más carísmatica de las 9 de la mañana en Nueva York no pudo contener las de cocodrilo en televisión; la pequeña Frida yacía por debajo de una d’esas mesas de marmól que la directora de una escuela privada usaba en un apartamento de lujo mal construido, y por encima de los códigos de construccion, fincado directamente en el techo de las aulas en dónde los niños toman sus Cariño$a$ lecciones.
La historia de la pequeña Frida María… o algo así, resultó ser falsa como la ayuda de Washington D.C. y Donald Trump para con los Boricuas; sin embargo, pasados otros 15 minutos, entre los escombros las camaras de televisión captaron a otra Frida, una perrita rescatista que restoró el nombre más emblematico para Los Amigos de Mexico en Francia y de El Servicio Exterior Mexicano.
Anygüey:
The narrative in this time-frame picks up after the surreal inauguration of the 45th President of The United States of America, and it is set against the backdrop of bizarre political discourses, partisan punditry, corrupt government institutions, sycophantic bureaucrats, general purpose toadies, lukewarm activists and, a daily dose of heterogeneous vignettes that strategically keeps the tale–of–the–tape up–to–date on an array of tangential topics that deal with current events.
Pareidolia: one eyed cyborg with an Electric Crown… o el número 3 consolando a un corazón agujerado… si en el cuadro ves una esposa, eso es solo tu imaginación… •_|_• Fair use of Michal Batory, and #STANDUP4HUMANRIGHTS en La Torre de Saint-Jacques; 75001. Foto captura del poster de Michal Batory por: armando segovia / segoviaspixes… Uso justo de todos los derechos por todos los medios.
[Signal interference]
Mientras tanto en Veracruz, las secciones de sociales de todos los periódicos del Estado, celebran la mudanza de la Familia Duarte Macias a El Reino Unido… porque en verdad, ellos si “se lo merecen”.
🎶🎵🎶…where’s the Shade that You’ ve got it made? To me it’s just Monkey Business… according to the Gospel of Skid Row.
With that in mind, once again, do remember that we are just beginning to scratch the Mexican surface of a multilayered transnational chronicle, which started out with the premise of a six-year reportage that was to follow the events of The Year of Mexico in France (2011) as a collective ensemble of “opening acts” in the run-up to the 2012 Mexican presidential election, which as luck would have, Mexico’s suffrage excercise was coincidentally sandwiched on the same calendar year between the election processes of La France and The United States.
Sophia Loren: Signore, come si dice, carta da imballaggio per la carne fredde in spagnolo? –•_!_~ Anthony Quinn*: Si traduce nello stesso modo in cui si pronuncia la parola, Giornale, alla fine, Signora, servono la stessa cosa. — Translation Services brought to you by Bing!
* Anuncio:
“Si las cosas que valen la PENA, se hicieran facilmente, cualquiera las haría.”… now, watch Donald Trump steal Anthony Quinn’s, quinntessential quote.
[Signal interference cleared]
…as a matter of record, and as we [the staff] type this yearly update, the political experiment called the United States of America is now facing its toughest trial as the elected few try to figure out if the U.S. Constitution is as hallowed as the Republicans made it out to be when a White House intern sucked-off the Commander-in—Chief in his hour of need or, if Washington D.C. is once and for all going to test the burning quality of that hemp paper that the American Magna Carta was written on, once Red-Blooded Americans finally realized that on The Chinese “Year of The Fire Duck,” their 45th President turned the United States of America into a BANANA REPUBLIC… much like the ones that the U.S. Department of State has installed —year after year — after year, after year, AFTER YEAR following the post–Manifest Destiny Doctrine around strategic parts of The Globe… like say, most recently in Israel.
El colmo de los COLMEX es de que México, “aun sin TLCAN” sigue siendo el patio trasero para los “tickers” de la bolsa de valores en Wall Street •—_¡_—• La fuente de los colmos llega por cortesía del periódico La Jornada, Viernes 29 de diciembre de 2017, p. 3; y la foto del barandal negro del #217 de la Saint Germain–des–Pres, por el staff / segoviaspixes 2017.
