🎶 We’ll meet AGAIN .:. C904E6EE-744E-43EA-8896-E9BD4A3AB273 🕉 … 🎵 don’t know When, don’t know Where—but we’ll meet again SOME day. —_•!•_— And, if you understand the parallel between “un mundo raro” and “un mundo de AMLO” is probably because if you, as a MEXICAN GOVERNMENT pitchman, are going to push fairy tales about moving to a “democratic change”, without holding the last President of México accountable for the corruption that you, as a newly elected Mexican president, then there really isn’t a real democratic change; EVEN IF, professor Ackerman, your wife’s boss sends a New Year gift to Florence Cassez in the form of Genaro García Luna, courtesy of the (backroom deal) for the NAFTA replacement capricious trade deal, where México sold the maquila workers to “GRINGO” work inspectors with diplomatic badges… or something like that. 💩 P.S.: Profesor Salmerón Sanguinés, ¿cuál pinche Revolución? pues.
Previously on, “A ver qué dice el marido”, con Juan Molino Campos–hombre:
Nuestro heroe, —sin acento— le dijo a la mujer, “vieja, tira paro y dile al pueblo —güeno— que el día 9 de marzo, me dan ganas de tirar güeva,” a lo que la ‘ñora del hombre responde, “’ora pues, viejo, nada más una cosa, ¿se las dejo ca’e de jilo, o suavecito?”
Cheap Trick! .:. E5CE6455-53C2-4C60-AD69-0336C4CEE803 —^•..•^— La 🐄… Surrender but don’t “jump to conclussions” in your office space. 🧶 Hold it now, because we [the staff] have used Godwin’s Law with the frogs (a time or two) öüï are going to play Devils Advocate for the MAD Catholic on our favorite punditry source, Phil Graham’s msnbc’s; once we [the staff] are done advocating for this rich Irish sonavabitch ÖÛÏ are going to go full Men–At–Work on the 19 hundred hour timeslot in Eastern Standard Time, so WITT D.A.T. in mind, “hang on to yourself” here comes “The Blitzkreig” ISSY, —motherfuckers— it will be Dictated in “Oddball’s” woof’s! 🤠
Say it Ain’t So… “Let’s Play Hardball”
🎶 Now, now, settle down my boy
eat your peas and gravy
(Men at Work / Ron Strykert)
Teeny Tiny Cat approves .:. 8D98C017-3A7B-4D7B-812B-13A0AC799E94 —^. .^— The Cat Abides. Yesterday applies to 02/24/2020 in the Continental U.S., because in Hilo, Hawaii it is still Monday, February 24, 2020. Today is Feb. 25th, 2020.
Dearest, Heidi Przybyla, nevermind Bernie’s heart, nobody is perfect and nobody lives forever, and besides, that is what the Vice and the Speaker are for. By your standard, Christopher Reeve would have been a great president… until he got on a horse, eh!
Any güey, mr. Matthews, “as far back as Eye can remember,” the All Seeing Eye on the back of the U.S. Dollar bill has been the Cult that the republican party has Literally Worshiped, and now you are worried that someone who actually wants to walk closer to that imaginary GOD that you preach to, and stop Him (Your American Lord Jesus) from commanding little old ladies (like Cousin Joe’s mom in Alabama) to send in their money to the televangelist church so that the preacher man can buy a new jet airplane, you —motherfuckers— want to scare the Dick Van Dyke fans from voting for the candidate who wants to give that money back to the health care system that aunt Scarborough so desperately needs, really highlights what interests you are cable casting/streaming to, eh‽
Now that you have no choice but to talk about Senator Sanders, you chose to play the Senator McCarthy “red scare” card, c’mon now.
P.S.: Fuck strategist Rick Wilson and say hello, aussi, to James Carville in Louisiana.
1400 hours en La Europa Central, mientras tanto, en Israel La mudanza de Trump a Jerusalem se consuma, y ni señas del Super Estrells redentor, únicamente de un demonio de mierda que se apellida Trump.
