Tag Archives: Karl Laske – Mediapart

Las pelotas del pelotón pelotero de Putin

Don’t try to keep up with the Jon’s esos, they got more farms than Ewe.

Earlier in the INVASION, I saw in real time, not on the Associated Press’ notification of the events that their pigistes reported five hours after MIS PELOTAS saw this coming Yesterday on the DRAFT.

Back to The U.K. from The U.S.S.R. — o, como dicen en la Associated Press… NO SOUP FOR YOU!!!

And MEDIAPART {FRANCE} tú no cantas tan mal las rancheras en Nice.

To Be BLACKLISTED {OR}
Knot to be listed black…

Inspiration is for navel–gazing Fags!!!
SERENDIPITY is where it’s at.

D.A.T. is the Q & A, eh‽

Intermedio with The Vampire – y ese pinche “guíoncito”

£orem ipsum

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SissyPussy remains Solidaire with 🇨🇺… for the occasion, SissyPussy had a mojito®️ en La Ciudad de Paris vía Barcelonnette, on her güey from Cannes.

La Asociación 1901 de Gilberto Bosques en París, celebrated Cuba’s resistance by staging a performance show at La Villette, vicinity Puebla Gardens y, simón Bolivar, Alemania y los Flamencos acaban de valer Belgas con Tláloc… Ewe ain’t seen nuttin’ yet, Signores.

—_•!•_— But enough about Mexican exceptionalism at L’HESS, L’IHEAL, La Sorbonne and off-course: at the one and only SciencesPo… va’Por ti MediaPART 🗯 via LCI 📰 TV February 2017, and Pablito… you are going to like the way you look, but first Eye must introduce you to the opposite side of Sesame Street (🎶 I can show Ewe how to get to Sesame Street… just ask the Muppets in Juvisy-sur-orge

Context follows… “prefiero ser homosexual,—que un maricón”, según Pablito en una tarde del mes de abril, o de mayo… no me acuerdo muy bien habrá que preguntarle al señor que estaba al lado de don Pablo Bartolomé, cuando Pablito estaba clavando un calvito y practicando el trablenguas de los Spaghettis Spagnoles de los Morricones 

https ://muppet .fandom .com /wiki /Category :The_Muppets_Characters

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Commission française de l’électricité, presenta:

Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you, if you’re Slim at heart 🎶

¡Si se puede! The time is now, and if you get to live to a hundred and nine, you too could have your own Mexican Revolution, heck you already have a trailer [here] and an official poster [Octubre tenía que ser].

https ://www .jornada .com .mx /notas /2021/02/02 /politica /reforma-de-amlo-pone-por-delante-produccion-de-cfe/

As that develops, let u.s. not forget what this section is about (punto y coma) it’s about triangulating the positioning of Perrine and Teeny Tiny Cat, in Technicolor vía el Equinox de la Porte de Versailles. Semolina Pilchard reports from La Nacional de Mitterrand.

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Anyhow, Perrine, the year was 2017. The month was, lemme see, Let—Mí_ see, déjame Ver por dónde quedaron todos esos Castillos de Sand(ra) en la Catedral. And this is where MEDIAPART WAS SUPPOSED to syncopate the timbal with my Drums, but something got in the way and it took 4 years to CATCH the 705 on the CFE line… and so como dice la canción, “Here i am, Baby.”

I told you so, and in so many words, AMOR en ROMA this is how the Death of French, or any less insignificant (by VERY French standards) Culture begins to unravel, and this is the CUE to tell you that Rachel With Glasses looks like Buddy Holly.

Still to come, Police Squad à la mode de Caen… 🎶🤾🏽‍♂️🗣 ¿Qué de dónde, amigo vengo?

Georges Méliès is your template to what follows if you don’t listen to the great-great—Great French grandson of Thomas A. Edison. Do you, my little FROGGIES know where your greatest film maker ended up at? Inside the Old Gare de Montparnasse… COPYRIGHT—mis güevos.

Of course, when that happens (take place, pues) all of your Goncourts, your Césars, your Comédie française will be handled by “people who know”… the Cousin of the Compadre of the Beau-père de la mademoiselle:

So… did you really, really think that the Thrill be gone? Knot when i’m around.