FREQUENCY HOP
Meanwhile, at Le Élysée and under President Emmanuel Macron, La France is a Work–in–Progress
Dimanche, Dimanche, DIMANCHE!!! It’s Jupiter’s LIQUIDATION SALE. ⚡️—_¡_— ⚡️ SUNDAY, SUNDAY, SUNDAY… our guess is that the United Arab Emirates will be owning the rest of Paris, and perhaps even a big chunk of La Défense, as well.
From our angle, we [the staff] have noticed that Mr. Macron is fixated on at least two things that we’ve made arcs of in the span of our journey to France, number one are the Scott Onstott’s observations about how the French capital continues to have a multi-generational obsession with Hermetic symbolism and specifically with the Cult of Isis, as per the the lore of “Thrice–greatest”, Hermes Trismegistus; and number two, Mr. Macron’s steadfast intent to catch-up with the de-regulated United States and a brave new Keynesian World. Mr. M’s first presidential moves were first picked up by our radars when he single–handedly fired up a lightning bolt and got his old boss, François Hollande, to deregulate the intercity motor coach industry; since then, the young Sciences-Polita has moved up in the Universe and he is now on track to reform labor, education, the Fucking Olympics, and of course just to fuck with the labor unions: unemployment benefits laws, by-God, he even wants to resuscitate Latin from the Dead–Languages Pantheon… our guess is that this is why the press don’t call him Zeus, and stick with the Romans reference, to refer to His Excellency, and YES, this information will be on the re-structured BAC.
… anygüey, did you happen to catch a glimpse at the asteroid that zipped a few nights ago straight through the Central Europe DarkTime Zone? What a near-miss, eh.
We now return to our regular review about México.
Breaking the News
TOP CUTLINE: “… se preveía”, ¿pues qué creían? ¿Que el PRI iba a desaprovechar la “cruda” navideña y no encontrar la manera de que los Doctores Magistrados fallaran en favor de la ignominia? Viva México, y El Reino Unido que alberga a saqueadores como a JaviDu. #GiveMeThePower #QueMinguenSuChadreLosDeMoLoTov –>>_¡_<<–LOWER CUTLINE: … and then of course, as a new Global Warming Trend, big fucking hurricanes happened, and the tale–of–the–tape revealed that both President Trump and President Macron were a bit slow in responding to their protectorate territories in the Caribbean, leaving thousands of people to fend for themselves in the middle of unprecedented devastation. —•_!_•— Double Entry capture is courtesy of the Pop-ads on “the” PubliMetro. — Fair use of all media.
Next, on FRANCE 24 en Espagnol
La alianza hidrocálida,
en concubinato con:
Canal Once TV…
PRESENTAN
Comprando cigarros en Hong Kong, con “El Piporro”.
Synopsis: El Piporro visita Francia.
[Man’s voice:
Mr. Eulalío “Lalo” González melodically describes in his trademarked neoleonense style à La Legión Extranjera de la Explanada de Trocadéro — Yann Tiersen is in charge of the musical track that serves “El Piporro’s” voice as background; for this commission, YANN enlists DAFT PUNK to collaborate on an Alsace style Polka, featuring Al Yankovic.]
… meanwhile in the Franco–Mexican bubble, the local Francilien Cuernavaquense, —o mismo— el parisino sinaloense–coahuilense–campechano, o mismo, from that particular place in Las Lomas_near–”chilangolandia,” now ex-Distrito Federal; without forgetting, —ah, pero cómo no…¡faltara menos¡ The rest of the Mexican state entities que–componen_à—La Federación—raza, el PRI ahora hasta quiere censurar y meterte a la celda que desocupó Lencha Cassaz, si tú decides decirle sus verdades a politicos como JaviDu, o el mismísimo Humberto Moreira— ¡Ajúa! Y es que “el PRI sí sabe como gobernar“, dijo un señor profesor de nombre Alain Rouquie, en el cierre de las jornadas del Colmex, allá en Sciences-Po, y por supueesto en Saint Germain–des–Pres; 1 de febrero, 2013.
