O’kbras, Carlos Salinas de O’Kbras

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uh-ah uh ah ah uh ah ah… You’ve been THUNDER STRUCK ⚡

In Local pubs, it’s FAKE in-dignation and champagne to drown las apariencias

Oblah Odin o’Valhalles de Normandy, —Batman!

https ://www .jornada .com .mx /notas /2023/03/17 /opinion /macron-affront-antidémocratique

Vilma Fuentes goes in-cognito en La Jornada, but Évry body can see her COL-ONIA Con-Desa péjorativisms criticizing the technocrats* that are about to install (or so it seems) France’s SIXTH REPUBLIC.

Previously on VOSTB ( Version Original sous-titres In Between).

Now then, as JUANITO GUANABACOA prepares his Sunday Show, and Sophie Velasco narrates her little fucking “cuentos”… now again, Eye tells Ewe that if you think that the ONLY thing! or, that the only tangent that a little ol’country called the Mexican United States has with ol’éIRE are the GLEASONS and that batallion that fought the ol’gringos en CHURUBUSCO, then you clearly have never heard about a man that was once as “un-mentionable” as St. Nic at a White House Easter Egg hunt.

*~. It doesn’t matter if these so-called “camarillas” are, as this week’s opinion column without the by-line at La Jornada, an affront en contra de CARLOS SALINAS de GORTARI¹, because you may trace doña Vilma’s indignation all the way back to the Mexican President that gave proceso magazine’s correspondent in France, Anne-Marie Mergier, her first break in the 1950’s, or maybe it was them “Indignez-vous” Sixties, which as I have mentioned a time or two before, I HAPPEN TO HATE, starting with those fucking TAX-Evading RUTLES!

North – South corridor of Renard… and Cousin Joe, are foxes Irish?


It was part of the curse that The Saint Patrick Battalion en el estado de Cuernavaca brought durante el Segundo Imperio Francés. Some say that on this particular weekend, the French Foreign Legion forces deployed on the outskirts of Tecate, CALIFORNIA (hey, it’s 1847 and califas remains part of Santa Anna and check this out) got a leprechaun to fuck a goat and thus, El Chupacabras was spawned from the belly of an banshee on holiday, drunk on Carta Blancas en Calexico.

There Ewe Go Again… JOE. You know, the Poles are talking.

Baby Blue’s out – Green Psaki gets a pass on at the peacock bar

… Over at the Ari Melver Show… It’s the men show



Romance in El Chamizal… SIX DEGREES of Adolfo López Mateos


— “Qué bonito reloj, señor Presidente ».

Anne Marie Mergier* to former Mexican president, Manuel Àvila Camacho

John 🇮🇪 Fritesgerald 🇺🇸 Kennedy to his homologous homeboy south of Paisano 🇲🇽/🇺🇸 Drive :

Adolfo López Matón
Mexican Constitutional C.I.A. agent.

https ://www .excelsior .com .mx /opinion /mario-melgar /2013/05/07 /897765

December 1, 1958 – November 30, 1964


³~. Programa Nacional Fronterizo, the Original “FRONTCHI” license plate de la calle STANTON, en El Paso, Texas..

Note to professor Alain Rouquié 🇫🇷 :

Ni modo que Víctor Manuel Quintana Silveyra me deje mentir, el profesor por muy mocho y PANista que se haya convertido is from Chihuahua, and Chihuahuitas as loud as they bark, are not liers liars, Chihuahuitas are LEGIT little fellows¹, any how, professor Rouquié, that’s a solid enough reason of why “El Vic”, as his then political colleagues referred to Dr. Quintana could not let Mí lie,  but mostly because I sat through his Cátedra about the Mexican Political PANorama of 1850 to 2012, designed for BoBos at la bendita’ Sorbonne’s Annex², which happens to be in front of Sciences Po at the IHEAL, casi esquina con Le Basile.

Wit D.A.T., in mind…

Live from Torreón, it’s Ciro Gómez LerDo, starring, yet again, The Pinche C.I.A. and “All The President’s Peoples”… Ojo, Rapha Moran, because Eye can link in less than THREE BEATS a “El Moro” ÁVILA con el présidente mexicano (MANUEL) que le otorgó “la palanca” a tu madrina* en la APRO (proceso magazine) when she was a recent arrival from La Alliance Française à CHAPULTEPEC.