 🎶🎹 “C’est la vie“, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell…

Intro to teleportation in a Type One Civilization quadrant

Happening now on the other side of The Atlantic:

El Año de Hidalgo on Deadline at La Casa Blanca.

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Musical Guest: Las Amazonas de Nantes
Teloneros: Los Franchutes de La Sierra

CNES Paris

Full-disclosure, Humanity (lower-case “hache”) has yet to reach Type 1 status in the Galaxy… and Zeppelin, goes here… “oh, the Humanity”.

Les Halles (4)

Point A 🖖🏼 .:. 916A9FDE-297D-4E86-A2AD-1FF9A331FB1C 🎯 In this section The User will identify the coordinates and the Elements of this story in Steps 1 and 3 in the Assembly Sequence [from] Below.

Instructions:

The first thing that users of this technology needs to realize is that ‘teleportation’ in a Type zero civilization would be like picturing a hypercube in this dimension, however, there is always modeling and dry-runs, por ejemplo, in the 1990’s during the Clinton Administration, the U.S. Military went through some lean-times, after the Reagan/Bush and Bush/Quayle $900 toilette seat spending spree, William Jefferson was left with Zilch for Ammo, and so during training we actually simulated the “booms” of the main-gun on account of a shortage of rounds, this was called dry-training, hence each qualifying run during training was called a dry-run and we were modeling war.

Now, during training you can’t possibly imagine the actual trauma that follows an actual live fire engagement because of the nature of that thing that President Eisenhower warned Chuck Todd’s parents nation in the late 50’s, but the medics on that same training exercise scenario can sure as fuck picture the after-shock.

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Assembly sequence:

New users should review our rendition of ‘una comedia de enredos’ and ‘a funny thing happened on the way to the Forum’ to Ketch-Up with today’s projection, specifically the part about the “TIME” Magazine honored tradition of Mexican presidential transitions.

Once that requirement is accounted for then the user may proceed with the operation and With that in Mind the user proceeds to identify the connecting Elements within a 5-minute stoner-stroll radius. In this particular transfer of matter (in a Type Zero Civilization) the elements and the physical space involved in this Tesseract are laid in the following ORDER:

1.

— A French-owned supermarket incident in Paris, France

Common denominator is the ol’common “Vulgar Display of power” within a « news cycle » or a “New York Minute” with Fareed Zak[a]ira on TRMS*.

— A French-owned supermarket incident in Porto Alegre, Brazil.

🏎 https ://www .bangkokpost .com /business /2024555 /carrefour-shares-plunge-in-brazil-after-killing

2.

— A red button issue on the political spectrum.

The fear factor here involves, and/or traces back to police training and its first-cousin « police brutality ». In this plane of existencial real estate (of this particular transfer of matter between two points) the Venn Diagram will check for either “escalating” strategies or, “de-escalating” techniques and corral the plots accordingly.

— An incident that triggers the red button.

3.

— Account for rhyme, Synchronicity, Serendipity, Coincidence, Proximity and, in this particular transfer of information (since this is the 3rd Dimension, and the transfer of matter is shackled in the theoretical) a launch-pad… enter MY Current Location which happens to be across the cobble-stone covered street on rue Berger and the passage des Lingeres.

Montgallet (8)

Point B ✍🏼

— “’Estoy harto de tocar la batería‘ dijo Bonham a Plant antes de la muerte de Led Zeppelin”:

https ://www .jornada .com .mx /2020 /12/02 /espectaculos /a09n1esp

Live on facebook: Singing for supper and the payback boys

We now return to our signal sessions to Mediapart and the Laske desk.

Where ever, James Hetfield, —i may ROAM

… [L]et’s play Ketch-up, get it? It’s a Pulp Fiction reference, anyhow Mr. Laske, i’d like to apologize because in my panorama of consequences i thought that by Friday —week last— i would be rendering the requested documents to get through your Stonewall gate, in plain–text, that translates to satisfying your company’s receptionist “to-do list”.

Sin embargo, [that’s néanmoins en Español like in the Mexican restaurant that you can see if you look our your window on rue Crozatier] it doesn’t matter how fast or how expeditiously i try to obtain an official document for your company’s receptionist, the fact of the matter is that the pole positioning in this race will be determined by the public servant or clerk sitting or listening on the other side of the intercom or desk.