#LosHijosDeSuChingadaMadre #LoHicieronPorTi –>>_!_<<– Synopsis: La ya identificada Dictadura Perfecta por el perucho (Vargas Llosa) se perfila para hacerle comparsa a lo sucedido en estos ULTIMOS 3 DÍAS EN IRAN… context continues to develop, stick around.
Because when it comes to rallying a group of elites that can band together and block anyone or any group “who dares disturb their idilic status,” (Linares /1) nobody can co-opt or make turn–coats out of left–of–center activists any better than the wealth hogs operators and spies who at the stroke of a signed invitation to become a ‘cultural ambassador‘, or an opportunity to headline an MODERN ART exposition they successfully seduce artists, writers, —film makers— students and (we hope that Rachel Maddow can forgive us for typing the following) Community Organizers; YES, you read the latter RIGHT: Community Organizers, to raise one fist in anger against a governments trespasses, and extend the other below the waist when they think that no one is looking, palm–up and all five fingers pointing outwards to receive commissions and prizes from the same public servants that they are rallying against.
[Frequency Hop interference]
IRÁN: Fuerzas de Seguridad Interior abren fuego en dirección de manifestantes. Gobierno promete “puño de hierro” si las protestas no cesan. En el tercer día de descontento social el periódico The Telegraph reportó dos muertes de bala de rifles de El Estado. }-––~\•> Dear NYT: cualquier parecido, paralelo, o similitud a lo que puede pasar el próximo 2 de junio en Mexico será pura coincidencía. — Screen-grab is courtesy of Frances Rivera de MSNBC.
[UNAUTHORIZED Frequency hop cleared]
Take it from, say… Professor Victor Quintana Silveyra, whose pretty
mug is on the high list to grace the reference picture of el Instituto Federal Electoral brochure on how to become a better Political Chapulín. That’s right, folks, squeeze your living abroad experience to the maximum. Profit from your long–hours of community organizing and political activism to overthrow el PRI’s legacy of corruption, its long list of institutionalized ineptitude and, nepotism’s favorite cousins: The Cronies; don’t think twice, become an infiltrated turncoat for the good of The Federation and the supreme party… for further information please contact the offices of the Mexican Foreign Service, or reach out to one of the many associations of Los Amigos de México en Francia®.
[Man’s voice: El Piporro]
Porque en México
solo brincando como un Chapulín, raza,
se puede llegar al Cielo:
Rayuela
Apophenia…Dear, non- readers of this most inconsequential blog, any similarities or hints that the above Hopscotch sketch resembles the fuselage of an AIRPLANE is purely coincidental, because the image clearly resembles a Capped Hex nut on a Threaded Set bolt with a loose Heavy Hex nut.
And if you ever played hopscotch you know that if you touch any parts of the sketched outline on the ground, or if you can’t keep your balance on the way to ‘heaven’ and you fall out of the path, then you have to start from scratch all over again.
… Señoras y señores: Las Fuentes de doña Vilma y los bobó del VoBo de La Vie en Rose à Paris. }––~~\•> Theme melody: Duke Ellington’s “Springtime in Paris”… uso justo de todos los bobos.
And for some reason, as Mexicans get ready to endure the most difficult of General Elections since Carlos Salinas de Gortari usurped the 1998 election of from Cuauhtémoc Cárdenas, it seems eerily strange that the very same issue that competed for headlines with narco related executions in 2011 (previous) to the Presidential race of 2012 involved ex President Felipe Calderón’s executive decision to deploy Mexican troops, to do police work on the streets of Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua; back then “Juaritos” held the Heavyweight Title of Reporters Without Borders: Murder Capital of The World.