Anygüey, mientras la “trump—eta” suena, nosotros [los del staff] nos regresamos con Miss Tory y doña Tati, quienes discuten cuales son los chiles que le dan sabor al caldo, y a una que otra Salsa.
“What’s that Ewe said, Mrs. Robinson, Joltin Joe has left and gone away”… The Lemonheads.
…where have You gone ‘Moi* Camacho” our Nation tuned it’s misguided eyes to You.
* MOY for the francophonies.
… we now continue con la efeméride del #YoSoy132, o lo que es lo mismo: al César lo que es del César, y a la Verga las mamadas.
Tres en Una… ninguno, ni incluso la candidata han sido estrella para una película de guerra de Sean Penn, —not yet.
En México… en México no pasa nada. Bueno, a lo mejor en México si pasó algo, pero aquí en París el efecto manada (casi igual que en el video de la “Universidad” cultural de Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua) envolvió a “las fuerzas vivas” de una manera algo pragmática, selectiva y porqué no denunciarlo, convenenciera y hasta lambiscona.
Hubo algunos que aprovecharon la ocasión para desembotellar un odio y una ira irracional contra todo aquél o aquella que cuestionara sus “más puras” intenciones intelectuales, y hubo otros (los más vivos entre “Las Fuerzas Vivas”, que aprovecharon la ocasión para mover rebaños conforme a la fecha en el calendario; 18 de marzo por decir, o la tragedia o resbalón del presidente en turno que se fuera sucitando, pero ESO SÍ, cuando se trató de poner sus nombres en las invitaciones para congresos de mexicanos en el “exterior”, o en festivales de cine, o en expuestas de cuadros pintados, en estatuas de barro, debronce o de piedra, auspiciadas por el Servicio Exterior Mexicano de Enrique Peña Nieto; o mismo, de convivir en pachangas de “bobo” de Montmartre, allí si, amigo Gustavo, como tú comprenderás, la CremA y NatA mexicana se agasajaba como si fuera la pasta batida para confeccionar un puto pastel de tres leches.
…TimeStamp: 2300 hours in CET
Militar, tecnócrata… ratero, ¿cuál es la puta diferencía doña Tati?
Anygüey, David Icke, we’ll continue to follow up with Miss Story’s “exclusive” softball game coverage of Miss Tati and in the next couple of entries we’ll get to Johnny “mis en scene,” in the mean time, here’s Simon and Garfunkel:
Happy 4th of July. You Ol’Gringo—You! —|— Fragmento de un derecho a réplica… Uso justo de todos los medios; context follows.
… a 3 minute story is still to come, full-disclosure, it’s really nothing more than a review of a “short edition” romance that we [the staff] recently picked up (we shit–you–not) in receipt paper format at the waiting area of La Gare d’Austerlitz (right before the SNCF security detail kindly asked us [the staff] and a Roma tribe to vacate the premises).
This “short edition” romance in receipt paper format, is courtesy of La Gare d’Austerlitz and shortédition… at shor-edition . com —|— Fair use of all available forms of Comunication.
Anyway, John, the 3 minute story is really a romance novel about the imaginary nostalgia of an Ol’Vespa scooter reminiscing about the love affair of an express delivery guy and his Ol’Flame… oh, the memories of that first ride together.
A bust of a “little princess,” and the “new” reflection of where Jour et Nuit (a free-form mixed cultural space, and squat) used to be. Rue de Saint Charles, vicinity Métro Line 10 . Foto por Armando Segovia… te la regalo, Princesa, desde lo más profundo de mi corazón.
So, Johnny, while we [the staff] buffer up that trip into a post, we need to ask: have we mentioned —yet?— that the French flags, which usually —all by their lonesome— decorate the main windows at l’Hôtel de Ville  have, for the past few days, been flanked by a bunch of Stars and Stripes?… GOOD THING Marianne stills considers the U.S. of A. a friend, because apparently the Party of the German Chancellor, Angela Merkel, no longer does.
