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Fuck yoU, Nancy Reagan… and your actor president Aussi³!

COTEJADO… Bootes Boötis Bisous Barber 💋.

 

³~. Sincerely, Rock Hudson at The American Hospital in Levallois, Île-de-Pécresse.

Say no to The Regan* legacy… I’m Sirius and happy New 🌑 Moon, fuckers.

 

*~. Sorry if Eye misspelt your fucking National Airport’s nomenclature.

Any how, this is The War On Peace Report… now with Mexican Fentanyl de la china poblana de BOTZARIS, FRANCIA. And what better color than the very color that represents a certain shade of Pink, and that shade of course is R 228, G 0, B 124, “hot pink” or simply, Mexican Pink. Issy, G.L.O.R.I.A. this segment is narrated by La Barbie.

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please be advised that the maker of this most non-consequential blog do(es) (k)not select the Events of the day, nor the quick snapshots by those who for better or worse made history today. Por ejemplo, Field Marshall Carlin agrees, Benjamin Netanyahu’s Blitzkrieg into Poland… wait, (k)not Poland, but a place called Gaza is making Field Marshall Rommel cringe.

With that out of the way, just a mere few hours after Mexican President, Andrés Manuel López Obra d’Or, condecorated General Cienfuegos (Kike’s secretary of national defense), don AMLO celebrated Nancy Reagan’s war on “niggers” and “spics” in the United States of the 1980’s by committing the Mexican Army to intensify the fight against “CRACK COCAINE”, after one of his unmistakable soapbox deliveries at the crack of dawn, no pun intended.

72 virgins eh? I told you, “yo no busco, —encuentro.”

The Thyme Warp factor, pay no attention to magnetic North in these frame, it’s only the space 🌌 that bends when real time gets synched with planet Earth, i’m Sirius but don’t take my Word for, IT!, pediod!

So, if you are wondering why Rosa Mexicano instead of Rosa Mexicana, well that would be on account of the 60th Anniversary 🕯️ of La Vie En Rose, of course, and besides it’s tonight’s homework on The Telerama, and it’s a very Chomski thing to print.

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Beautiful Loser… 🏜️ 🦊, he was General George C. Scott’s “Pancho Villa” at the Octoberfest of 1944 in North Africa of all places, best Nazi ever, so much so that he’s become the exception to the Godwin Rules of combat. A mere 15 years later, (una quinceañera, pues) in 1959 a beloved actor who once played the role of Robin Hood, but with a Third Reich accent, died without ever facing a firing squad for spying for the Nazies and for trafficking weapons of war out of the Port of Veracruz and over to Vigo, Spain

Unlike other Robin Hoods… I can speak with a dejo republicano.

 

Looking back at Ronnie Wood, yes, that Ron, it takes a special “hoodlum” to pull a Donald John Trump on behalf of the Falange and use, Paris, no less, and probably with the aid of their future MINISTER of Culture, monsieur Malraux, to promote a cheesy Hollywood film.

Putas in Pink… Issy Sadie, —Youse Pretty et j’A Dor

“Ce qui (el mundo de)
Le Monde,
doit à La France »

It’s Trou 🕳️! It’s Trou 🕳️!

MARIANNE, nº 1345/1346
Décembre 2022 – Janvier 2023

Serial killers, kidnappers, DiploMATS and off-Course, —Sexy Sadies in Pink.

Hello there monsieur Administrateur de Motel de Matiñon, Eye has, IT!, On good authority to confirm that in fact, —your “clutch” sucks air after the 62 Mile threshold, I Can See For Miles.

After de Break 🥁, it’s Pedro Picapiedras on the BBC, Issy, Eye can SEe 🙈 FO’Miles, my name is Muhammad Ali, nice to meet you Ferruccio, is that a real Miura youse 🐂 sketchin’ Dere?

 

A tale of two Fuentes — Pare de Sufrir

Any güey, Jason Jones Johnson at The Root (Magazine), the reason that i, Armando Segovia feel at ease* dispensing the phrase « my nigga », is because unlike other Americans in Paris, i am no stranger to XVIII St. (213) and the birth of today’s Honduran diaspora, which started with El Salvador; that is to say, with the 1980 policies of The National Prayer Breakfast crowd, and a “B” actor from the great State of California.

The good thing about

The good thing about this most non–consequential blog .:. 95A69218-4FF4-4411-965D-19CB81E5E94D 🥁… [I]s D.A.T. Jason Johnson at The Root does not listen to fip.

Öüï now return to la novela de las nueve:
 El Maleficio  … no Wait—Scratch D.A.T.
A Tale of Two Fuentes, with your host,
Staff Sergeant Don “Wardaddy” Collier,
with special guest,
Boyd ‘Bible’ Swan.

Now, Mr Johnson at The Root, the first ruhle about Morena–Francia, is that YOU don’t TALK (de malos modos) about Morena–Francia…

Just like Lennon with Julian

Just like Lennon with Julian .:. 1C40B8BD-3ECD-4F93-833F-5C982BF7B540 Just say’n, in any mis–en-scene doña Poni, el hecho de que Lennon haya sido un mandilón con la mamá de Sean, y que la hija del primer matrimonio de don Fuentes tuviese que agendar citas para poder platicar con su chingado padre no implica que el genio de las obras de ambos ojetes no sea, —cómo asté lo indica, doña Lemus— obra universal; a excepción de “La Frontera de Cristal”, el peor plagio de un corrido cantinero de principios de los años noventa {#} cruzado con una musa de los comics soft-porn de El Libro Sentimental (lectura de cabecera de “El Bronco” en Monterrey, Nuevo León). Para ser parejo, “Dear, Yoko” a lo mejor fue la causa de que “Sailing” le arrebatara el Grammy a “Double Fantasy”; just sayin’… ANYGüey, Jason Johnson at The Root, before Eye even tries to explain why 30 million Mexicans voted for López Obrador you have to first understand that JUST LIKE NINO FERRER wanted to be black, 99 of 100 SciencesPo et Sorbonne students (including its annex at Saint–Germain–des–Pres) wishes that they were French, but in the sense of Versailles and l’Ancienne Regime, regardless of how loud they “chant” el chingado “Cielito Lindo” por debajo de la ‘bendita’ Torre Eiffel, and Jason Johnson at the Root, therein you’ll find the reason why “el pueblo bueno” votó por López Obrador, el pueblo bueno se dejó encandilar por las palabras, Y NO LOS HECHOS de “los profesores” del Comité de Regeneración NACIONAL de: GRILLOS, MAPACHES, y otros bichos que, sin animo de ofender a los polacos, se cambian su chingado nombre de pila en Náhuatl—por uno BIEN EUROPEO; just sayin’.

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* … [E]ven if my African brothers, who do not read this most non–consequential blog, look at Mí ’funny’ here in Paris)

— Just like Lennon with Julian; original source from a letter written by the only surviving daughter of Carlos Fuentes de Lemus: https ://www .publimetro .com .mx/mx/cultura/2012/06/18/hija-carlos-fuentes-escribe-carta-padre.html

No. I am neither tall nor pretty nor sophisticated nor thin nor cultivated nor interested in politics, but I tried my best when studying and working, always trying for you to open a little place in your life. I never made it.

In other words, Cecilia Fuentes Macedo did not fit the French mold that Ambassador [to France] Fuentes probably wished that he had procreated, but hey, esa tumba {⚰️} en Montparnasse…  no la tiene ni Charles de Gaulle*. Chirac, sí, pero CDG no.