Whomever becomes the next president of Mexico on that 1st of December of 2018 (Chinese Year of The Brown Dog) is going to have to set his two pretty bureaucrat feet on the ground and start from Scratch.
por ejemplo, apreciada Panchita Rivera:
… “and so it goes”.
Because normally, in countries where citizens don’t have to fear little inconveniences like looking at or, rubbing a soldier the wrong way, and then getting sodomized for that transgression with the barrel of a rifle in the hands of say, a a squad of Mexican soldiers; it would seem rather logical to get the Executive branch of the government to sign off on an Legislative order to complement the tasks of local cops (and gendarmes, when applicable) in order to approach such formidable enemies of the civilian population, like say, narcos or terrorists; however, in banana republics, where power usually goes unchecked, this avenue of approach tends to add to the collective psychosis and it’s fertile ground for the start of a Beautiful and Perfect Dictatorship.
Now maybe it’s because of the lack of an enforceable Code of Military Justice, or because if there is in fact one in place, the military code is usually above any civil code, think of it as something kin to “diplomatic immunity” when transgressions to the law from the ranks take place and thus, impunity reigns and abuse of power goes wild, —literally.
Y ahora con ustedes:
“Turn on the TV, ’cause I got nowhere to go
Seems that there’s a little trouble down in Mexico
A 13-year-old boy robs a store so he can eat And they got him doing time while killers walk the streets”.
Las fuentes para los Bobo’s, de doña Vilma, y sin ningún orden en particular y como regalo para Paco Ignacio Taibo 2: de quien se sabe que odia las reglas de anotación y los pie de páginas.
Men-at-Work… Business as Usual; “…to me it’s just Monkey Busines”, dijo Skid Row.
— Thompson Reuters… 1. Reporting by Lizbeth Diaz and 2. Christine Murray; 3. writing by Julia Love; 4. editing by Dave Graham and 5. Leslie Adler… Reporting by Lizbeth Diaz and Christine Murray; writing by Julia Love; editing by Dave Graham and Leslie Adler… and a bag-load of uncredited Santa’s Little Helpers whose identities Business Insider promised to protect: http://www.businessinsider.com/mexicos-president-signs-internal-security-law-before-court-review-2017-12?IR=T
… note to editors, some dangling participles were corrected from the original draft.
TimeStamp: 21h20; Sundown reflection on the Berger Stairway of The Forum at Les Halles captured just before the Sturgeon Moon Rising at approximately 120° SE (as traced) from the center line that runs East/West on the Baltard Alley and the perpendicular cross section of the Louvre Elevator on the grounds of the Nelson Mandela Garden… Foto por staff.
“Cuando una serpiente le mira fijamente, el pájaro levanta un poco la cabeza… y luego se queda ciego, ciego por completo…”
Bernardo Atxaga *, en “Historias de Obaba” [Sugeak txoriari begiratzen dionean y Bi anai; Titulo Original]; pg. 85.
Fragmento del capítulo: El pájaro reanuda su relato… Una conversación sería… Discusión en el taller de costura; en “Historias de Obaba”… Uso justo de los textos bilingües de un vasco.
… en fin fella’s, as these two celestial cycles (of Selene around Terra_and these two around The Sun) rotated an interesting thing began to develop in The Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela. Please stay tuned in as that particular Arepa gets both a stretch and an amonestation from the NAFTA duo and in the form of a Vatican (papal) bull… not to mention the ‘intervention from a French chef [1]. This one is going to be a good one:
Plat du Jour:
Arepas from Venezuela
wrapped on a
Green (Mexican) Corn tortilla
served on top of a Crêpe
that was smeared with both a
Melted Three Musketeers®
and
a Snickers® chocolate bar
Suggested drink:
Anointed Wine
(2015) appellation du Vatican
After sundown summer glow… context follows; foto por staff.
