Six Degrees of Monty, with Katty Kay

Historicity … it’s the diva of past events, which is why Katty Kay can score front row seats to all of Montgomery’s vernissages-es-es, but Katty prefers the one’s where she is not invited to, like the annual recreation of Patton’s search for Pancho Villa in Columbus, New Mexico.

Fuck yoU, Nancy Reagan… and your actor president Aussi³!

COTEJADO… Bootes Boötis Bisous Barber 💋.

 

³~. Sincerely, Rock Hudson at The American Hospital in Levallois, Île-de-Pécresse.

Say no to The Regan* legacy… I’m Sirius and happy New 🌑 Moon, fuckers.

 

*~. Sorry if Eye misspelt your fucking National Airport’s nomenclature.

Any how, this is The War On Peace Report… now with Mexican Fentanyl de la china poblana de BOTZARIS, FRANCIA. And what better color than the very color that represents a certain shade of Pink, and that shade of course is R 228, G 0, B 124, “hot pink” or simply, Mexican Pink. Issy, G.L.O.R.I.A. this segment is narrated by La Barbie.

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מלחמת בזק

please be advised that the maker of this most non-consequential blog do(es) (k)not select the Events of the day, nor the quick snapshots by those who for better or worse made history today. Por ejemplo, Field Marshall Carlin agrees, Benjamin Netanyahu’s Blitzkrieg into Poland… wait, (k)not Poland, but a place called Gaza is making Field Marshall Rommel cringe.

With that out of the way, just a mere few hours after Mexican President, Andrés Manuel López Obra d’Or, condecorated General Cienfuegos (Kike’s secretary of national defense), don AMLO celebrated Nancy Reagan’s war on “niggers” and “spics” in the United States of the 1980’s by committing the Mexican Army to intensify the fight against “CRACK COCAINE”, after one of his unmistakable soapbox deliveries at the crack of dawn, no pun intended.

72 virgins eh? I told you, “yo no busco, —encuentro.”

The Thyme Warp factor, pay no attention to magnetic North in these frame, it’s only the space 🌌 that bends when real time gets synched with planet Earth, i’m Sirius but don’t take my Word for, IT!, pediod!

So, if you are wondering why Rosa Mexicano instead of Rosa Mexicana, well that would be on account of the 60th Anniversary 🕯️ of La Vie En Rose, of course, and besides it’s tonight’s homework on The Telerama, and it’s a very Chomski thing to print.

🏜️ 🦊

Beautiful Loser… 🏜️ 🦊, he was General George C. Scott’s “Pancho Villa” at the Octoberfest of 1944 in North Africa of all places, best Nazi ever, so much so that he’s become the exception to the Godwin Rules of combat. A mere 15 years later, (una quinceañera, pues) in 1959 a beloved actor who once played the role of Robin Hood, but with a Third Reich accent, died without ever facing a firing squad for spying for the Nazies and for trafficking weapons of war out of the Port of Veracruz and over to Vigo, Spain

Unlike other Robin Hoods… I can speak with a dejo republicano.

 

Looking back at Ronnie Wood, yes, that Ron, it takes a special “hoodlum” to pull a Donald John Trump on behalf of the Falange and use, Paris, no less, and probably with the aid of their future MINISTER of Culture, monsieur Malraux, to promote a cheesy Hollywood film.

Of graves 🪦 and graves grammar 🇺🇸 pronounced: peek•poohs

O Ladies in Gemini, con ustedes, The Paris Tourism Board.

Louise Michel is at the mound, and the Mademoiselle d’Ayen is at the plate, and in TROU French fashion (no pun intended at Lafayette’s Gallery) the Paris Tourism Board designated the grand daughter of Ol’ Guts and Glory to throw the ceremonial first pitch at Picpus Stadium. On our next section Öüï head back to Ciudad Juaréz, Chihuahua, where Professor Quintana (of morena-francia / Acción NATIONAL fame at the IHEAL) and 500 horsemen re-enact General Pershing’s persuit of a bad Fello’ called GENERAL Francisco VillaOld Gringo Brice and Zimmerman are standing-by in Hidalgo del Parral, casi entronque con Rodeo, Durango en Inde.

Live from the Hanoi Hilton… on a Holiday Inn.

Hotel 🇨🇵 Métropole… Frivolité en fip. Public 📻, today it’s a fucking french spa. Colonialistes! The whole hexagone of youse, shouted the Jacobins who are just joining the Terror Gardens at Nation where the “last of the French people’s king” is about to enrage a los ancestros of the French version of don Ándres Mélenchon en l’Alliance Française de Chapultepec³.

Here we are now.

 

14h05… Picpus remains the same… exclusive, to go say the least, even with all them Crackers outside on the street.

Quema Cocos Por Paname.

After the break, Governor “Green Witch” Withmer, I will tell you how your constituents, middle school pedagogs no less, starred as the stingy-entitled-UGLY-opportunistic-NETWORK of Americans in Paris. And if you need coordinates, ask the future author of Lafayette’s wife fiction-ography, she spoke to those fuckers and even exchanged présentation cards, next to the General’s grave, Madisonian democracy at it’s most bare.

Lulu the grey Husky there,
and her human
can not let me tell a lie, Martha…
🪓

Léon Gautier, the last survivor of the 177 members of the Kieffer Commando, who landed on the beaches of Normandy to help liberate France on June 6, 1944, died on Monday, July 3 at the age of 100.

Öüï salutes that dirty, rotten, frog.

My name is Armando, soy gerundio g’diondo³ del Nazas, —pero no soy mocho mozo de los Nazis de Nantes en Angers.

³~. Del lat. vulg. *foetibundus, de foetēre ‘heder‘.


Grabando graves con el Excmo. señor Embajador J–P Asvasadourian en gravelandia🪦 de los graves 🤕 grabados 📼.

 

Llanamente hablando

⁵~. adj. Dit du style : Qu’il se distingue par sa circonspection , son décorum et sa noblesse.
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