With that in mind, please note that the underground RATP room from which i had been transmitting since the first lock-down [at least] was “condemned” this past Monday morning by an array of motley uniforms from different security companies and a couple of familiar suits. I happened to have catch those gentleman as i was exiting the facilities, JOE, a fellow Île de La Reunion SDF, was still in the bathroom washing his face as they went in through this door where, later-that-night [i might disclose] i re-arranged the space where my head loses consciousness because of them fucking REM’s.

The security guards and management personal seemed to have brought a competent locksmith this time around, back in late June or early July the stainless steel door was installed but the opening (door handle) was installed on the corridor side, not on the side of the threshold that the door lock is supposed to seal from ALL OF THE ELEMENTS that roam the underground.

Last night, very late in the wee-hours, “Bamako” a fellow from Mali, opened the door from the inside as i was trying to get some sleep, here’s the CATCH, earlier in the day after returning from “la police de la police” headquarters on the 12th arrondissement, to eat my DAYTIME SOUP at the RATP underground, an pair of workers who identified themselves as an ASBESTOS monitoring crew also opened that same stainless steel door.

FULL-disclousure, upon my arrival at about noon, i heard a lot of hammering and pounding coming from the other side of a now CORRECTLY installed one-way door knob, a few minutes later the pounding stops and i heard voices on the other side of the stainless steel door, it was a duo of contracting gurus, and as usual and like other contract workers that i have met in the past 3 years or so, whom i have met in this section of the Parisian underground floor, which i refer to as MY Squat, the two were rather nice. I asked if i could retrieve my folding chair as i saw one of those workers walking out with a metal stool that i used to place at the table from where i used to photograph food and whole bunch of other stuff, but mostly books and food.

The nice gentleman said yes and so i retrieved my folding chair and some dirty Laundry that i could not retrieve last Monday, when the Les Halles suits and the RATP fire and safety crew arrived to once again, “condemned” that section of the -4 floor plan.

Anyhow, Mr. LESKE, last night, when Bamako opened the stainless steel door from the inside, i used the opportunity to run to the lavabo and wash my hands. To my surprise the bathroom had been reshaped, the electric tubing that feeds into a pair of hand dryers had been pulled from the wall, the tile SMASHED with what clearly showed to be the random ball-pin hammer strikes to the walls and floors, AND GET THIS, all of the locks for the doors in the now locked floor plan had been removed an laid spread throughout on the floor, as if a demolition crew was playing “food fight” with these.

Bamako suggested that he opened the door for me to go back in an sleep in that old WORK (jazz) sessions room, he told me when i asked of him “at what time he was going to get up”, since he actually sleeps at normal hours and is an early raiser, —but Bamako cut me off and informed me that he was not sleeping at “the squat” this particular night, that he was there just to open the stainless steel door for me, how Nice.

So I proceeded to step out into the corridor (again) and i locked the door after me, but not before retrieving my broom, and other cleaning supplies that i use to keep this fucking place tidy’ed up… for the record, on Monday afternoon, after the RATP/Mall security team locked every possible entry to my now condemned squat there was no possible way those premises could be opened without the KEY… or kicking the godDamned door in, so there is that.

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Hello, Mediapart — Meat The Monkees

Hello, Mr. K.L.Mediapart.

The reverb

The reverb–eration effect.:. 4472BF79-13CF-400E-9043-39FAB31FB71B .:. Off-course, if Eye told you, Mr. K.L.Mediapart, that Eye felt the Monoprix version of the rent-a-cop assault on a paying customer here in the Parisian “Downtown” before France 24 got out of bed on Friday morning, you would probably guess my name.

Please disregard the second part of today’ headers, the title, like Daron Noir is a play-on-words. The Brits, Meet The Beatles is the equivalent of your Baron Noir.