…Menu register:
1. “Las agencies” y La Jornada Online:
International House of Crêpes is now accepting applications: are you lined-up and ready to Go with a rising enterprise once you return from your holiday break? Join the ranks of International House of Crêpes and help Five Star Chef, Manno Macron, take over the whole Enchilada.
The Street is My Gallery— y la Leche es cortesía de: Un día más¹. —|— Context follows…
En fin, ya mero son las 15h del 4 de mayo del 2017.Anoche, en el debate entre los candidatos a el Elíseo los participantes se dieron como pareja en pleno divorcio… que si la señora Le Pen es la heredera del partido del odio [EM*] — que si el señor Macron está al servicio de los bancos y que por eso a Francia lo va a gobernar una mujer; Le Pen o La Merkel [FN**], etc., etc., etc…
Foto capturada de googlemaps —|—Uso justo de todos los medios para poder orientar a las personas que nunca van a leer la entrada en este blog… de cualquier manera, la Porte de Champerret tiene el honor de hospedar el parque dedicado a los héroes de la América Latina; curiosamente, el puente que conecta la ciudad de Levallois (la mascota oficial es una abeja y la canción es la de El Bolero de Ravel) lo decora una especie de estructura que se supone que es el monumento de alguna pirámide prehispánica; o mismo, del juego de la pelota mesoamericana. Los muros que decoran ese puente son algo ambiguos en lo que se supone que deben de representar. En primera instancia parecen mojones acomunados en un canal, sin embargo, con mucho esfuerzo y el beneficio de la duda —brindado al artista que sentó semejante obra escatológica— nosotros [en el staff] quisiéramos pensar que los mojones son otra cosa. De cualquier manera, para eso está googlemaps… jusgue usted por sí mismo e interprete si le da la gana lo que adorna el puente de Champerret***.
Curioso que por los alrededores de La Porte de Champerret [75017] los televisores estaban más interesados en la transmisión del juego de fútbol entre el club Monaco y su par italiano el Juventus, incluso al otro lado del periférico interior las pizzerías, los bistros y los cafés reproducían las imágenes de shows de variedades y entretenimiento. Aquí no hubo novedad, aquí ninguno de los parroquianos prestaba atención a los monitos en la tele porque estaban en otro pedo, fatigados a lo mejor de la política a tres días de la elección. Aquí en el noroeste de la mancha urbana parisina pareciese que el barómetro de un sector de la población ya decidió por quién van a votar el próximo domingo. Ahora lo único interesante —a lo mejor— será ver los niveles de abstención.
Mientras tanto allá en La Somme, los whirpoolistas siguen con su huelga y con un nuevo stock de llantas para quemar. —|— En la ruta Michelin, el plato de hoy incluye una lata de chícharos en el parque de la América Latina… —||— Uso justo de GoogleMaps.
*Emmanuel Macron, How do you say:
<< …our nation turns its prestigious eyes to you, >> in Grand École French?
Dear former economy minister of my nigga at L’Élysée**, and current front-runner for the French presidential stationary and all the ‘goodies’, which that particular 5-year post entails.
** “My niggas in Paris” was the
slogan in the form of hip-hop from
François Hollande to the 93 zip code crowds
at Seine Saint-Denis, during
the French Presidential Race of 2012.
Anyway, please forget my time-delayed musings, but the staff at asegovia3 was way to fucking depressed yesterday, the second day of the Third month of 2017 in order to make the necessary appendix to this blog. You see Monsieur Macron, you have already happened to have caught our attention back when the policies that you, under the current president François Hollande, implemented into law in order to get the long-distance bus service on your autoroutes [that’s toll roads in English, y carreteras de cuota en Espagnol]. As a matter of fact, we saw the fruits of your legislation come to life on the stretch of highway that runs from the Southeastern on-ramps in Paris in the direction to the Le Mans circuits on the stretch of road that delivers traffic all the way to Nantes, and then to the byways that take you into Pornic, and yes of course; Pornichet on your beautiful Atlantic Tour-de-France coast.
