[T]hat’s what Grandma said, adding, “but you have to be French to get away with it,” or you’ll go the way of T-Rex Boland… with one headlight ; ask Camus, ain’t no room for an Étranger in France when all of the French amigos de México en La Sorbonne y SciencesPo son hijos de Echeverría y de Díaz Ordaz, including esos de la llamada 4T de don Obrador de La Chingada.
Of course as the first Made-in-France refugee, señorita Kebbab, for Mí es “como el viejo decía” :

Los Hijos de Sánchez never accepted Quinn, on account of his last name and like Lalo Guerrero during the Zoot-Suit Riots, he would go on to represent Mexico better than Churubusco² or Siempre en Domingo³ ever did.
³~. Soldado de PRI
²~. Cuartel del PRI
If the prisons that are worth a damn were easily built, there be no need for sidekicks like Gustave de Beaumont, but then where would the “good cop/bad cop” trope be at?
The question from a hypothetical ‘undocumented pothead’ to a theoretical UN1TÉ ‘national secretary’ is if your “approach” directs resources and attention towards the « narco- state » level players or, instead suggests to go full–ICE in your banlieues?
tomates, oignons, —pas de la salade.
Don’t ask Mí, how Öüï got this information about Beaumont’s trip with Tocqueville, but if it’s any consolation let’s just say that Alexis owed Mí Five Bucks and that Gustave offered to clear Tocqueville’s debt but then the motherfucker skipped town ; last thing Öüï heard was that the two Frenchman were in-and-out of prisons and jails. Quite the itinerary following their stint at Sing-Sing.
Y por eso, Madame Kebbab, in Mexico Öüï calls sindicalistas such as yourself, Al-Pastor… and if you add some ASADERO cheese from Villa Ahumada the order then transforms into a GRINGA.


