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Foreword to my favorite French Gendarme:
Louis de Funès

Fall Semester 2020

Fall Semester 2020 .::. B5BD6CD7-DC9F-4964-90EE-6BB0E8117C85 🐤 BRANDING 101 with: professor Tom Friedman… don’t bee late.

For the record, as stated on the « Fiche de Mise a Disposition » with a timestamp of May 25, 2010 at 16h10 in Central Europe Time, please be advised that i, Armando Segovia, (California, U.S.A.) never set foot on La Place de La Concorde; no Sir and/or Madame. The exact place where the gendarme from the 45th Regiment 7th Platoon handcuffed me was at the corner of The United States Embassy 2 rue Gabriel (75008).

Dear, Mr. Dorsey

Dear, Mr. Dorsey… fip called, they want their Logo back!

Technically, La Place de La Concord begins when one sets foot and/or wheels on the traffic circle which, AS EYE HAVE stated previously on this most non–consequential blog, was designed to MIRROR our Solar System in The Milky Way (ref. Scott Onstott) with the traffic mimicking the planets going around Louis XV. This little piece of annotated evidence is important (for the arrest record) given that my CALL TO ATTENTION TO the mocking that Donald John Trump made on Memorial Day weekend of All WHO Made The Ultimate Sacrifice in all of the different fields of battle, including the ones that might be forgotten, like the little SPANISH incident which inspired Mika Brzezinski to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro, and Metallica to write FOR WHOM THE BELLS [A]TOLL, was made on AMERICAN SOIL and not on French grounds.

Dear, Jack Dorsey

Dear, Jack Dorsey… stop acting like HENRY FORD, your blind EYE towards Donald John Trump (the citizen) is analogous to Mr. Ford’s support of the Third Reich; and you give my favorite radio station a bad name, you Son of A BItch! Please place a burning piece of Iron where you tagged “fip” on your body and scar yo’self… motherfucker.

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Must show Bright Side of Life section:

Hey, Lenard… what’s up nigga!

So, A.M. Joy suits you all up an makes you look all dapper looking and all of a sudden you got a point to motherfucking make!

If Eye was a Pimp

If Eye was a nigga … wait for it, WAIT.

Nigga, it better be a recollection. Eye is going to take a nap now, wake up–then masturbate (to clear the pipes) and Eye Will Be Listening to your rap, nigga. So, sleep tight (motherfucker), because it’s just Nine o’Clock in New York, New York… at the Paris underground (Sir) it’s 3 in Tha Mow’r–ning.

It’s Two o’Clock, in Central Europe Time.

First, the News.

As the United States quickly approaches another milestone, the 100,000 deaths from the COVID–19 pandemic, Donald John Trump, the 45th President of The United States spent part of Saturday playing golf in Virginia, while the “merchants of doubt*” begin to cue the MAGA cult about fake Coronavirus deaths… or something like that.

In-house Advertorial.

Oh, hey Jack Dorsey, you French bobo-looking sonofavitch! Happy Memorial Day Weekend. You know what the good thing about this most non–consequential blog is? Of course you don’t, —motherfucker— because the fip Sirens don’t read this blog,

[hey Suzy, my heart still belongs to you even if you went ahead and cut MONTY Alexander on the third copla of Bob Marley’s “Stir it up” last night before the start of Club Jazzàfip… way to Scratch D.A.T. Up! mi negra]

anygüey, Mr. Dorsey (Sir, S.V.P.) Eye was thinking that a most excellent way to spend the Spare Change that Twitter™️ makes from every motherfucking Donald John Trump it, would be by purchasing THE ENTIRE SECTION “A” of the national newspaper of your choice and print THE Entire “First 100,000” victims of the COVID–19 pandemic and dedicate it to The Entire STAFF (not the workers, but the sycophantic Staff) at The White House.

COME ON, nigga! Think About, IT!… it will be like an “indelible tattoo” for the Administration’s worst FAILURE.

We now return to our regular programming…