—ANUNCIO DE OCASIÓN—
Señoras y señores [y señoritas también]
En México y en mundo La Cerveza se Corona;
y México Lindo y Querido: La Masturbación no Mata; pero si tu maldito poder.
—Esto fue, un ANUNCIO DE OCASIÓN¹—
As a matter of fact, we at asegovia3 happened to have used those road trips as an octane additive to our observations of a Frenchman musings and questionings during his tourist visa stay in Cuernavaca, which he used to observe and or contemplate —yes, Mr. Macron, contemplate— why Mexico didn’t have a passenger train service industry. Unfortunately for this blog, which is now closed —nobody was reading it [out loud]. Our guess here, is that IF A FRENCH INSTITUTION OR A FRENCH PERSON DID NOT INVENTED IT, OR IT DID NOT COME UP WITH THE IDEA—or dared to pose the question, well— Then It Does Not Exists. Do correct us on this [our take on why the rest of the world ‘seem to not understand the French] if we are wrong, tell your people at Poitiers to tell us so [why not, eh?]. Anyway, this coming Monday, the staff of asegovia3 has a meeting at one of the many Pôle-Emploi satellites, this meeting is for the purpose of requesting and/or convincing the staff there to give us their STAMP of Approval [Un puto COTEJADO, pues] to ‘validate’ the creation of this very First-Draft, which oh-by-the-güey: happens to deal with at least one of the issues [code word: nepotism in politics] that you, As A Candidate in the presidential race of 2017 proposed yesterday in Your Political Manifesto.
But getting back to the theme of today’s contemplation, as another matter of fact, the staff here at asegovia3 witnessed in the first person the decline, the closure —and the dissemination— of the nationalized passenger train industry in Mexico, in fact; VICTOR MANUEL QUINTANA SILVEYRA [the “padrino” to the cuasicomunista MORENA-Francia in 2014 and turncoatconsigliere to the current right-wing governor in the Mexican state of Chihuahua] wont let this blog lie:
… if you ever rode on the N de M[that’s short for Nacionales de México, not “Nalgas de Manuel”] from Torreón-Coahuila to Ciudad Juárez-Chihuahua you would note that at that particular border stop, on the last stretch of Mexican asphalt that lead you over into the Union Pacific rails [and the Greyhound® and Trailways® bus depots in the United States] the statue of Vicente Guerrero on a horse welcomed you on your descent to an arrondissement called “La Chaveña”… ain’t that right, Professor Quintana?
Yes, Mr. Macron, like a Tom Hank’s fictional character we were there. Is not that we at asegovia3 claim that we’ve been everywhere, but we at asegovia3 have been everywhere that we have said that WE HAVE BEEN TO, punto!
… And yes, Mr. Macron: “Comme d’habitud,” be yet another to ignore our call,
and let the Far-Right take a hold of
our musings like “the good people” of Donald Trump did
just a little while-ago in 2016.
Opining from Paris:
The team from DON’T Shoot the MESSENGER News.
Did you know that the French invented opinions, that’s why their most popular knife is called Opinel… go ahead BuzzFeed; take the credit for the last statement. [We wrote the last instruction, of course, “with love in our hearts,” Note to editors: the brackets, in their entirety, must be read in a Brian Williams voice].
TimeDelayed sources en el periférico de un espectacular:
1. Muñoz, E., Becerril, J., en RadioFormula; “Fallece bombero al caer cuando intentaba desconectar espectacular que transmitía video ‘porno'”. VÍA: www .reddit /r/ mexico
En México, los arneses son ensambles para la industria automotriz —no artefactos de SEGURIDAD en el CAMPO laboral. —|— Al regresar: Un Uso Justo de todos los medios y las noticias del “porno” con Denise Maerker y Carlos Loret de Mola, video dirigido y “Hecho en México” por Duncan Bridgeman, Guión: Pantelion Films y Televisa; Elenco: Las Estrellas. Música: Los Putos de Molotov.
