Tlaloc spared La Serie del Caribe pero El Chupacabras se perfila al Doral Nacionalista de Donald Trump. The Atlantic for children follows.
Besos desde Buckingham Palace, Venezia Thyming follows ; Aussi, period
European Model spoiler alert follows ; lyrics are courtesy of La Jornada de la HYSTERIA de Pepe Tomás Elliott, de Def Leppard en Hong Kong.
Dear, Cousn Joe, don’t bee a Chuck Todd with Elrod.
“Hold the Line,” Mad Dog—6 dixit on The Atlantic, After Action Review follows… but First, Fidel is transliterating Jair Bolsorano and Donald Trump.
“Segunda cuestión, Bolsonaro es el máximo responsable del incremento de los incendios. Ya desde su campaña electoral inició una campaña de descalificación de las instituciones, leyes, regulaciones y multas dedicadas a la protección de la selva amazónica / Frontera de donald trump… I will pardon you, Take the Land.”
A funny thing happened…
Bambi is at the Mound, and former Nicolle Wallace’s Attorney General of the U.S., Antonio Gonzalez (sin acento) is wearing a catcher’s mask.
Fidel is at the plate, and Cancer is a circumstance that The Border Patrol and I.C.E. know one thing about. The file nº: Luis Posada Carriles. He (the former Bush the FOist “operator”) was given leniency because of his skin condition. C’mon, I.C.E. you have it in you, save another cancer victim, if you guys can make an exception for a terrorist like Luis Posada Carriles, why would you fuckers not warm your heart for a kid wit a 33-day get-da’-fuck- out of my Land notice from the LAW.