Ceremonial Award — Perfect Day with Sarah Chayes

TimeStamp: 17 hours and Thirty-five minutes in CET.

Previously on asegovia3:

… tell the truth, did you leave journalism, or did journalism leave you, Ma’am?

La suerte de esta etapa, se llama “La Estafa Maestra”, entre las maniobras que las ezcaramusas realizan, esta suerte es de las más complicadas de llevar a cabo porque consiste en embarcar a una de sus compañeras jinete, es decir, a la charra que en plena función de sus responsabilidades « destapa » la olla de “los chicharos y frijoles” y, por si faltara menos, pues —descubre que la olla está vacía.

Note from staff: the good thing about this blog is that neither The Rachel Maddow Show, nor corruption expert from Tegucigalpa to Kabul, Dr. Sarah Chayes read this most inconsequential blog because we THE STAFF, have to make A CORRECTION, because as we started this award ceremony for Teenie Tiny Cat for properly standing his post until properly being relieved, we [the staff] wrote…  we [the staff] stated, that IN México NOTHING Happens.

MUNA DORA BUCHANIN ABULHOSN
vS.
Las momias de la Auditoría Superior de La Federación

Starring:
Santo®el enmascarado de Plata“.

… Context follows. Right now, Minnie Miny Cat is spinning with Roberto Fonseca and Trombone Shorty, et. al.  in a very special engagement of CUBANO CHANT dedicated to Teenie Tiny Cat.

y Chihuahua, pinche Brozo, pues resulta que en México si pasan cosas [ahora « entendemos, cabronsísimo » porqué tú y la Veronika agarraron vacaciones a ExtremaDura, para cantar su pinche “cielito lindo”], en México si pasan un chingo de “conflictos de intereses”… cualquier coincidencia con los conflictos de interes con Brontis à La Préfectre en Cité, pues, doña Vilmalas Fuentes— revelan que es pura chingada Serendipia, eh!

TimeStamp: Las Ocho de la Noche en Saint–Germain–des–Prés.

The Siren Regiment is opening up the next segment of this Special edition of Teenie Tiny Cat Award Ceremony for properly standing his post until properly being released… Right now, former Colonel Nathan R. Jessep in the role of Jack Nicholson is shining Teenie Tiny Cat dress shoes before he steps up to the podium to give a short speech.

TimeStamp: 20:33 ∴ at Neptune House on the 75005… and Maybe—just—Maybe, Mika will grace us with her presence “Underwater”. 

…anygüey, Ewe’all might recall that previously, on this most inconsecuential Blog we did happen to mention that it was the French, —in particular a bald King— who went ahead and invented The Vikings, and right now, a 21st Century update of that nordic horde is all over the waves of La Seine, just like her great-great ancestors did a long long time ago.

TimeStamp is 22:40 in Central NATO Time and the Western World is about to enter a Trade Tantrum Because of Trump… if this doesn’t tell All Red Blooded Americans that They are Fucking loosing the “God Damned” cold war, then Columbia deserves a Reader’s Digest  thrown at her fucking exceptional manifest destiny crown, and definitely an American Psycho ending, Ya’fucking hillbillies!

AnyGüey Kasie Hunt:

… Sounds of White Noise is heard over the airwaves at the parade field; meanwhile, Chief Warrant Officer Williams managed to “Systematically Drink” en route to his new post,

The Fly-by… Dear, Brian Williams: right now, it’s the 11th–Hour, and over both Banks of La Seine, a “satienesque” scat is the soundtrack os the ISS Fly-By.

… but “Speak of the Devil”: My Fellow, Americans, do You Fucking Ewe’s realize that right now, NASA’s needs for the International Space Station depend entirely on Putin’s Russia? What good is your Second Ammendment against a Former Bear that has Donald Trump as his fucking Bitch, eh?

Ahhh, Fuck it Jerry Only, Michael Graves and the rest of the Fiends, here’s a used misfit:

 

Tonalá… no encuentro las palabras.

… please, wait one:

Right know, all of México, and maybe even Cannes, or San Sebastian—a lo mejor hasta Berlin, Toronto, Aspen, et. al. have heard or been acquainted with a little city called Tlatlalá… perdón, se nos cruzaron los cables con Tlataya, sin Embargo entre Tonalá, o Tlataya, o—entre una ESTAFA MAESTRA (perpetrada por ex alumnos de La Sorbonne, de Los Ivy Leagues y los Oxfords del Reino Unido, maybe—maybe even Sciences Po!!!) y la impunidad y el verdadero cinismo institucionalizado: en EL PATIO TRASERO DE LOS EEUU—NO PASA NADA. ¡No pasa más que una gran chingada!

“You Can Feel it All Over! People. “

Stevie Wonder.


En Tijuana sigue siendo jueves, y mientras [al Staff] nos quede pila seguiremos dando lata… TimeStamp: 00 hundred hours in Central Europe Time.

Voz de Uma Thurman:
time to play ketchup —in a pulp fiction context.

Last Weekend, tonight — post–State visit review de Jupiter à Washington.

Ladies in Gemeni, our apologies, but technical difficulties with our local mobile carrier and a long overdue amber rhum hangover that struck right after a hearty soup from our favorite nourriture joint knocked the staff right on it’s back on the bank right below the Arts Bridge en el lado del 75001. And, so, we missed the Jupiter speech as it happened live, but thank goodness for political junkies everywhere, C-SPAN has the entire “lest ye forget” speech online, eh.

Anygüey, there sure is to be more than enough opportunities to develop on this context while we [the people] wait for the discovery of “PLANet BEe,” hopefully the immigration authorities on said universe are more welcoming than the current Trump Administration or the growing extreme Right tendencies that are growing brewing por las europas right now, eh.


In the mean time, a Landmark work in progress —almost 10 years in the making— is finally getting its day in the InterAmerican Court for Human Rights, and it involves the Mexican armed forces and the way they have been conducting business since the days of « first gentleman » candidate, Felipe de Jésus Calderón Hinojosa* and the corrupt incompetence of Enrique Peña Nieto.

* Felipe  Calderón’s wife, Margarita Zavala, is running for the Executive post in Mexico, she wishes to become  the first female president in Mexican history, among her qualifications she lists, being a woman, and her claim that she knows what it “feels” to have a NAME taken away from her,  we [the staff] have yet to figure out what she meant by the second remark, but if having your name taken away from you was a qualification, we [the staff] reckon that:

Armando Segovia would be over qualified for the position of President of The United States Of Mexico, heck—and being that the good lord graced him with a California Sunshine two–inch (plus another inch or two of foreskin) phalus, then our guess is that our publisher has most of the starting ingredients to claim The Third Mexican Empire!!! Now, if he could only figure out how one gets into “the failed artist industry,” we the staff could get that “fire in the hole” going and get ready to smell them ol’ sweet fumes of Depleated Uranium, “in the morning,” of course, eh.

Fair use of Francis Ford C.

Uso justo de todos los medios.

Watch out Costa Rica—Ewe are going to be the first territory that Field Marshall Catalonio Barcelonneto de Peralvillo is going to annex for “La Causa”, so be advised that he likes his “Gallo Pinto” spicy—not sweet, eh.

Be advised that in Tijuana, it’s about to be the 11th Hour in Pacific Standard Time (at night).

… gonna take a nap now. Laters.