Anyhow, Mr. K.L.M., we, [the staff of this most non-consequential blog] stopped by your office earlier in the day and were given instructions at the door, on how to reach you, additionally, pay no attention to the snapshot below, the receptionist at the aforementioned door informed us that your contact protocols are operating on France’s 3rd Republic protocols, as in, “looking more towards 1914, than onwards to 1940”, a paraphrase of course, —from 1973.

https ://fr .m .wikipedia .org /wiki /Le_Monde_en_guerre

Personally, and Eye means this with the utmost respect, we found it amusing that before we could even be allowed anywhere near your media company’s reception area, your Daronne at the door (see what we did D.A.R.E.?) would ask for original documents of all of the evidence of whatever information our envoy, Armando Segovia, was there to deliver before you or any media representative would consider granting us the time of day… interesting STONEWALL, very Thomas Edison of Mediapart, considering the flip-side of that particular request when your information gathering teams (journalists) go out and request an audience from the plebs on the streets. Fair enough, we will try to comply, just give u.s. a minute before noon in Hilo, Hawaii, in order to complete our 36 hour “OPEN SKIES” shift… in case you fuckers follow NATO news.

https ://dw .com /en /us-officially-withdraws-from-open-skies-transparency-pact /a-55691315

Indeed, Mr. K.L.Mediapart, we expected “shade” but we didn’t think that you operated under Parisian restaurants, bistros, and cafés window-seating access standards*.

But of course, all of the above sounds better when spoken in French, so have-at-it, Sir:

Fuckkkkkkkk, Eye didn’t think

Indeed, that’s a real Mexican Avocado

Last night my Right Eye discovered That French cops were Pussies, —at the time when i asked for my property back— but some, are just EXACTLY like them little American cops.

Good morning, it’s 9.20 in the morning and today is Mexican Revolution They.

ODEON

ODEON M4… next stop, Saint Germain-des-Près .:. A2024EF1-AA99-4C46-B541-461C1E4B8155 … Three Little Words Siren, you got, IT!, Sirene: FUCK YOU COP.

Quick note, if you ever get pepper-sprayed, point-blank and TO your Face, you must remember that the chemical will stay in your eyes for a good portion of the following 24 hours. Lucky for u.s., we visited the Soup Populaire at the 6th District, of 16 (now) and the good people there hooked us up with a little bottle of VITAMINs B6 and D, which we did not drink earlier in the day (yesterday), like yogurt, or milk, anything that makes for a happy movement of SHIT is a good remedy for the pepper-spray that insecure “little” debutant cops throw at you.

Some people call me the space cowboy

Some people call me the space cowboy .:. You know my name, you know where i lay, you even know where i take a steamy shit, and You Motherfuckers know that if i wanted to steal anything from La France, well THEN i would have asked Los Amigos de México in France for the “permission” necessary to obtain a Talents and Skills visa… like the one that Marcelo Ebrard nice got to able to study at Sciences Po in 2015 (during the year of Mexico in the Hillary Clinton Latino outreach in the U.S.A.) check La Matriculacion, or as we bums on skid row very often say: check your surveillance feed.

ISSY Mr. Macron: FUCK THE POLICE, if they punish the paying customer at MONOPrix®️, and you know what the IRONY of it  is, Mme. Hidalgo? That the CEO of Franprix and Monoprix used to be a roofless sonovabitch just like yours truly.  

Page 26: DECOUVERTS, « Trois lieux où mieux consomer » ; À Paris AUTOME 2020.

 

Dear, Anne Hidalgo… please forward to Mr. Macron

Now before i continue with this most non-consequential blog, be advised that tonight, your police officers relinquished from me a pair of needle nose pliers that Eye uses to remove the staples from the cardbox boxes that i use as mattresses, Eye is sorry for dispensing your pepper EYE spray on Mí.

OPEN YOUR BAG!!!

These where actually the words from the MAGAZINE manager, before i asked that motherfucker to review the surveillance feed.

I foresee that every move that Eye makes, will be monitored, but please BITCH, tell your cops to strike and get,IT!, over WITT!… bunch of pussies.

You are going to miss Mí when Eye is gone. Mark My pepperspray.

Tenth Avenue Freeze Out — Living in a material world (1973)

Previously on, The Situation’s Fuck Up—
—El error de Marcelo

Full Disclousure:
we, the staff of this most non-consequential blog wish to come forward with the confession D.A.T. Indeed, Öüï is a closeted Boston fan.

Witt that in mind, Rachel Glasses just happens to stroll into the scene, Avi Velshi is on the scene.