Previously on “I bet you think this post is about you”…
“The race militia has got itchy fingers » C8D176D8-AF4C-47C3-8FE8-F75D2ED360D7 … For Full-credit, the student must show his/her WORK.
Hey, Kayleigh McEnany, the Scammer–in–Chief was warned, and Dr. BRIX knows it.
Eye got the fever .:. 11F200B7-CA3D-4E37-849D-8481D96D97D2 .:. And You’ve Got The FEVER — All Knight… She was the Young American(a), raised on provincias… off-course.
Issy, even before you came into the Scene, Kayleigh McEnany, August(o) was always on my mind, dicho de otra (putita) manera: DINA’ (and a movie) with you Were Always On My Mind… “Law and order!”, just like The Roger Stones twitted earlier tonight…
Hear the screams of Center 42
Loud enough to bust your brains out
The opposition’s tongue is cut in two
Keep off the street ’cause you’re in danger
One hundred thousand disparus
Lost in the jails in South America
Deer, Brian Williams: please give our regards to Peter Baker, just in case he was cognitively D.A.R.E. (on the Paris Underground) on his way back from Biarritz.
POTUS takes a cue from the president of México, except that instead of forcing the Nation to “adore” his ignorant ass at 07h, POTUS prefers to deliver his word salad at 10 past the HOUR!
Today Marks 15 Weeks
'Till The November Election
Don’t call it “America is being Pinocheted,” good £orde!!! No, no, no — No! América is being Kissingered! In the words of Rachel Maddow:
You Are Knot Foolin’ Anyone
Mark Landler, Eye Can See D.A.T.
You Are Trying To Play The Role of A Young Henry Kissinger…
May Eye please play the role of:
a young Bob Evans trying to pass as a bullfighter?
You Magnificent Basterd! Get Mí The Head of Jesús Domínguez! No wait, you got @Taserface16 last night; scratch D.A.T.! Get Mí The Head of Sarah what’s her face on the Deadline Show. Eye had an entire Wednesday morning prepared for TUESDAY’s GONE! But, nooooo! You JEST had to drop the Mother Lode, ISSY, Mr. Velshi: Zeppelin Goes Here.
Pinochet as a Verb:
Instructions for use, the student will conjugate or turn into action with the AID of a Spanish language Gerund, or as öüï say on this space, ARMANDO (para la memoria).
Mr. Velshi, do you, Sir, know what the good thing about this most non–consequential blog is? Well, Mr. Velshi, the good thing about U.S. taking advantage of Mr. Sarkozy’s Talents and Skills Visa program in 2010 (when i, Armando Segovia requested, IT!, alas—and Armando Serrano Prieto being Spawned) is that I, unlike “La CIA. Resentida” de Marco Layera and every Chilenean of my generation (Generation Ex) that comes to France, I actually have a MEMORIA for the Président du Tribunal Administrative* au Pont Marie (just above the Kiss Bridge) Reid About It! Find out About IT!
* That is you know – You’ve got to
Tune–In but it’s alright
That is Eye Think D.A.T. our trip was not made in the style of
3-month tourist visit…
and I know that Monsieur Le Préfet de Paris knows what the fuck I am Talking About. And we thank you for not putting u.s. in Solitary Confinement.
DEAR Cousin Joe:
Please give our regards to Mr. Kryl, Jeremy (one-each) at The Daily Beast. Way to not —we repeat— to not bury the lead on his courageous reporting on torture and mayhem inside a prison in paradise*, Mr. Kyrl certainly is a ‘buen dude’ for getting that ‘bad hombre’ Chimino of “Los Rojos” to summarize what The Police, in the voice of Gordo’ Sullivan, were trying to explain to the MTV crowd back in the day when Donald Trump was getting all that ‘Money for nothing’, and President Ronald Reagan was pardoning, exonerating, and obstructing justice in favor of CIA sponsored terrorism south of the San Clemente border:
* Acapulco es el paraiso en este CEFERESO, en particular. —_— Uso justo de todos los medios and The Police… “Because murder is like anything you take to… It’s a habit-forming need for more and more…You can bump off every member of your family…And anybody else you find a bore.” Fragment of “Murder by Numbers” courtesy of The Police.
Anygüey, Cousin Joe, because we [the staff] feel like You and the PeaCock crew know us better than we do ourselves, we would like to touch base on how some of these “hard cases,” as Mr. Kyrl at The Daily Beast likes to tag them, they do seem to usually associate themselves with some kind of color scheme, eh.
Fragment. Fair use of Mexico’s news and the Beasts that write’em. (En buena onda).
This love for painting their persona is not restricted to bad guys on the wrong side of the law, but we [the staff] will cover that in two or three lines; in the mean-time, here’s a short list of forajidos who coated their brand with some kind of hue:
Captura cortesía del Blog del Narco… QEPD. —_— En toda seriedad, y como dice el Lic. Brozo, “Las alternancias funcionan en las democracias”, y nosotros en el staff agregaríamos de que ¡NO! en las repúblicas bananeras; Y LO MISMO pasa con las recompensas por declarar en contra de capos.
Take for instance, Clear Channel Communication’s favorite billboard poster child and, probably it’s most profitable temporary source of Federal Government Advertisement Revenue: JuanJo Esparragoza Moreno from the Sinaloa Cartel, a.k.a. El Azul; or, in another realm we have this fellow, cocaine kingpin Roberto “R”, the criminal with the shortest last name in recorded history, a.k.a. El Colorado; or, fabled train robber José “El Amarillo,” whom the law never caught (or properly apprehended) so we are left to wonder what his last name was, however; we do have a hint of where José hails from thanks to the legendary ballad of “Los Dos Amigos,” from which inquisitive ‘cantina’ goers everywhere can probably deduce that José was riding his horse due West from the Colonial mining town of Mapimí and he probably had some inside information on the shipments that headed East that were making their way (from the East) towards the Sierra Madre at …. wait for it, Rachel…wait… are You Ready Raquel?… at Junction Bermejillo; go ahead, debunk that function of a riddle, éh.
