They to They, chaos … South Park vS. Donald John Trump

And on a They, like too, They… the Lorde our God fucked The U.S.A., and Representative Maud Gatel, it’s sort’of, kind’ah, like your MoDem President and the Big French Reshuffling of the Ministries.

They to They chaos… Thanks, Obama! Now bring back Ctrl+Alt+Del.

 

Once a-gain, I ask again, what is the definition of a Mexican Standoff on The Hill, with reverberation in Strasbourg, France… I don’t know, in Paris, France, it has to do with how supermarkets and franchised corner stores operate under Grabiel At All’s Régime and the price of a cold beer³.

³~. Of Course When the France does it, it’s not highway robbery 12/27/2023.

Now, to un-bundle the context of the last line of pure unadulterated French Bashing (and England… phuck Ewe tú)… one has to rewind back to the 2024 Martin Luther King’s edition of this most non-consecuential blog, with that in mind, Representative Maud Gatel left “the place where Évry body knows your name” with Mí thinking that, Eye repeat, with Mí thinking that her séance during the Ordinary session of January 18 (09h00 C.E.T.) would be dealing with French national security and Ukraine getting fucked.

https ://www .assemblee-nationale .fr /dyn /16 /comptes-rendus  /seance /session-ordinaire-de-2023-2024 /premiere-seance-du-jeudi-18-janvier-2024

Instead, Mme. Naïma Moutcbou, opened the mic 🎤 to the Commission for the Evaluation of Official Development Assistance, which has to do with how the French agriculture Euros, and Frog expertise is distributed in shit-hole countries like México (C.F.E.*) or tropical paradises such as Colombia and/or the melting Arctic.

On that day I was waiting for the Ukraine part from Mme. Gatel on the 17th of last month, I’ve must have missed that section of the discourse; instead, the news from The Supreme Court in the U.S. just pulled out (moments ago in EST) a Groundhog out the places where the sun don’t shine and practically destroyed South Park’s argument before The Supremes to keep Ukraine worst enemy on the ballot box that will dissolve nato/otan.

Of course, when the France does it, it’s not highway robbery

No hay quién resista un cañonazo de 500,000 pesos, o algo así se leía en el Museo d’Arte Moderno de París, madame.

 

And Eye quotes, “Wow, »… a motherfucking Maya. At what point do We give a shit? Or so the new favorite goes. Too bad it’s all recorded now.

Don’t let, Mí, be miss understood.

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /fip /podcasts /club-jazzafip /le-jazz-pastoral-contemporain-de-maya-dunietz

After a joint, it’s another segment of, “ Como Quieras Quiero, and in any posture »… Let Mí, Maya, open yer hands, let’s dance… Hope you guess my name 💋

Previously on Joan Manuel Serrat speaks about Georges Brassens:

1,033 EUROS PER NIGHT ON AVERAGE: HOW PARISIAN HOTELS ARE INFLATING PRICES FOR THE OPENING CEREMONY OF THE OLYMPICS

¡Qué lindo caga el señor?

En Tabasco no pasa nada.

according to, Uno de mi calle me ha dicho que tiene un amigo que dice conocer un tipo que dicen que un día fue feliz.

This is why nobody likes you, BFMTV, because you spread miss information around the CNEWS catholics.

But Ewe don’t have to go to The Vatican to find out, take for instance the Franprix in front of Bergoglio’s embassy on the Ave. du Président Wilson, just below de Md’AM and López Obrador’s embassy on Iéna. For the record, professor Buen Abad, this is the quadrant where John Mill Ackerman met me, and very nervously gave me a hug, perhaps thinking that I was going to embarras him and his lovely family. Raphaël Morán was there and so was the early version of MORENA-Francia, los tales, #yosoy132academicos.

Any how, a warm 1.92 Euro beer, jumps to 3.50 Euros if one takes the beer out of the fridge, and this on the day that France’s Ministry of Energy is touting the world for their highest-ever energy export to Eastern Europe. For the record, anything east of Gérard Depardieu is considered The Eastern Block.

https://www.reuters.com/business/energy/sweden-tops-france-europes-largest-net-power-exporter-2022-08-10/

Now, besides the price hike what really sucks is that there is only one (of two) cashier workers tending the payment line and that fucker (the customer line, not the motherfucker behind the Chink-chink machine) tends to get pretty long, so it’s only after the aforementioned beer gets scanned that the paying customer learns of the price hike as there is no price sticker, nor a sign on the refrigerator’s window.

https ://www .bfmtv .com /economie /consommation  /1-033-euros-la-nuit-en-moyenne-comment-les-hotels-parisiens-gonflent-les-prix-pour-la-ceremonie-d-ouverture-des-jo_AV

Meanwhile at any given tourism resort in some paradise shithole of the underdeveloped world, it’s “mande usted… please, take my underage undergraduate daughter, any thing to be among the Alliance française guest list,” just like in Havana, Cuba, when Fulgencio was a majority shareholder in Cuba’s donkey shows spectacle.