It’s National German Chocolate Cake Day in the U.S.

Check your calendars, Marie!… after the break, it’s Willy Wonka welcomes Captain Sparrow to the show.


—. 323 B.C. to celebrate the apology of Gen. Mark Milley, the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, for accompanying President Trump to a photo–op, Alexander The Great stopped Spinning in his grave.

—. 1979 C.E. to usher in professor Eddie Gloude Jr’s. upcoming book on False Ideologies and make–believe heros, John Wayne, a.k.a. “El Duque” succumbs to a very clear and present danger in the patterns of advertisements of “The Marlboro Man”… like our fearless commander–in–chief, John Wayne pretended to be a military leader, but dodged his tour–of–Duty in a Hollywood Land studio.


1000 chistes

1000 chistes no tiene chiste, period!

1852 —. Forced out of their land a group of Seminoles end up settling in the Mexican State of Coahuila de Zaragoza; known as the tribu de los indios (negros) mascogos, Juneteenth is also a part of Old México. 

2020 —. Heidi Pryzbyla is back on Deadline. Summoned by an Egyptian coincidence vase, Heidi had no choice but to rise again. Nick Confessore discovers the code within the Egyptian Vase and now the Wallace is getting all giddy about, IT! Always the showboat, Mr. Confessore understands the theater of props and sits in front of bookcase that makes a Barns & Noble empty brick–and–mortar storefront look like a newsstand.

Onomastic Tautologies

Did you know that the 5 second ruhle applies to a dropped ice–cream cone? INDEED, May–dee (punto y coma) Aussi, Regina King, did you know that your callsign is an onomastic tautology? .::. Now in the name of Captain Sparrow, Eye is commandeering this Ship from The Commodore.

2020 —. Not to be outdone by Olympic legend, Bruce Jenner, Lionel Ritchie went ahead and turned himself into a beautiful princess… and she’s funny, Aussi, The 1984 diving giant also dropped his manly name “Bruce” for the more palatable, Amber, and then switched from jumping overboard to running Decathlons in Amsterdam… or something like D.A.T., period — Also (punto y coma) and, Aussi, it’s A BiG ALSO Mateo MacConaughany: öüï, the staff just CRASHED a 1000 party celebration on the Seth Meyers Show, and Lemmi’tell you something, young man, COMEDIC Nepotism is no way to get through life. Why–if–Eye–had an SNL toadie at my disposal, like say… —your brother— i’d have my mom redact all of my French jokes for Mí while sipping cocktails at the Peacock Lounge

And now, a message to our President of them United States of America: 

Imagine that

Imagine if the Streets of Bakersfield or the Barrios in San Jose, California would have burned the Okies dance halls down. Not cool mr. president, not cool.

Sir, because we [the humble staff, of this most non–consequential blog] have witnessed in Real Time, not via the news on a TV screen the take–down of a racist memorial on a U.S. Military Base (Forrest Road at Fort Bliss, Texas 79916) we can attest before Ivanka’s, or any of the women in your life bibles, that those racists symbols can be torn down from the spotlight. Mind you, Forrest Road was installed in memory of Forrest Gump grand Dragon-daddy, so if Tom Hanks–es–es (fake KKK sibling) can be put in storage at a museum, why not Seth Myers (Telegram) Bragg, eh? Anyhow, Mr. President: LONG LIVE CASSIDY ROAD. And remember, “The Deseret Never Lies!”

Like a nopal flower on a pillowcase: https ://www .deseret .com /2000/8/1/ 19521338 /confederate-general-s-name-removed-from-army-s-road

Weekend Update… or something like D.A.T.

Dear, Rachel Maddow… Eye did not expect for you to hold any political taboos; Sin Embargo, Steve Schmitt’s awkward silence at sign–off last night on your show precipitates our long held theory that you suffer from Kent Clarkson* disease…

Did you know

Check the date —_•¡•_— In an unprecedented move, The United States of America went ahead, —y con lujo de violencia— snatched from the very French, the invention of chauvinismOh, the humanity .:. 355DAE20-6740-4DEF-9BB3-C43C68867C2E 🤸🏻‍♀️ … and it is ALL, Senator Susan Collins (R-MAINE) fault.

Musical Guest:
Hit Song promo:
Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive


Anyhow, Rachel Maddow, Chet Baker is playing at The Priviledge Café, or something like that and he ain’t about to go back Home just yet… de cualquier manera, Rachel Maddow, Eye does not know if your producers have brought it up on them hi–speed low–drag Zoom©️ meetings before TRMS, but Sweetheart, MSNBC has a reddit account!

https:// old .reddit .com /r /msnbc /comments /gx70ly /schmidt_trump_barr_building_thugocracy_with/

ISSY, Rachel Maddow, that D.A.R.E cold platter of fished–for–sport truchas sounds funnier if your Producers use a Lee Treviño voice, you know, Grizzly Adams, like in the Happy Gilmore Movie… and for the record, so do you. Así que no te me vayas a morder tu lengua the next time you box an “armed to the motherfucking teeth” make america great again psychopath like the specimen in the screen-grab below ⬇️ with the other part of the Melting Pot that is: the Front Page of The Internet.

