Don’t touch them ashes, youse gonna kneed’Em# for Wednesday in Mars, and if you love Argentinian telenovelas you’re gonna love La Nueva España. By Eugene Robinson.
Amarillo by Morning… Service Una Vaila en Notimex.
Trust Mí, that nigger’s BEEN to La Argentina, Gene ran the local Presse Shop Pibes at The Rex, cheap copy of El Paso, Texas, Central Theater 🎭 and it is here where mi padrino don Germán Genaro Cipriano Teodoro Gómez Valdés y Castillo picks up miss Farrington. It’s her last ride but before Pato‘s cocodrilo cruises withTongolele to the other side of the tracks the two embark on a trip to “the smallest city-then” to ever host a World’s Fair and the first, David Frost might have added, the first to have the distinction to be attended by the Soviet Union. The year is 1974 and a year has passed since Tin Tan kicked the bucket.
In Santiago, at the time of Tin Tan’s passing, so did democracy in Chile.
America : a complete unknown
80 years of Bob Dylan’s fireside radio show and the collapse of post-WWII Ronald Reagan Military-Industrial style democracy.
Still to come, The Battle of The Econo Babes, get that blonde off the set!
Don’t Worry About Me (Ramones) vS Eye’ll Bee D.A.R.E For Ewe (Bon Jovi)
³~. It’s like hooked on phonics for white people who can’t understand Eubonics and/or Jive Talk.
Showtime at The Apollo, 3éme Arrondissement, 75000—CEDEX via Orly-sur-Rungis.
But first, Sam Stein is so 2016… and Ugly Mexicans still don’t give a Flying Circus because LOKI, Jon Meachum, LOKI is the only thing that matters at Buzzfeed. Eddie Gloude reconstructs “My Nigga’s in Paris” and Eye swear that Armando Segovia, that’s Mí, is knot making this shit up…
at the close of this segment, no word if North, Saint, Chicago or, PsalmWEST made the game… Goooooooo, Bostonnes!
Le rockeur a chante «Bark at the Moon» au moment précis de l’éclipse du 21 août (2017), lors d’un festival à Illinois aux Etats-Unis.
Deer, Dr. Kenji* on the Willie Geist Show, coincidentally, do you think that the Jay-Z and his baby daughter at the NBA Finals clip after the Eddie Gloude Junior ‘re-construction’ segment was like Providence in Rhode Island?… Let’s ask “shifty the impregnator”.
Because Willie Geist hates Bone Movies… if he is not the star of the tube, or maybe it’s because ‘that guy’ from the All In Show, a friend of ‘the’ Hamilton… the son-of-a-bitch dared to call the moon a dead Rock in the sky, —or something like that.
After the break, it’s “Cousin Joe got ran over by a CRAZY TRAIN” and the War Pigs are about to take the power, it’s August of 2017, and the deplorables were just a figment of the FBI’s imagination.
HAMBURGERS IN PARADISE are 16€ without fries… and the Chef shrunk the beef, Patty, and the Republican MACE in South Carolina just Fry’d RICE at Trump Tower.
You don’t Understand, look here, when the New York Times does it, then it’s not an attack on the political soverengty of the Back Yard extension of the House that Columbia built.
El elevador de la Casa de Maureen Dowd, en Nueva York, no marcha… PAS! }—~~~~*> Ni modo Pepe Meade, va usted a tener que subir por las escaleras.
In other news, Alejandro Trebek, en el rol de Gael García Bernal, se receta unos tragos de Ginebra en Suiza para pedir a la ONU y a los gobiernos de todo el mundo que le aprieten las tuercas al gobierno de México para terminar con LA PUTA IMPUNIDAD… pero como EUROPA ahorita anda mas OKUPADA por Rusia, misma que dizque anda envenenando a espias… o algo así, y luego por si faltara más, San Dieguito, ya ves como va todo el gran pedo con Syria.
Neta que no… ¡así no se puede!
En Fin, bravo por el esfuerzo en LA GRAN PANTALLA POLÍTICA MUNDIAL.
Hey there Bill Maher, you Devil YOU. Today is March the Third of 2018 But Of Course, WE [The U.S. of A.] Meddled in other countries Elections, “You ‘Betcha,”… said an Alaskan Fake Jew*. … By-the-Güey, do say hello to Professor “picky, picky, picky” Meacham.
*… and no, we [the staff] don’t have Jewish grandmothers,
but we don’t care, we love’ya anygüey.
You Betcha!
Al Regresar,
en la Novela de las seis:
Aspersions on Eric Holder’s asparagus, we [the staff] learn what a picky-picky-picky Double Standard is, from our Paris Bureau, Aux Champs–Élysées… where else, eh?
… and still to come,
we [the staff]
remind Brontis à La Préfecturede La Cité
—where else, eh?
what a CARPETAZO is.
So stick around, ‘cus shit’s about to get thick… “il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysées.”
Las Fuentes de doña Vilma aux Champs-Élysées, follow.
Maher, W., “Real Time with Bill Maher; Season 16, Episode 6″… Plot:
in this episode; Mr. Maher reels in Cousin Joe’s history professor, Dr. Jon Meachum, and ‘the’ former Attorney General of the U.S., Eric Holderby framing one of the many fuck up’s of the current president of the United States, and using the cliffhanger plot device of the SPY vs. SPY, security clearance, sabotaging of OUR election by 13 Russians or something like that…
– Holder:
Yeah; we were attacked, I mean it wasn’t a physical atack, it was an “electronic” attack on the most vital of our systems, and he’s done absolutely nothing to prepare us for what is to come… in 2018 and they’re gonna come in 2020.
[Audience Claps]
– Meachum:
You know… the analogy for what Putin did is the Third Reich. In the 1940 presidential campaign, Hitler’s government spent money in the American campaign, they bought newspaper ads; yadda – yadda – yadda… they were spending money too, and that was an act of war – Dick Cheney said it was an act of war.
[Omnipresent Voice,
Mel Brooks in the role of
Louis XVI, in “History of the World, part One”]
– King Louis:
You know, “it’s good to be the king”, and if the Meach is going to be quoting “Lord Vader” of The Daily Show with Jon Stewart you know that we are “jusqu’au cou” in deep “scheisse“.
– Meachum:
… if the Russians did it, it was an act of war…
[Maher interrupts the Meach’s train of American Exceptionalism thought]
– Maher:
But we’ve done it. We’ve meddled in Peoples elections.
– King Louis:
This is what “The Greatest” and Howard Cosellwould call
“The Rope a Dope” technique, and Jon Meachum, knows it… Eric Holder is about to have an Octavio Paz uncomfortable moment,
just like the one that the favorite “señorito” of el Servicio Exterior Mexicano [Paz] had with a guy named Mario Vargas Llosa.