Mixed signals… or something like that. —|— Uso justo de Mme. Sinclaire and her HuffPost at Le Monde.
We [the staff] think that we’ve made that observation already; but just in case, let it be known that the main square of the Parisian City Hall, along with its all-purpose garage, which we might add it is Also Known As ‘the’ Pavillon Circulaire, both are practically littered with standing Coca-Cola refrigerators right behind what seems to be draft beer dispensing bars; or something like that… the only thing in terms of Americana paraphernalia that is missing there right now, apreciado Juan Molino Campos-Hombre, is some Good Ol’Fashioned Rock and Roll music, but we reckon that that is why the big all-purpose stage is there for.
Our guess is that any day now the Anhauser-Busch or the Coors Brewing Co., or maybe even Walmart (why not?) are going to be sponsoring all kinds of community outings here in France.
Of course, John, as recently as six years (and six months) ago, when we [the staff] would note to francophiles everywhere (and to the French people, too) about the rapid growth of chez Ronald McDonald’s , or about the wide spread of Seattle’s own  “twin tailed mermaid,” overtaking the French bistros or those famed cafes along the Left Bank, we [the staff] would get a bunch of One—Eyed raised eyebrows with a side of puffed up lips spouting ‘petit’ farting sounds, garnished with a graceful Red scarf*, as a reward for our observations regarding the future landscape of business establishments [popping up] in front of the perimeter, of say, Le Cluny Muséum or along the cafes and comptoirs along the district known as Beaugrenelle.
* these accessory items are worn around here in much the same way that dudes in Tennessee don a Resistol or a Stetson cowboy hat… sometime, but not always, the good folks in Tennessee, they can even ride a horse.
AnyGüey, professor Ackerman, as the MORENA high-brass militant, which You have clearly claimed to be, our guess is that in order for You to get the full whiff of what we [the staff] here are trying to pass, as far as this opinion post goes, You [my friend] would first have to reference our previous observations on social and political happenings at Le Cinema Christine or at The Trocadero Plaza, and especially the one about the tale of Víctor Quintana Silveyra, Dr. (PhD); One-Each** when he, as a member of Morena, and with instructions from the big boss (AMLO himself) Dr. Quintana legally constituted and integrated the Parisian chapter of El Frente Amplio Mexicano into ‘the’ Morena-Francia branched hierarchy of Ándres Manuel López Obrador’s politically trademarked tribe.
**… One—Víctor Quintana Silveyra for El PRD; One—Víctor Quintana Silveyra for Morena and, One—Víctor Quintana Silveyra for El Partido Acción Nacional… as a side note, Dr. Quintana arrived to France in 2013 being the equal of the (hard Leftist) Jean-Luc Mélenchon, and he exited France, later that same year from La Sorbonne, only to arrive to his home State (in Chihuahua, Northern Mexico) as a cabrón, perdón—perdón, quisimos escriBir CARBÓN Copy, not CABRÓN copy, of France’s (hard Right politician from La Sarthe) François Fillon.
Any which way you want, John, what i am trying to say is that when we [the staff] tried to have a conversation or an interaction with your lemmings at El Frente Amplio Mexicano en Francia, in order to transparently discuss ideological inconsistencies —or JUST PLAIN CONFLICTS OF INTERESTS— within the political Left of Mexicans in France, all that we [the staff] got from your militants were a bunch of One—Eyed raised eyebrows with a side of puffed up lips spouting ‘petit’ farting sounds, garnished with a graceful Red scarf*** with a side of GTFO (of here).
*** these (at times) pretentious clothing items are worn around here in much the same way that “cheros in Chihuahuita” don a “güaripa” of the Resistol or Stetson brand, and sometimes, on rare occasions, them folks, too —much like the dudes in Tennessee— they also know how to ride a horse.