 Where the Buffalo r.o.a.m.
Storm Troopers in BLUE
will stomp and spin after the f.A.C.T.

Grandpa got ran over by a p.i.g. squad

Grandpa got ran over by a p.i.g. squad .::. CE9B656C-2DD1-4CA6-A33B-12DB3A23084D 🌬💨 So, Raquelito, please make a mental note that the 15th letter or 4th vowel of the regular LATIN alphabet (that is you know, not Pig Latin or that other fickle fad called “latin-ex” that pandering politicians are using now–a–days), added after the IT part which makes up the suffix to your beautiful Castilian (or Spanish if you’ve never been) name is being used in the traditional form of endearment used by THE PEOPLE THAT CRISTOBAL brought to a place that he thought were “the” Indias. 🌪 So, Ms. Maddow, please don’t go getting your boxers all in a bunch (somehow öüï cannot arrive at picturing you in one of them La Perla’s lingerie that our better devils once sent as a visual gift to Heidi Pryzbyla; look IT up) “equating” the letter « O » with that progressive gender-sensitive awareness for the cervantino language is fine for Shakespeare on The Rocks crowd, heck, not even the Krauts go for that there GENDERfication of names… Gknow Güat Eye Means, Rachel?Anyhow, DOES ANYBODY REMEMBER HEIDI?

_.ζ+~~~~~~~~~~ξ… this is not a sewn snake puppet from an already established universe, Mr. Meyers. And, please get ready to play:


But first, it’s time to check what Time it is on the U.S. Military Clock, and according to el mundo de Le Monde, the clock is taking a licking but for the moment it appears that it keeps on ticking.

… in any case scenario, Rachel Maddow, and there are many, many, many scenarios, the good thing about this most non–consequential blog is that as the snapshot below ⬇️ will show, is that öüï are all in the same boat and, mi querida primetime pundit, and we did not chose the Tiananmen Square efeméride, if Eye told you that the efeméride chose the occasion that the Reverend Al Sharpton led yesterday. So Eye will leave IT!, at D.A.T., period

Say it loud!

Say it loud! .:. EDC47C51-CEE5-4873-AC36-5BA6BCBF1806 🦠 “¡Arriba los Tiburones!”

“Eres un Para–Un ParaSiTo”… Live desde Perros Bravos Côte da’Süre

And Now, Ladies in Gemini.
Live from la ciudad de los canes del 7° Arte, its* ShowTime: (o como dicen los franceses: Su happy-hour)

[Musical Intro]
El Son de La Negra
[Zapateado por]:
La “Ñ” de El Negro

The Trail of the French Missing Boobs in Scotland

The Trail of the French Missing Boobs in Scotland — A Weekend Update.

3,2,1… SILENZIO!!!

Señoras y señores; señoritas [tal vez], la Vida es un Popurrí.

Product placement (NSFW):

“¡What a Raqueta!”, se dijo así mismo, Semolina pilchard.

—But of course!
It shows all the elements of a serial Jerk.

“And all of the perks of an asshole at The Paris Automobile Club, Boss,” said Luc Fregón, who was waiting on a friend  on at 72nd and Broadway.

— Are you saying that the missing French boobies could be tied up to the father of the Bride?

… [Y] ya todo el poker de reyes sabe como se pone el pinche Luc de Fregón cuando se le cruzan los cables, comenta Fletcher F. Fletch.

Take It

Just take the PiPis–es–esas

Take It. You Know You’ve got it.

"¿Que tal sobre el primer Oscar para tí?"

Sin Contexto, en egipcio para “El Negro”: “¿Que tal sobre el primer Oscar para tí?”… Saludos desde el otrora HuffPost (du Mexique).

Sin Contexto, en hangul:

“¿Qué tal sobre?”, le replica DiCaprio, a lo que la chica replica: “Por tu Oscar”. Las preguntas pasan a ser una conversación de besugos y la cara del flamante ganador lo denota: “Sí, está genial”, dice ya con la sonrisa asomando, tras lo que Iñárritu suelta una sonora carcajada en la que le corea toda la sala de prensa.

La periodista (de la que no se ve la cara ni cómo reacciona) no ceja en su empeño: “Es un primero, ¿qué tal sobre él?”. Sin poder contener la risa, DiCaprio le da la respuesta más correcta que puede, saliendo airoso y siendo bastante educado (no como Iñárritu):..

Quien (mira como gira el mundo) apenas hace unas horas entregase Los Palmares de Cannes SONANDO como un egipcio en apuros en un RICE patty, as Marcelus Wallace (no relation to the Purple Pundit) was there, waiting with Pitbull and a couple of “hard–piping niggas” para VOLVER(te) a ver, Renacido.

From Perros Bravos en la región de PACA(s), HEIDI  Przybyla reports.

Night and Day, baby, —Day and Night.

The Thin Red Line 72nd Edition

The Thin Red Line 72nd Edition. En egipcio.