…y luego, existen leyendas como la de BENICIO DEL TORO, que como todos sabemos no necesita de tonos de ningún mote (o cosas d’esas así) porque todos en Costa Rica saben muy bien de que el color favorito don Rafa es el verde, con rayados en blanco. USO JUSTO DE LOS RECURSOS DEL CORREDOR INTERESTATAL I-10.
… and now, a special edition Digression.
Starring the memory of Chucho Salinas, as José, and the purgatory waiting room soul of Héctor Lechuga, as Martín:
NARRATOR [must be read in the Omnipresent voice of Mel Brooks]:
Cousin Joe, you probably don’t know this, but your train robbing ‘tocayo’, José, he got his nickname for what the good people of San José de las Panochas claim was a clear case of chronic jaundice, which apparently colored the skin of José throughout his lifetime.
Now, according to our source (inside of the lyrics of the legendary ballad) his partner in crime, Martín, would taunt José every time before a robbery was getting ready to go down. Martín would tease José specifically on catching a case of the butterflies and turning all kinds of yellow, implying that José was a yellow-belly robber, or that José was about to coward his way out of the hit in progress:
What’s the matter Pepito?
Want some Malox for that tummy tickle?
I see that your lighter shade of the canary is acting up on you, again?
What’s the matter? Butterfly season again?
To what our hero, José or Pepe (short for José in Spanish) would reply:
Go fuck yourself, Martín. Do you want me to go and get you a doctor’s letter?
I Happen To Have Jaundice! You motherfucker, and I am not the one who took off running, last week —tonight— at the market when the fucking federales showed up.
You buddy fucker you… now pass me that fucking dynamite, and as soon as this hit is over, you little closeted porfirista, i’m riding ‘El Jovero’ back to camp.
… But moving on, those were only three examples of how some outlaws, either by choice, or by buddy bullying, end up being identified with a color as their alias.
But what about the darkest figures in recent history on the so-called “good side” of the law? What about those sinister operatives who can only be boxed and tagged as the “political police” elements who are capable of coming up with the worst unimaginable methods of “legal” torture, like say, sexually violating infants, toddlers and even babies in the presence of their parents; or guiding a rat into the birth-giving orifice of a suspect’s wife in order to get a targeted citizen (usually an innocent person) into signing a confession for the good of the order, as it is often said, in military jargon.
Imagen de un Criminal solapado por la ley Cortesía de la Facultad de Criminología de la Universidad Autónoma de Nuevo León… perdón, nos equivocamos de tesis… Foto cortesía del diario angelino: Los Angeles Times. La captura de la imagén de un asesino que falleció sin ser juzgado forma parte del archivo de tesis en un catalogo de traidores del país (porque Patria no hay en México, únicamente los trazados con crucecitas que delimitan en un pinche mapa, Primo José, a un país. La llamada patria, amigo Gustavo, por parafrasear lo que la Chavela Vargas dijo sobre en dónde nacen los mexicanos va más o menos ansina: la patria la llevamos los mexicanos a dónde nos da la chingada gana, especialmente cuando los gobernantes de un país no valen mas que un chingado balín… para más información visite: http ://www .rebelion .org / noticia .php?id= 144199
The man in this ⇑ picture ⇑ [we argue] is the Mexican version of military thug Heydrich in his early days at the Nazi Party. We [the staff] believe that Miguel Nazar Haro, like Torquemada, ‘the’ patron saint of El Yunque, the Opus Dei, and quite possibly Vicente Fox , all have a special place, as Gordo’ Sullivan sang on the last track of the Synchronicity album, “in history’s Great Dark Hall of fame”.
Los héroes de Nazar Haro siempre fueron güeyes (uniformados à la moda de la SS de herr Himmler) como estos putos del poster.
This, however, is not —we repeat— it is not an invocation of “Godwin’s law“. We are simply saying that if there is actually a place called ‘The Titty Twister Lounge and Cantina’ these two (Herr Heydrich and Señor Nazar Haro) are probably sitting at the same table drinking Richie Gecko’s (Quentin Tarantino) piss at the bar.
The web address included on Nazar Haro’s photo capture cutline will direct the readers who never visit this blog, to a letter that Gerardo Pelaéz Ramos wrote to the grandchildren of their secret police, grandfather thug.
Pelaéz Ramos, goes on to claim in that letter that at the tender age of six he was tortured by Gustavo Díaz Ordaz and Luis Echeverría Álvarez personal political attack operator,: Nazar Haro.
In that same letter, Cousin Joe, Pelaéz Ramos makes a very disturbing claim about your favorite Mexican media folkloric crazy uncle. Pelaéz Ramos claims that Vicente Fox Quezada, was actually looking into reinstating Nazar Haro into his political police.
Thank God, Cousin Joe, that the accusations of Pelaéz Ramos never materialized; which brings us back to this entry’s dangling tangent, the one about how the criminally inclined, on both sides of the law, command a place in the color wheel scheme.
And oh —BTW,— cousin Joe, you probably are not aware of this—but we [the staff] are willing to bet that señor Chente is, just ask him about the secret police brigade that Nazar Haro assembled and baptized as “la brigada blanca”… further south.