*~. Anne Marie Mergier


[Fester the copy editor, redacts]

— By the time that the AP correspondant had figured out the charm of Hueco Tanks, the French dame who used to peddle the Ciudad Juárez’ “maquiladora twin city report” for The El Paso Times had dropped her sleuth instincts and traded them for a benevolent pay check at a local NGO foundation who looked out for the health and legal well being of undocumented border crossers.

Over on Texas Drive, the wife of the U.S. Border Patrol’s Chief of Communication was their star reporter, and of course the 🇪🇦 EFE 🇪🇦 string cheese reporter at the El Diario de Juárez hub in Samalayuca-en-Dunas.

It’s 2005 and the CONNECTION to LEE HARVEY OSWALD is locked-up in a Border Patrols holding tank on the Road to Horizonte and Hueco Tanks on Montana Avenue and I am the AFP string 🧵 in your HILOS ‘fly on the WALL 🧱’.


Note to RFPP 106.3 fm Paris:

Dear, communists del consumerismo solidario afrancesado (Emisión AMERICAS and the Juanito Guanabacoa SHOW) please relay to your Spanish broadcasters to feel free to COPY my text for their sometimes “political” and sometimes “es_pecta–culos” show en, “Aquí somos, aquí estamos” de SoFy Velasco.

³~. Listen up Coqsuckers 🇫🇷 at radio france international:

Let Mí Take Ewe Down
‘CUS!!! Eye is going to
Strawberry Dunas…
🌯 En Villa Ahumada.

🌬️ I bet Freddy Cats didn’t think that Öüï, that motherfucker, could re-load his, Freddy’s not mine, little boulangerie cholos of 2011 á Montreuil–sous–Peaches Fields 🍑.

El 6 de octubre —2016 y la fábula ficción

Got a match¹?

Fue precisamente, allá por uno de Los Veranos de Manuel Ávila Camacho (estoy seguro que Anne Marie Mergier, tiene Las Fuentes) cuando México reformó el subsuelo hasta con creces. Curiosamente, fue a partir de aquellos veranos PiPoPeros cuando el cine mexicano entro en su llamada "Epoca de Oro"… right!!! Y Diego Luna no explotó a César Chavez con un patrocinio de la Budwiser.

DEAR COUSIN Joe: fue precisamente allá por uno de Los Veranos de Manuel Ávila Camacho (estoy seguro que Anne Marie Mergier, tiene las Fuentes) cuando México reformó el subsuelo hasta con creces. Curiosamente, fue a partir de aquellos veranos Pi_Po-Pe’ros cuando el cine mexicano entró en su llamada “Época de Oro”… right!!! Y Diego Luna no explotó a César Chavez con un patrocinio de la Budwiser. | Foto por armando segovia / segoviaspixes —2016. || CopyLeft… postscript: a Casino Trump presidency would turn ‘the’ White House lease into a settlement of “The Men from High Castle²“.

Street scene.
Characters: One each, man [M] and woman [W].
Actors: “The god of tits and wine“;  The regent queen.
Location: Near a red light on a boulevard.
Time: Five o’clock in the moh’ning.
Script byarmando segovia.

W: Buenos días.
¿La Calle de la Amargura?
M: Si como no…
por El Callejón de la Chingada
podrá arribar.
No tiene pierde,
en el otro extremo se aparece un duende.

2. “The Men from High Castle” are fundamentally  [all]  a  bunch  of fucking nazis. Here’s a link to that show’s Internet Movie dataBase:

Uso justo de todos los medios… for more information, visit your local library. | Malgré tout [diría un señor de Banderilla, en Veracruz] el staff de éste blog votaría por Hillary Clinton, porque El CASINO de Trump sería “pior” que El THINK TANK de Henry Kissinger.

1.Take a sad song and make it better

"There's no such thing as bad publicity", según un tal Phineas T. Barnum. | Uso justo de todo el Radio de París, —y puntos intermedios.

There’s no such thing as bad publicity“, según un tal Phineas T. Barnum. | Uso justo de todo el Radio de París, —y de los puntos intermedios.

Jimmy Reefers and The Coral Buffett Band