It’s 4 o’Clock in Central NATO Time…

Eye think Eye’am turning Japanese — on a Mexican Radio

Coming up:
El Reporte de Los putos Puentes
… and if Eye hurry,
Eye reckon that Eye can still
make Cheyenne.

Flaco Jimenez…El Samurai de los norteños “del” Norte… “Take it Away!”.

Ladies in Gemeni, get your “Pantalón Blue Jean” ready… es la hora de “El Taconazo” con Freddie Fender, Los Texas Tornados —Hey BABY Qué Pasó?… El Johnny Canales and of course:Friends

À París it’s the Eighteen Hundred Hour and over at Benson’s place it’s 10 in the morning…
but if they (the democrats) hurry,
well, we [the staff] reckon THAT they too,
Can Still Make Cheyenne and catch The Jazz hour at 19 hundred hours in Central Siren Time

just–in–Time before Trump goes the way of
Mad George nº III.


Breaking The News – Ocean Front Property

Right about now,
someone is Lost in Paris
and it’s the bottom of 3 o’Clock in Central NATO Time

Location, location, location…. Silenzio—ACCIÓN!!! — Sinema follows.

Mean while Trump, over on Book TV, shit–kicking troubador George Strait talks Led Zeppelin goes here, aeroplanos, and of course, The Process… marvel at that.

Blame it on Mexico
TimeStamp 16.20 in CET

[Man outside of a Tombstone watering hole is reading the Tucson Rif-Raf and he is heard thinking out loud. It’s 8.20 in Mountain Time.]

—¡Hay, Wey!… Eye reckon that we should take a look at them “Golden Gate keys for free”.

[So, as the 2018 Midterm Election continues with the vote verification and other assorted vote counting tasks, the ‘blue wave’ continued to move inland and quench another Republican red spot on the electoral map, and one of the most “picantes” out there.]

Mini Digresión:

Heck, —Why, Joe Arpaio— that racist son–of–a–gun resides there— he calls the Gila Bend and the Organ National Park his “little” Tennessee. Why, that racist Dragoon (Arpio, not The Thing, there) makes Patagonia and the Buenos Aires Wildlife Refuge his hunting ground. Now, with an imaginary God (Bowie) as my Witness*, i do hope that someday, Eloy, or (mr.) Naco get to piss on “his” goddamned racist Tombstone.

*. Rambo’s imaginary birthplace…
Ewe know, the kind of “imaginary” soldiers that Our Current president
tries to emulate on the political world stage;
es decir, Linda,
haciendo todo mierda con su “experiencia militar”.

Full disclosure, we [the staff] are big fans of Tucson (Don Lalo, querida Linda, was from one side of them Railroad Tracks) and of course Douglas, too.

… ISSY, Right Now, at 17.55 on the Central Seine Wave it’s the ONE-FINGER salute to the Eagles of Death Metal… fuck them and fuck their SilverLake y su pinche NRA.

We now return to our regular programming.
Please, for the love of that imaginary god,
We Urge to Not Try, we [the staff] repeat:
Do Not Try to Adjust Your Settings.

TimeNow: Stairway to a Mexican Hat, via Page
Arizona, —of course, at the 20 minute mark of the V hour
in CET.

Right now, however we [the staff] switch it over to The Avengers on a Blue Wave and frequency hop our way to Jupiter’s court where a Connect–i–Cut Yankee is about to ax his chords through a Siren’s Den… or something like that!

Jazz from Abroad returns.
It’s a, Secret in Three Views
at 18.20’ish in Central Europe Time.