So, Johnny, it is not that we [the staff] wish to side with the New Macronian France, but when you try to pair Enrique and Emmanuel in the same dissing of your La Jornada OpEd, you just might be reminded (like right now, You Ol’Gringo—You) that maybe it was the ‘close ranks’ strategy, as opposed to an ‘open door policy of independent discourse’ in that so-called “Frente Amplio Mexicano” that ended up giving EPN the win in 2012; and in a parallel universe, similar strategies were used by the Democrats in the U.S., or here at Trocadero with the Socialists in France, giving both Donald Trump and Emmanuel Macron a clear victory over Bernie Sanders and Jean-Luc Mélenchon, respectively.
Context continues to follow. —|— Fair Use of Media and of all the French New[s] Stands.
In any case, Yes, John. You Ol’Gringo—You:
¡Zapata Vive!… la lucha, on the other hand, ustedes mismos la apagan…
Neta que sí.
Recibe un saludo, Juan.
Atte: El Staff.
Full diclusure: this post was written using a Starbucks hotspot, and latter (somewhat edited at Forum Les Halles… our equipment remains confiscated and or locked up at our former hide-out at Issy-Les-Mx… so, hurray for Globalization… fuck it.
Felicidades, tu patrón el Presidente de Rusia acaba de extender sus felicitaciones al próximo presidente de Santa Barbara, California.
*…and by John, of course
you know that i mean
—with all due respect: Dr. Ackerman
from La Universidad Autonoma de los Pumas.
Good Morning, in Central Europe is 5 minutes after mid-Day.
A new page begins in Western Civilization Recorded History…
and at 5 minutes after the 1300 hours, Tom Brokaw confirmed it:
Mr. Barnicle needs to buy Mika a Truck.
BTW. Lovely dress Mrs. Kay.
* …and by John, of course you know I mean John Oliver. [Still love your last week historical news.] Thank you, John. Thank you. You did it. You single handedly made King George smile, but speaking of those crazy brits: Bram Stoker celebrated his birthday yesterday. Or not, the staff here does not now what comes next. Let’s Ask Doni.
[Context follows]. Uso justo de Ben Ginsberg and Doni Deutsch —and of course: Germán Robles (q.e.p.d…. wait Germán Robles was a vampire—he never sleeps. | Congratulations to the Trump Campaign. Ok. Let’s move on, but let it be known, that the Rev. Al Sharpton is still in the Game —the staff is with him… Carry-on: Mr. President.
Later in the show: National Geographic South Pole edition.
Watch this space from the perspective of TRMS… just say’n.
Ahora, En Proceso:
UN, Nuevo Intermedio
por: Juan Molino CamposHombre
Democracy in America: a new Album. |Uso justo de todos los medios. || Fotos por Staff [asegovia3.com / segoviaspixes]. Creative Commons SOP*. ||| *standard operating procedure. IV …meanwhile at the 1600 HOUR [CET] DANA industries —and WALL ST. are Fine.
Mientras tanto en Nueva York, la bolsa de valores [Wall St.] abrió. Un consorcio/industria… que sé yo; DOBLÓ la campana para echar a andar el motor del capitulo del mercado, de la recuperación. En España, el Periódico oró para que Dios perdone a América [España —por cierto John Oliver, escribe América en Espagnol—pídele a Jaime Camil que te lo cheque].
El Telégrafo, un diario en otro lugar le puso a sus Titulares: W.T.F. [un ex gobernador en Nuevo México no sabe descifrar iniciales y pues, aquí el staff le echa una ayudadita: Sr. ex Gobernador Johnson, WTF quiere decir —no saque la lengua… What a fuck!!!].
Y en Mexico, Mexico —Mejiiiiiico las ratas saltaron primero.
[Historical Screen-capture follows].
Uso justo de todos los titulares y de todos lo medios.
Ahorita, el staff acaba de recibir [con retraso] el Día de San Juan, y el agua que Kellyanne Conway repartió estaba mas fría que las suelas de los pingüinos de la foto de más arriba. A ver si no nos pega una gripa.